School has never come easy to me, but when does it ever come to someone naturally? Well maybe Artie, but he's a nerd so he doesn't count. That was a serious problem for me, I mean come on, people at this school thought I was stupid because maybe I wasn't exactly the best at school related things. Besides football of course, I was good at football. No doubt about that.

But that wasn't the point, I was sick of being the stupid kid. You know? For once be considered more than the stupid blonde that is kickass at football. (Although I wouldn't mind still be considered kickass at football, that's not bad at all.) Of course Chemistry II wasn't exactly my best class either. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to pass Chemistry unless I had a tutor or something.

Tutors suck, okay? My mom once made me get one when I was in middle school to help me pass my Spanish class, let's say now I am better at Spanish but I know way too many swear words in Spanish. The problems with tutors are that they know nothing about me so they have no idea how to teach me. Yelling at me constantly to learn some stupid word does not help me learn how to say something in Spanish. Yelling "Usted estúpido hijo de puta!" at me does not tell me how to command someone to sleep. No it just makes me more confused and makes me feel worse about myself as is.

If I were to get anywhere close to failing I would have to get a tutor because of two reasons, my mom and my dad. My mom in denial of me having dyslexia has always wanted me to be smart just like the other kids, and then there is my dad who only really wants me to stay in football. I don't see why my mom makes my dyslexia such a big deal; I mean Ihave accepted it. Why can't she already?

Class had started and I was sitting in the front near the door, luckily if I was quick enough I would be able to get out of class before Miss I-Want-To-Be-A-Star could even notice me. That is if she hasn't noticed me already. If she had, I hoped that she wouldn't feel the need to speak with me. Yes, I'll be nice to her in Glee club but out of it we are totally two different people. She is the last person I need to be talking to.

Look even though Quinn broke up with me and she was part of the reason I wanted to be popular (seeing as I needed to be so she could actually like me) didn't mean that I still didn't want to be popular. Maybe other people would like me if I was; everyone was hitting on Finn once we won the game. He was top dog, now it's my turn to be.

As cruel and cold hearted as it sounded I wanted to crush Finn. I wanted to be that top dog, I wanted to be quarter back, I wanted to be the better version of him. Why was it that Finn had to have everything? He had the position of Quarterback, he had Quinn, and he had Glee club… Wait Glee club!

That was it! All I had to do was take over Glee club (with Rachel of course) that would just be one sweet step to getting Quinn back. Once I was on top it would be easy to make her want me back, I mean who wouldn't?

The only problem was that I needed to try to convince Rachel that I actually could co-captain the Glee club with her. But how? It was obvious that she was still hopelessly devoted to Finn and she clearly wanted to win him back as much as I wanted Quinn back. We could easily be some help to each other. Though convincing her this ridiculous plan would actually work would be a challenge.

There was no denying that Rachel was smart she had often commented on her good grades during Glee club. Most likely it would take some proof that would make her actually help me. To find that proof would be difficult, but I'd find it, no matter what.

"Alright class on the screen will be your seating charts and who will be your lab partner for the rest of the quarter. No whining or anything, it's only for a quarter you can live."

Looking up at the screen I searched for my name that was clearly labeled and a square resembling a desk. I was towards the back which was nice, oh good and the one by the window. Then I had hit a problem, the problem was my lab partner. No I couldn't have gotten a nerd that would have just done the work for me, no I had to be stuck with Rachel. The last person I would have wanted to be lab partners with.

"Move to your new seat quickly! I have a get-to-know-you activity for your partner to do!" The teacher cooed picking up a stack of papers.

Getting to my feet slowly I made my way to my desk dreading the time when I would have to sit down and hear her talk all hour. God, she could just be so annoying sometimes. I don't see why she hasn't noticed that I actually don't give a rat's ass what she had to say. Settling down into my desk I pulled out my notebook and stared down at the new page of my Batman notebook (my mom enjoyed buying me notebooks and folders that had designs on them for some reason).

It was odd, even though I knew she was sitting next to me Rachel was completely silent her head was hung slightly as her eyes remained watching her hands. What the hell was wrong with her? Not that I wanted to ask her about it and risk the sweet silence between us at the moment. Glancing over at the brunette I noticed that she had a frown on her lips and she just looked tired. Wow, she really didn't look well.

