For those of you who read my other stories, I just wanted to say THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED, FAVORITED, & FOLLOWED. But this new idea came to mind so I'm going w. the flow. REVIEW PLEASE. THANKS REESIE.
Sam was running late for his lunch with Puck, that meeting was pure bullshit, being a CEO was too much. This is the 3rd time in a week that he's ran late. They always ate at a low key place, Sam didn't want people to interrupt their Bro time. Him and Puck had been best-friends since high school, and nothing would change that. He quickly opened the door, and set down at the table apologizing to Puck for being late, not noticing a waitress sitting down at the table.
" Man, I'm SO sorry, I had to interview another accounter because, the other one was scamming the company out of money, and it's this whole legal thing" he said.
"Dude, don't go all girly on me explaining your feelings and all, it's okay. But I want you to meet a close friend of mine, Mercedes Jones" he said, motioning his hands towards her, Sam finally looked and noticed there was someone sitting at the table. She was beautiful, her big doe brown eyes caught his attention the most, they were so hypnotizing. He put his hand out for her to shake, she had a firm handshake, and he liked that, it showed she wasn't weak, and she was professional.
"Hi Mercedes, I'm Sam Evans" he held her hand longer than necessary.
"Well like Pucky told you, I'm Mercedes" she said. Pucky? He thought. He looked at Puck, and he blushed, WTF? Puck never blushes.
"It's nice to meet you, so how did you guys meet?" I asked, I need to know just what kind of friends they were.
"Well we were in college at the time, I was walking back to my dorm that I shared with my boyfriend, it was a Co-Ed school. I hated being alone, Shane told me he had a late practice, so I told him I was going to be at my best-friend Quinns dorm for the night. Quinn, had other things to do if you know what I mean so I went back to my dorm, I opened the door, and there he was fucking some other bitch, I didn't have the heart to confront him right there and then so I ran out and sat in a corner and cried. That's when Puck came and saw me, he didn't even ask why I was crying, he just gave me a shoulder to cry on. I slept over at his dorm, because I couldn't face Shane, the next morning I told Puck everything that happened, and with no other explanation he beat the crap out of Shane. It was right then and there I knew we were going to be best-friends, if a person was willing to get into a fight with someone bigger than them for a stranger, I knew he was a great friend?" she finished, smiling at Puck.
"Wow, what a dick that guy Shane was" Sam responded.
"Yeah, you know Puckasaurus had to take care of him" he said smiling smugly. She slapped his chest playfully while rolling her eyes. Sam loved her reactions to the things Puck said.
"I hope you don't mind, but hot mama here is on break, and Quinn called in sick so she has no one to sit with, can she sit with us?" Puck asked.
"Of course, no problem" Sam answered. The Lunch was going well, that was until they started talking about football, mind you the whole entire time Mercedes never contributed to the conversation.
"So, what about them Jets?" I asked. It quickly caught Mercedes attention.
"Okay Sam, your Patriots won, by a field goal, whoopty fucking do" Puck retorted.
"I have to hand it to you dude, your Quarterback is pure garbage" Sam said laughing, Puck laughed on the inside. He knew hot mama was a Die Hard Jets fan, and she absolutely HATED when people trash talked the Jets and Mark Sanchez.
"Please explain to me how he's garbage Sam!" she demanded, her question caught him off guard, he wasn't expecting her to say anything, let alone about football. But he decided to answer her question.
"Well he's been in the league for 4 years and he's yet to do anything. He will never be an Eli Manning, Peyton Manning or a Tom Brady" he said crossing his arms across his chest.
"Answer me this Samuel, give me the ages of all those quarterbacks" she asked.
"31, 36, and 36 respectively" he answered not really knowing where she was going with this.
"EXACTLY. So Sanchez has enough time to do what he has to do. On Sanchez' Rookie season, and the season after that he led his team to the AFC championship game, has any one of your quarterbacks done that? I'll wait" she said crossing her arms, Puck started snickering, he knew she was on the verge of shutting him down.
"Um, okay maybe that's true. That doesn't explain why you guys lost last game" he said bringing up the past.
"Well that's easy we scored and took the lead, within a minute and 29 seconds, they allowed Tom Brady to score, they weren't playing defense, they were tired" she deadpanned. He was at lost for words, he didn't know what to say. Everything she said to him was 100% true. He just sat there staring at her. She got tired of waiting, then excused herself, her break was over.
"DAMN, man what happened? Cedes' got your tongue?" Puck asked.
"Shut up man" Sam said throwing his napkin at him. The worst part about being shut down by a girl, was he just became more attracted to her because of it. How can he like a waitress? She was a nobody.
Sam walked into his condo, still in shock, he still didn't understand what the fuck just happened. He put his briefcase down by the door and walked over and sat on the couch. He put his head back, breathing in when he heard his door being opened, the only person who had a key to his house was his best-friend Santana. She came barging in going straight to the fridge mumbling something in Spanish, he knew right away something bad happened.
"Santana, don't you have your own house to eat at?" he asked.
"Trouts Mc Big lips, don't start with me Puta, te arrancare las juevas and feed it to you" she said pointing the fork at him. Sam held his manhood, he's heard her say it so much, he already knew what it meant.
"What's wrong?" He tried.
"Brittany, she broke up with me. She said she's tired of being held as my dirty secret, like what the fuck? I'm famous, I can't just bring my relationship to light, she's giving me an ultimatum and Santana Grecia Lopez does not do those" She answered.
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I think I like a waitress that works in a burger joint" he tried.
"It doesn't" she said walking over to the couch, Sam followed her and sat down.
"What are you going to do about your food cleaning lady?" she asked putting her head on his shoulder.
"What is there to do? I'm just going to let her go. And you should do the same for Brittany" he said. He could have sworn he heard her whimper and wipe a tear away. He wasn't going to question her, Santana never cried. And if she cries that means she really cared.
Well, some of you may have caught on that I'm a DIE HARD NEW YORK JETS FAN. And I'm a female sports head lol, I know everything about sports. But any who what'd you think? Are Sam and Santana that shallow? Is their a reason why he can't date anyone below him? Can he really let her go? Give me some ideas, let me know what you thought.