Over My Head
I never knew When everyone knows I'm in
I never knew
that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run
when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind
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"Do you honestly believe that I would let you back onto the Cheerios after that little scandal you caused last year?" Sue Sylvester peered over the lens of her glasses and glared at the girl sitting in front of her desk.
"Coach Sylvester, please." Quinn leaned forwards, her voice desperate. "Without the Cheerios, I'm just another nobody. And besides, the pregnancy is all over now. Can't I rejoin?"
"I have already replaced you with Santana." Sue retorted. "I don't need you getting pregnant on me again. Now get out of my office, you embarass me."
Quinn reluctantly left Sue's office. As Quinn began to punch in the combination to her locker, a voice next to her said "Hello."
Quinn looked around to see who had spoken. Quinn closed her locker door and saw a boy with bleached blonde hair standing at the locker next to hers.
"I'm Sam Evans." the boy called Sam held out his hand. Reluctantly, Quinn shook it. "I'm new here to McKinley and I was wondering if you wanted to show me around?" His voice had a flirty tone to it. Quinn was immediatly put off by this boy's flirty attitude and confidence.
"I'm busy." Quinn replied, gathering her books.
"Okay, well how about lunch?" Sam tried again.
"I have Cheerios practice." Quinn quickly thought of an excuse to get this boy away from her.
"Cool. You know, I play for the football team. Maybe we'll run into each other." Sam said.
"You play for the football team?" Quinn asked, suddenly interested in the direction the conversation was going.
"Yep." Sam smirked, knowing that he had piqued Quinn's interest and leaned against her locker.
"What position do you play?" Quinn asked.
"Quarterback." Sam replied confidently.
"Quarterback?" Quinn repeated. What had happened to Finn? Had Coach Tanaka kicked him off? Was he injured?
"Yep. The new football coach, Coach Beiste booted Finn off the team." Sam explained.
"May I ask why?" Quinn asked.
"He apparently asked Coach Beiste to let a handicapped boy play on the team." Sam replied.
"You mean Artie Abrams?" Quinn asked, thinking of Artie from Glee club.
"Who?" Sam asked.
"Artie Abrams. Glasses? Beatles style haircut? Suspenders? Wheelchair?" Sam's face only grew more puzzled as Quinn continued.
"No." Sam shook his head. "I can't say I've heard of an Artie Abrams with a Beatles style haircut, glasses, suspenders and a wheelchair." Sam silently chuckled at his own corny joke.
"Do you know Noah Puckerman?" Quinn asked curiously.
"You mean Puck?" Sam asked. "The guy that used to have the mohawk and toss kids in dumpsters?"
"Hold on." Quinn walked towards Sam as he slowly retreated backwards. "How did you know about Puck's mohawk?"
"Er. School rumors?" Sam hoped that she would fall for it.
"Its more than that. Isn't it?" Quinn stepped towards him. "I think you know more than you're letting on."
"Alright! Alright!" Sam put his hands in the air in surrender. "Before I came to this school, I wanted to fit in just like any other kid returning to McKinley for another year. So I read some boy's blog about the high school."
"You mean Jacob Ben Israel's blog?" Quinn inquired.
"I don't remember the kid's name!" Sam began sweating. "All I know is that it said a bunch of stuff about the Glee club, an asian couple and a pregnancy."
"Pregnancy?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah. Your pregnancy." Sam looked down at his feet.
"What did you read?" Quinn asked sharply.
"Nothing! I swear! It just said that you and Puckerman had a daughter and you gave her up for adoption! Check the blog for yourself!" Sam defended himself.
"Well then, welcome to McKinley." Quinn shook his hand. "I'm Quinn Fabray." Quinn turned and walked away.
As soon as the teenage Cheerio was safely around the corner, Sam leaned against his locker and sighed. "She sure is something."
End Of Chapter!
I've officially switched my font from Arial to Times New Roman! So far I am loving TNR! I hope this chapter was satisfactory! It was sort of Quinn and Sam's first meeting. Sorry if I portrayed Sam as arrogant. Maybe he just wanted to impress her because she was a Cheerio. Thanks for reading!
Infernape Master