Mrs. Harkinson walked around with the papers placing a sheet of questions in front of every student. Once everything was passed out she walked to the front and smiled at us. "Alright, now ask your new lab partner these questions and write their answers done so you remember for later."

Great, now I actually had to talk to her. What fun… Looking down at the sheet I wrote the answer to the first question down, it asking what her name was. "Uhm, are you ready?" I asked her quietly looking past her rather than at her.

There was a moment of silence before she nodded taking the piece of paper and turning to me. She had a determined look on her face like she was determined to be happy or something like that. "Yes I am, we obviously know the answer to the first one because do know each other already." She sighed writing down the answer. "Next question, what's your favorite sport?"

I sighed these were just so generic, it was the average thing to know about people. These questions didn't matter what so ever, I mean it would be a different story if you actually learned something about the other person. I was sure that Rachel already knew that my favorite sport was football, and hers was most likely something like ballet. Was that even considered a sport? Who knows and who cares.

"Football," I replied watching as she wrote down my answer in her neat hand writing. Why was it that all girls seemed to have super nice handwriting while mine looked more like chicken scratch?

"Typical."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I snapped narrowing my eyes on her.

"It means exactly as it sounds, it is typical that a guy like you would have the favorite sport like football, that's all that I meant by that." She replied not even looking at me.

So really Rachel assumed that she knew who I was and that I was just like every other thick headed moron on this planet. Please, she didn't know me at all. Sure yes my favorite sport was just like almost anyone else in this school but that didn't mean that I was just like them. There was no way she could ever compare me to Finn. I was never going to be like him. Never.

"I guess you're right." I shrugged biting down on my lip. I wasn't in the mood to argue with her. All I wanted to do was get this stupid sheet of questions done. "What about you?"

"Due to the fact that most are ignorant and won't consider anything I do an actual sport then I would have to say nothing. Sports are really just a waste of time, and it's crazy how much money schools put into them. Instead of spending money on new uniforms for football why don't they buy new microphones for the auditorium? It's not like it would be favoring Glee club, there is also chorus and other things that need microphones." She went on babbling as I felt a headache coming on.

"I agree." I finally managed to say.

"Really?" She asked looking at me her head tilted to the side and her eyes questioning me.

"Yeah of course, I mean it's not only football, there's the cheerios who get most of the money. But yeah, I agree Glee club needs more money." I said with a shrug scribbling on my paper.

She just kind of looked at me for awhile, her eyes scanned my face for a moment or two it seemed like she was trying to figure out if I was lying or not. Which really I wasn't, Glee didn't get enough money and the sports and cheerios got too much money. Simple as that really.

Rachel and I went through the rest of the sheet really learning nothing about each other than we knew before. This whole assignment was pointless really, I didn't understand why the teachers insisted on us having us do these things. It's not like because of this that we would all become friends. Most likely out of this class and out of Glee club Rachel and I would never speak. It was just how things worked. I was a football player and well she was Rachel. Two total different people that were forced to actually speak to each other in some class that both of us probably didn't care about.

From what I have known about Rachel Berry is that she one, wants to be a star, and two, is hopelessly in love with Finn Hudson. Why did all the girls have the hots for him anyways? What was so great about him? God, this was pointless. Looking to the clock I only wished for it to move faster so this class would end and I could go on with the rest of my pitiful day.

It was five minutes to the end of class and things were moving smoothly, Rachel wasn't talking, the teacher was now just kind of stalling for time as she too looked up at the clock. That was until Rachel spoke up.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?" What did she want?

"I was wondering, since Finn and I haven't really spoken in awhile and he would usually go and watch me practice whatever piece I was going to perform for the glee club beforehand… I was wondering if you would come to the choir room at lunch and listen to the piece I've prepared." She asked softly not looking at me.

Wait was she really asking me if I could watch her sing at lunch? Me of all people? This was my chance! Get close to her and then steal the co-captain part from Finn. Ah, it was too perfect.

With a smile I nodded at her. "Of course, I would love to."