A/N: 'And what is this?' you may be asking yourself. Well, this is a series of one-shots that I've been either writing/ or imagining out in my pea-brain since the end of season 2. And this is also what I'm doing instead of working on the update of Man in Motion or studying. Ahem. But here it is. And I will update MIM. It's just that it's so much better in my head. And I may have also started another Samcedes fic. That's just a weird idea that wouldn't leave until I started to write it, so I may post it sometime soon. So…. this was the first Samcedes I wrote. It's more of a drabble really. The others will follow. Eventually.
Opposites
They were totally different. Complete opposites. He was a jock; she was a diva. He was country; she was rhythm and blues. He was a dork; she was no-nonsense. He was ripped; she was curvy. He was white; she was black. Nothing in common at all.
Mercedes hissed out a breath and paused in her mental tabulations, feeling the need to be meticulous. They had nothing in common but Glee Club. Glee Club and one perfect, magical prom night.
But so what? That didn't mean anything. Just like it didn't mean anything that he called her the day after prom, just to talk. Or that every time she turned around this week, there he was.
He would make a beeline to sit with her in class, at lunch, during Glee. And ramble about football, Star Trek, Avatar, comic books. Things she knew zero about. Then he'd start asking her questions about things she liked to do. Very awkward.
Sam didn't seem to notice, though. He'd just smile that smile of his at her like it was the most natural thing in the world. And darned if she didn't find herself smiling back at him, completely charmed.
She had to keep telling herself that it didn't mean a thing. They were polar opposites. Boys like Sam Evans didn't fall for girls like Mercedes Jones. They just didn't. It would be best to keep that in mind before she got hurt.