AN: This 3 chaptered story is for emzjuk, who challenged me and asked for a Karofsky and Jones fanfic. Keep writing those reviews chickadees and sending in those requests! You can always send in requests via my inbox and I will hopefully be able to get to your ideas a soon as possible. Sorry for any spelling errors, hope you enjoy it.
Dave Karofsky wouldn't admit it, but he was scared. Yeah that's right, the toughest most ruthless jock in all of Lima was afraid...Of a girl no less. That's probably why he wouldn't fess up to his fear. He watched as she strutted down the hallways of the highschool, eyes straight forward, shoulders pushed back, head held high, her body language practically screaming confidence in bright bold yellow letters. She'd kicked his ass one too many times and he knew better than to step in her way, especially when it came to her friends.
He hadn't dared to poke fun at Kurt Hummel ever since the day that Mercedes Jones appeared at her friends side growling and hissing like a panther with a steel fist that caused him to black out for more than fifty seconds. Her eyes flickered over his way as she passed by him in the hall, filled with distaste and hatred. Like a Queen adressing her poorer subjects. He swallowed hard, feeling a lump of fear rise to the back of his neck, threatening to burst.
She passed by him leaving a hot cloud of vanilla perfume in her wake, making David breath it in and sigh. He may have been afraid but it sort of turned him on, a girl that could kick ass like she were a dude. A dude with a bigger ego and a killer voice that could rival Aretha Franklin. A dude with curves that weren't easily hidden behind the skin tight dark skinny jeans that hugged her body as she waltzed away from him. He tried not to pay attention as she absently brushed a long brown curl of hair away from the back of her neck, giving him a view of the dark chocolate skin that lay underneath it.
He shook his head feeling his chest constrict with longing. Hell yeah David was afraid, but he was no fool. He wanted Mercedes Jones just as much as the other guys who stopped and stared as the chocolate diva walked right past them, without so much as a second glance.
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Right after Glee club David had to grab at his chest to prevent his miserable heart from errupting from behind his ribs. He was finally going to man up and talk to Mercedes. He was scared shitless about the idea but decided that he had nothing to loose. She already schooled him dozens of times...What's one more humiliation?
He ran after her not even realizing that she was already halfway down the hall , calling out her name so that he wouldn't have to sprint to catch up. She stopped dead in her tracks, shoulders tensing as she spun around on her heel. Her eyes were filled with nothing but the hatred that he had seen earlier. Her pupils were mere pinpoints and her breathing was short as if the adrenaline running through her was too much for her body to handle.
"What the fuck do you want Karofsky?" she sneered, hand on her hip. David rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. He had no freaking idea what to say to her.
"Why do you hate me so much?" he asked staring at anything that wasn't her. Mercedes breathed in the silence, each breath sounding more like a hiss than an exhale.
"Because you are just like everyone else!" she threw her hands up as if this was obvious. David tilted his head quizzically, "what do you mean?'
She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth, giving him a view of her glossy lips in a pursed position. "You're a walking stereotypical asshole, you put people down so that you can step on them and then when you want to be friends with them they're too freaking scared to confront you. I hate you more than I hate the cafeteria's lack of tater tots"
She waved her hand in his face in a z motion signaling the end of the conversation. "I'm through talking to you" she walked away from him and out the door.
To be continued...
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