CHAPTER 2
By the time football tryouts came around, Sam found out he had three classes with Artie, two classes with Artie's friend Puck - who he found out was Jewish and took pride in his mo-hawk, and one extra class with Quinn. The only class Sam didn't like was his Spanish class, and don't get him wrong it had nothing to do with the teacher, Mr. Shue is awesome. It's got to do with this real douche bag, Finn Hudson, which Sam got placed next to.
Yes, Sam remembers that Hudson was the star quarterback and the fact he's Quinn's boyfriend but this dude really annoyed the crap out of Sam. Finn practically sent the whole period talking to Sam about the fact of how popular he was.
Sam couldn't be happier with the fact that he was sitting the locker room right now waiting for the football coach to arrive. He had heard from Puck that the old coach quit and they hired someone brand new.
It was then the door swung open revealing a tall, muscular women wearing a black t-shirt tucked into a pair of black basketball shorts. "All right starting now everyone is cut." Sam heard some gasps and mumbles of swear words, "We're starting fresh and that means no special treatment." There was a short pause as the coach looked at every single one of them, "Now suite up and get out there, we're gonna do some running."
The practice was hard and long and Sam was pretty sure he was going to puke. He'd never been this exhausted in his life, and he exercises three hours a day. He had sweat dripping from his head, into his eyes. And he smelt, which sucked because he had to go to his job next. He was just glad he could shower at this school without someone peeking in on him.
Once he was showered up and didn't smell as if he came from a sewer, he made his way to his car. He was whistling Lucky by Jason Mraz, swinging his keys on his finger when he heard someone call his name. He spun around to see Puck jogging over to him, "Yo dude a bunch of guys are going out to eat, you should come."
"Sorry dude but I can't. I've got work," he paused as taking a quick glimpse over at the other football players and noticed Quinn talking to Finn. She gave him a smile, though it wasn't like the one she gave Sam early that day in the science room, it was more of a smile that said "You're a tool" which Sam could agree with. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Puck lifted his hand in good-bye before heading back over to the other football players. Sam turned around and kept walking to his car, proceeding whistling the Lucky. When he reached his car he noticed a piece of paper stuck between his window and the windshield wipers.
He picked it up to see Quinn's name with ten digits underneath. He looked at it, a confused look washing over his face when he looked over to where he knew she was standing. She was looking over at him with a smirk before turning back Finn, nodding to whatever he was telling her. It was then that he had the feeling that this year was going to be a bit interesting.
He opened his car door and dropped into his seat. He turned it on before backing up and driving out of the parking lot, though he does look over at Quinn, giving her a small wave, when he drives past all the Cheerios and football players. As he drives down the road he takes out a piece of paper from his pocket and looks at the address written on it.
Once he gets to the right street he starts looking for the house, which he finds is a brown, two-story, suburban house, something you'd see very rich people live in. He parked his car next to the curb in front of the house before shutting off his car. He decided to mentally prepare himself. He was used to helping his dad out on jobs, but this guy seemed rich and every rich dude he knew turned out to be giant asses. He inhaled deeply before grabbing his iPod and opening his car door.
He walked over to his trunk and popped it open. He quickly switched his shirts making sure he was the t-shirt that had his dad's company plastered in large white letters on his back, before heading toward the door. He knocked three times before the door opened to reveal a tall man with gold hair slicked back. He was wearing slacks, a light blue button up shirt, and a navy blue v-neck sweater. "May I help you?"
"Yea, I'm Sam Evans. My dad sent me; you said you needed your car worked on?" Sam was a little unsure of himself, mostly because he never really felt comfortable around people's parents or just older people in general.
"Yes, right. Please follow me," the older man said walking out of the house, shutting the door behind him.
Sam followed him to the garage, a large garage too. The older man pulled out a garage opened from him pocket, clicking it so the garage door opens. Sam starred at the car, a black 1968 Ford Mustang GT. "All the tools you need should be here, my last mechanic apparently didn't want any of it. So you should be able to find everything you need."
"Yea, no problem Mr.-" Sam stopped noticing that he didn't know the man's name.
"Fabray. Russell Fabray," the older man supplied.
The blonde boy looked taken aback, "Wait, you don't happen to be Quinn's dad are you?"
Mr. Fabray looked at him with a curious look, "That's exactly who I am, why?"
"No reason, I was just wondering," Sam replied quickly, but if he was being serious he was excited. He got to see Ms. Quinn Fabray everyday, well at least tell he's done restoring Mr. Fabray's '68 Ford, which could take him a year minimum.
He watched Mr. Fabray walk away before he pulled out his iPod, put his ear buds in, and put on My Stupid Mouth by John Mayer. He popped open the hood then went over to the tool box, grabbing the tools he needs before walking back over to the car.
As he worked on the car he thought back the football practice. He thought about all the great passes he made, the extremely hard dashing he had to up and down field, the fact that he out ran Finn. It wasn't long before his mind went to one Quinn Fabray. He found it weird that he barely knew her yet she was consuming his every thought. She was different then any other girl he knew, and that brought a smile to his face.
The song changed to one of his favorite songs, Lucky, and Sam couldn't help but sing along. He was on the second verse when he noticed someone else in the garage with him. He also noticed that that person was wearing a red and white cheerleading outfit. He whipped his head in her direction to see her smile amusingly at him.
He yanked his head phones out, a shocked expression plastered on his face, "Quinn!"
Her smile grew wider as she walked over to him, hands on her hips, "So you're my dad's new mechanic."
He whipped his hands on the rag he was carrying in his back pocket, "Um, yea." He smiled at her, "Guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other, huh?" She has no idea how much he wants her to say yes.
Instead of giving him the answer he was hoping for she instead shrugged and said, "Maybe," before walking back out of the garage.
Sam licked his lips and a small smile played on his lips, he definitely knew this year was going to be interesting.
