Enjoy this new piece from me. First glee fanfic. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I also do not support bullying, drug abuse, teenage drinking, underage sex and manipulation (unless it's your parents when you really want something go ahead and manipulate cuz I do it all the time).
Warnings: Dark, controversial themes. Odd sentences. Anxiety, and bitterness. Enhancement of characters.
The party was loud, booming and stunk with the smell of booze and weed and many other substances, people squeezed amongst each other as others grinded and screamed with insanity and vulgarity.
Mercedes hung on the Evans' soft comfy sofa of expensive leather and sunk deep between the large furry cushions, her head hung low as she watched the junior and senior class throw themselves into complete ecstasy and mass raves.
It wasn't that she was bored, no, she was fine just sitting there in a hot pink turtleneck and white skinnies watching the popular crowd have fun and engage in normal conversations.
Mercedes was unfortunately dragged to this party by her longtime friend Rachel Berry whom was invited by Tina Cohen-Chang whom was invited by her boyfriend Mike Chang no relations.
She was not disappointed that anybody else who happens to sport a brown Mohawk and letterman jacket did not invite her, it's not like she was a fan of these things anyways.
She chewed on her bottom lip and reached for her iPhone with angry birds bouncing in the reflection in her brown eyes but soon her own fun was rippling away as blonde hair took place and the unmistakable Gucci perfume invaded her nostrils. Mercedes pretended that she didn't hear the beautiful girl in the short summer dress wearing bouncing blonde curls and a charming smile. Quinn Fabray.
"Hi Mercedes."
"Hey." She replied vaguely, brushing her off with a simple wave as well as the little army of skanks behind her. Ok, technically it was not an army if it was only four other girls. Whatever.
Quinn gently removed a pillow from the left side of Mercedes and sat down beside her. She stared at Mercedes for a while and made a signal to her friends to carry on.
"What brings you here tonight?"
"My boyfriend invited me here. It's cool right?" Mercedes replied sarcastically, yet Quinn did not catch the sarcasm.
"Right. Anyways, I was wondering if you could dance with me." Quinn caught the quick surprised look on the bigger girl's face and analyzed what she has just asked. "No, no, no not that way. I mean my friends and I do this all the time and since I do notice how much fun you've been having since you got here, I just want to make sure you make the best of it with somebody other than Siri."
"Ok. I'm going to pretend that last comment wasn't cold." Mercedes went back on her iPhone.
"Mercedes I-"
"You know what? Fine. Let's go."
"Excellent."
The two girls ended up laughing together by the end of the awkward shake they both called dancing. Quinn was laughing her ass off by the end and Mercedes was shaken up but happy anyways.
She was thrown off balance a little when Rachel Berry threw her arms up in frustration and rambled on about her problems with the football player, Finn, she has been desperately trying to get his attention for two years. Mercedes chuckled nervously at her best friend's behavior and returned Quinn's genuine smile, she excused herself from Quinn and her army of followers as she hurried with Rachel into a nearby corner.
"Now what?"
"Mercedes he hates me! He totally hates me! And I am in turn embarrassed by my inappropriate behavior with him, I mean I didn't mean to, I..."
"You what?"
"I exposed myself!" The room was caught in a pregnant silence as Mercedes's breath caught in her throat.
"Rachel." The bigger girl sighed, tucking a black lock behind her ear as she guided her friend outside. She didn't bother with Tina since she was in a deep sensual conversation with her boyfriend.
"It's ok Rachel. You don't have to say anything else, it's not your fault if those people are twisted and conniving bastards. And Finn doesn't deserve someone as amazingly beautiful and talented as you are."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Now let's get out of here. I'll make you those chocolate chip pancakes you love." Rachel got emotional about that part, she smiled to her softly, thinking briefly about her weird obsession about eating pancakes at night and ruin her diet.
Quinn watched the girls leave in Mercedes's black Mercedes m-class with a small smile neither dark nor genuine, the blonde held on to her boyfriend's arm as she leaned her head on his strong arm setting an aura of comfort between them, she thought of the friendship she was going to build with the two girls and the smile grew richer by the thought every second.
"Babe, you're not thinking-"
"Shut up Sam. They're interesting." She cut off the blond boy quickly before he angered her with his ignorant words although she knew someone with a poor soul like him meant no harm, unless she provoked it. She could make him do what she wants. She had him with her charms, she had Sam Evans hooked.
"But they're like way at the bottom of the-"
"Sam. I like them and they're my new dolls." She squeezed his arm with unbelievable strength and again her smile enlarged.
Sam Evans swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, it was not that he was a wimp, he just complied because it was Quinn and no one can ever say no to her.
