Quinn's POV

To say Quinn was a girl with pride was an understatement. She was a girl with more than just a reputation to uphold. To everybody around school she was the beauty queen out of everybody's reach. She knew her baby drama with Puck nearly drove her insane last year, but now she was back and she was here to stay. So here she was on a Monday morning, staring back at her reflection of her bathroom mirror. She had done crazy workouts everyday to get back in shape and re-dyed her hair dirty blond. She had slammed her way into the position of the head cheerleader. Slowly Quinn placed light makeup on her face and headed downstairs to leave. She wasn't on the best terms with her mother and was currently staying at her best friend Brittany's house. Brittany had offered Quinn to stay at the guest room since her house was empty with only her and her mother.

"Quinn! There you are. It was about time you came down or else we would've been late for school." Brittany ranted as the blond made her way down the stairs.

"I'm sorry Brit. You know how I'm worked up about being head cheerleader again." I quietly muttered praying that she wouldn't expand the topic further.

"Quinn you look hot. Anyways let's go before we end up with detion on the first day." with that she was out of the door. Slowly, taking a few deep breaths I joined her at her car.

After a long drive of jamming to the hit songs on the radio we arrived at school. Either Brittany sensed me stone or she was just physic she pulled me out before I could protest.

"Confidence is the new sexy, Fabray" Brittany muttered under her breath as we linked arms, head high and walked down the aisle. Everybody stared. I felt all eyes on me and my pride took over. I smirked at the nearest football player checking us out. Everybody parted like the red seas just like they used to. Guess I was worried for nothing. We made our way towards the office to get our schedules. As I was talking to the receptionist I saw Brit make her way towards a muscular jock with beach blond hair. Weird. I never saw him before. When someone new moves to town, the news spread like wild fire.

" ! Here's your timetable." The women's squeaking voice snapped me out of thought.

I shot her a quick smile and hopped my way towards Brittany who was waving her goodbye at the beach blond.

"Hey Brit, who was that?"

"Oh nobody" She skipped her way into History class. I groaned as I was left there alone in the hallway. I realized I havn't taken a look at my schedule yet so when I looked down pure annoyance hit me. I had Chemistry next. No class with Brit I guess. As I walked towards my class I heard football players wolf whistle at me and the other cheerleaders looking at me with jealousy. I just rolled my eyes and made my way into class. I gave my teacher a friendly smile and took my seat towards the back of the class. I glanced up at the clock realizing I was in earlier than necessary and had time to spare. I looked down at my already organized files and sighed. With nothing better to do, I started doodling on my new folder waiting for class to start. Just as I was really getting into doodling swirls I felt a body weigh onto the chair beside me. I look up just to reveal a Santana Lopez.

"Hey Q. Mind if I sit?"

"Hey San. Since when do best friends ask each other wether they can sit next to each other during class?" I laughed.

"You're right. I was trying to be a little nicer to every one this year." She joked.

"You gotta be kidding me." I faked a gasp. "Who are you and what did you do to my best friend?"

"Shut up Q." She elbowed me and we bursted into laughter.

Me and Santana were never on good terms ever since I told Coach Sylvester about her 'summer surgery.' For few months she's been trying to murder me with her eyes but one day after cheerios practice I saw the whole hockey team trying to get with Santana and how she was alone. Although she was the proud Latina, she couldn't fight off more than five jocks alone so I told them off. Being a Queen B and all, I have the power. After that we were even and was best friends again. San, Me and Brit were 'The Unholy Trinity' One way or another we have a way of getting back together.

"Class, I want you to meet our new transferring student from Tennessee." The teacher announced in complete mono tone. I shifted in my seat, new student? Was he the one Brittany was talking to in the office? Just then, the same boy walked in waving gently. When he got to the middle of the classroom he gave everyone a small smile.

"Hi, I'm Sam Evans." He said in a low, harmonized voice.

Every girl in the class were either checking him out and whispering how 'hot' he was. Some of the guys greeted him with death glares and the others just nodded and waved back. His eyes traveled around the class and landed on our table. First his radar was on Santana. She gave him a flirty wink and a wave and he just nodded. Soon his sight shifted towards me and all I could do was stare at him like an idiot. He had messy blond hair just sitting on his head all so perfectly and his tropical green eyes just boarded into mine. Snap out of it Quinn! You don't need a man. This year is about you. Only you. I shook my head trying to clear out all thoughts. As if he read my mind he smirked at me and gave me a nearly unnoticeable wink.