The following day at McKinley high was smooth so far as the students strolled by like a blur to Mercedes. She ignored the teasing and the name callings then she sat in glee cheering her best gay friend Kurt Hummels on his gaga solo. Study hall passed in a flash because she was actually studying for an upcoming test next month in AP government. Mercedes sighed, bored as she listened to Tina complain about the boy in the wheelchair who, according to her, has been 'wheeling' around a lot lately.
"Ya, so I think he's stalking me. He's been watching over here too and giving me that creep smile but his glasses really do shine against-"
Mercedes decided to block out everything the moment Quinn Fabray walked past her table in slow motion. No wait... She saw it in slow motion but Quinn was actually moving pretty fast holding a tray of salad and orange juice. Then she stopped. She turned. She smiled. She waved. And then she said; hello. She said hello to Mercedes Jones. The nerdy glee club member with a perfect GPA who spends her Saturday nights reading James Patterson and Nora Roberts and gets slushied on schedule everyday.
Quinn's smile faded into a frown as her boyfriend slid his arm around her and led her away. Then it snapped to Mercedes that she hadn't even acknowledged Quinn's presence. No, no, she did! She just never said anything back to her and now she must think that she's too good or she has forgotten.
"Shit. Oh sorry guys I mean. I'm just- nevermind."
"Diva what's the matter?" Kurt scooted closer to her and fanned her warm face with a fancy gloved hand.
"It's nothing Kurt. I gotta go." She left taking with her their curiosity.
"Wait! Can you at least explain why psycho bitch Quinn is suddenly all smiles and giggles with you?" Rachel yelled after her parting friend with no avail. Something in her chest constricted and she grew worried that Mercedes was getting dragged unconsciously into something bigger and farther than she was. Rachel, for the first time in her life was engulfed with fear. Just because Quinn said hello.
"Guys, we've got a problem."
"Sam? She just ignored me." Quinn said lowly as she brought a piece of carrot to her mouth, she chewed quickly and swallowed, her lips curved into a frown.
"Babe, she's just jealous." He replied vaguely. "No one ignores you. You're Quinn."
Their friends chatted carelessly and threw food around like elementary comrades. Quinn gritted her teeth and snapped the plastic fork in half.
"Yo! How's that even possible?" One of the football players stepped back and observed the frightening blonde.
"She's just mad that the fat chick is giving her snarky looks." Sam said nonchalantly.
"Mercedes?" Puck asked, suddenly interested.
"What's snarky look?" The rich girl with the hat shimmering with gold, Sugar Motta, asked in confusion.
"Puck hooked up with her one summer in sophomore year." A guy with red hair said as he played with his rubber bands, he smirked to himself and offered Puck a high five.
"Ugh, ew? You hooked up with her?"
"She's hot." The boy with the brown hair said.
"Ya, so what? You slept with that kid in the wheelchair last winter and no one said shit. What's his name? Avrie? Abrie?" Puck ignored Finn's comment and glared at Sugar briefly.
"Who cares. I just need Mercedes here. She has to be my friend." Quinn interrupted the group's lame chatter. "I don't give two cares who you all slept with or not. I just want her by my side."
"No offense Quinn but your brain must've been squashed by all that green you've been consuming lately." The rich girl said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Plus you can't just make someone your friend. It doesn't happen like that." Puck said. He glanced briefly at Mercedes and noticed the look on her face, it was that same look she gave him that night. She was so... He pushed the thought to the back of his mind. It was haunting him. Mercedes. She always finds a way to get to him without actually trying to get to him. She hated his guts after that one summer he violated her! She didn't say no Puck. No girl says so to Puckerman. No one! Damn it. That Quinn chick is talking again, her mouth can do other things right now.
"If I can't get her. She'll come to me on her own will." Quinn smiled but Puck rolled his eyes and fought the urge to remove himself from the table.
"Guys, I need your help." Quinn rolled her eyes at Sam when she noticed him checking out Mercedes's ass walking away from her own group. "You too Sam."
By the end of the day Mercedes ended up by the gym, a shortcut to the lot where her parking was assigned. She was on her iPhone tweeting about how lame the party was last night even though she secretly enjoyed it. She didn't tell anyone how honored it was for the school's most popular girl, a queen bee, to ask her to dance and hang out with her army of beauties. No, they're not skanks anymore to Mercedes, although they do seem promiscuous and they get around a lot. Besides the point, Mercedes felt a twinge in her heart about the upcoming friendship with the beautiful popular Quinn Fabray.
And suddenly her face was freezing cold and her new curls were a tangling mess. Slushied. This time a tall boy with blonde hair was smacking high fives and grinning with his big tall friends.
"Congratulations Sam! You just lost your slushy virginity to nerdy Jones!" They cooed and one of them with brown hair and gentle eyes, Mercedes thought it was Rachel's long time crush, smacked her hard on the ass. The action poured gas atop the fire that was already rising. She thought she saw red but again she didn't, was it anger or was it utter irritation? Don't they mean the dame thing? No. No one touches her like that. They were all laughing without a care about any consequences and thoughts about who is getting hurt in the process.
"Woo! Hold her-" One of the guys grunted as his eyebrows furrowed in astonishment, he stood frozen on the spot.
Let's take a break.
Mercedes Jones was a mistake. As told by her own mother, she was accidently conceived during a night of weakness from her mother and her boss at Beverly Hills on one of her out-of-state trips, they were casual and cool about it when they told her (her father mostly) as if it was not going to hurt her. Then it turned out that her mother's boss was a complete lesbian psychopath who impregnated Mercedes's mother with her own father's semen. As if this was not disturbing enough, the psycho boss lived with Mercedes's mother and her husband for four years in their own home before she was taken away by the local mental hospital team. And now Mrs. Jones took charge of the psycho's business by default.
Mercedes was not surprised by this, she knew her 'father' was not her 'father' given that he was a solemn white man with black-rimmed glasses and silver hair (the silver was some type of genetic thing) and she was a black girl. Mercedes's mother though was honey-skinned, black curly hair and 5'9 with long legs and a toned stomach, she possessed personality and a beaming smile contagious enough to cause an epidemic. Overall, she was everything Mercedes Jones was not but she was everything her 'father' was. She was proud of it, he was brilliant, protective, calm, hardworking and composed. Mercedes could not find a single flaw other than choosing to stay with her sorry excuse of a mother.
Long story short. Mercedes admired her father; Brad Jones. The white guy.
She woke up to the sound of water dripping uncontrollably and the beat of the drops on her skin, she was familiar with the sounds because she used to sit in her bathroom and leave her faucet less than half opened when she was reading a great book she was interested in, except this time she wasn't interested in anything. She felt cold, goosebumps rising on her brown skin, her teeth clattered against each other and her eyes squinted to adjust to the dim-litted room. A small moan escaped her chapped lips and she swore she tasted warm metallic swiftly as she awoke.
"Guys, this isn't a good idea. I mean it was just a punch ok, I'm sure she didn't mean any harm." Mercedes recognized Finn's voice, it read utter panic.
"Shut up, she deserves it." Someone else said with a raspy guttural voice she couldn't make out said in the background.
Mercedes made out four figures standing together in a semi-circle and two others sitting on a couch by the two posts.
"Plus we can have some fun. It's not like she's gonna tell, she's a nobody."
"Ya, no one is going to believe her." Puck said with a huge laugh.
"Puck are you kidding? She's the-"
"Dude, she's hot but we can't do this." And this was the guy who lost his slushy virginity to her. Quinn's boyfriend! Maybe he can help her! Now he was in this too. And from the looks of it he's ready to back out and leave her here to those thugs. But why? How did it come to this? And Noah, he was so sweet to her that one time they hooked up, later he turned out to be quite an ass when his friends caught him but still he was different. What changed?
It all clicked to Mercedes. When she got angry as Finn slapped her ass, she was furious and jumped him but then... then what happened? She couldn't remember.
"Guys, we just scare her off and that's it." A red-haired guy from the hockey team piped in.
"Hell no." Someone else said with a deep throaty voice. "I say we teach her a wonderful lesson and have some fun in the process."
"Guys you're not listening." Sam came back, his face was hot even though Mercedes could not see it she knew it, did he come back for her?
"That's not what we were ordered to do." Sam said slowly, inaudible enough for Mercedes. "We scare her off, we say our lines and she runs back to Quinn."
"Quinn, Quinn, Quinn. I'm tired of hearing this bitch's name. She doesn't control us! We're men not pussies. She's the pussy pushing others with her stinky eye to do her work. So go back to your little psycho girlfriend Sam and stay the fuck out of this. Moron."
She knew that voice. Moron... Moron... It repeated over and over because he was in her homeroom class and said it all the time to the sleazy teacher. It was Rick Nelson. Her own brother.
Mercedes watched them discuss her fate, her voice was stuck in something, as if a bigger lump had been increasing in size down there.
"Yo, she's awake."
"Let's get out of here Finn." Sam said as he looked back at the black girl on the cold wet floor, her eyes blank. At this moment he thought she was a wonderful actress, void of emotions while she could be screaming for her life. Sam wished to take everything back, after all, he did shower her with a berry-banana slushy.
"Let the fun begin." Their smiles did not falter.
She was enticed by the cameras in front of her face, the lights although dim flashing repeatedly shaming those in a rave, Mercedes squinted when it became unbearable, she tried to move her arms but they were so tightly squeezed together above her head. She tried to use her voice but how useless when the substance inside was burning to spill out. She wanted to give it what it wanted. She did.
Her only help was running out of the way.
That's it for now.
'til next time. And please, I like comments/reviews but if they're nasty and insulting just don't post anything. Thank you :)