"So Sam, you could take your seat right in front of Santana." The teacher continued, obviously uninterested. I heard Santana yelp happily beside me while I silently face palmed. This was just perfect. He made me feel like a part of his game and now he get's to sit in front of me. As he sat down in front of San, I prevented myself from looking at his way.

"He's so hot, my gosh." I heard Santana whisper while fanning herself. "Now, that's exactly the kind of sunshine we need in Lima."

Damn, one look towards him couldn't help, I mean it's not like he's going to turn around and suddenly take my breath away. So I lifted my vision towards his backside. He was well built and I wasn't going to deny it nor lie about it. I couldn't stop but stare at the muscles in his arm move gracefully while he wrote something in his notebook. Before I even had the chance to shift my vision, he turned around and threw a note right at me. This caught me off guard and obviously Santana was stunned as well. She shifted into me wanting to know what the note said. I opened the crumpled piece of paper, "Dear Quinn, Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer. Love Sammy." How did he know I was watching him? As I looked back at him he just smirked his annoying yet charming smirk. Out of embarrassment, I looked down at my shoes. Suddenly they were the most interesting thing on this planet. I could've just died there if it wasn't for the bell.

I quickly cramped my stuff into my bag and ran off so I wouldn't have to talk to him. As I quickly made my way through the sea of students to my next class. When I arrived I silently thanked god for not having Sam in this class. This period went by swiftly and all I could think of was Sam. How cocky Sam was. How he flirted with me in front of the class. How I was so affected by him. When the bell rang again as a sign that the period was over, I skipped out of class to find Santana waiting for me.

"Hey Q. Are you okay? You just like ran off."

"Yea, I'm fine." A little white lie won't hurt. Even though I know Santana could see right through me. Thankfully she let the topic slide and we linked arms and headed towards the canteen. We got our seats and sat in our original seats waiting for Brittany. I was trying to keep up with Santana's conversation but Sam never left my mind. Damn, what is this boy doing to me!

"Quinn! Are you even listening to me?" Santana shook me violently scrawling. "You just gotta stop zooming out on me."

Just when I was about to reply she squirmed. Out of surprise I dropped my lunch.

"Crap! San what the hell was that about? You made me drop my lunch." I demanded at her.

She just sat there combing through her hair and looking the other way, towards the entrance of the canteen.

"Hey girls! Sorry I was late, I was just helping the new boy." Brittany just gave us a friendly smile. "And I just thought it would be cool if we all got to know each other, so he's gonna sit with us for lunch." Why are you doing this to me? I screamed in my head. Before I could object San already accepted pulling on a flirty smile. I shot Sam an annoyed look as he made his way towards me and before I knew it, he was right behind me.

"So, Quinn seems like you dropped your lunch, I thought you might wanna get some with me." He whispered into my ear in a low, husky voice. I hated to admit it but this boy had a clear effect on me. His voice just sent shivers down my spine.

"I...ermm." I started but before I could finish he already had grabbed my hand and I was standing. "I guess I don't have a choice now do I?"

"Hmm, no you don't." He just chuckled as he guided me towards the food. "So Quinn I actually wanted to tell you something."

"And what would that be?" I raised one of eyebrows trying to pull off a bitchy cheerleader attitude, I was so used to.

"You should be more carefully next time you check me out." I just shot him a dead glare and he looked like he was about to burst out laughing.

"First I was not checking you out." I simply stated, grabbing an apple. "and secondly I will defiantly not be checking you out again."

"Whatever" He just chuckled softly and walked off, leaving me there stoned.

Snap out of it, Q. He's just using you as a part of his game. My thoughts swirled around in my head. Fine, if 'Sammy' wants a game, he'll get one. After all I never loose. Smirking at myself I made my way towards the table making sure, my cheerios skirt was up a little higher than usual.

"So, Sammy tell me how was your first day at school?" I said in a flirtatious tone as I slid my arms around his shoulder and squeezed myself between him and Brittany. He looked bewilded, like I was insane.

"Uhhh, it was good...it was good." He just stared at me and I slid myself closer to him. I looked at him deeply in the eyes and gave him a wink.

"So, girls I will see you later in class." I needed an excuse to get out of Sam's way before he got his turn at the game. Just before I left I stood behind Sam and slowly leant in and whispered "and I'll defiantly be seeing you around." With that I just walked off.