And so I decided to continue this story.
Because I like it. :) But the death of Cory Monteith is still a little hard to sink in. I mean, every store I go to countless pictures of him and Leah are staring back from the stalls... darn. Gone too soon.
Warning: Confused jealous Quinn
Chapter three
For a long time Quinn Fabray has watched her best friend, Mercedes Jones, rise to the top effortlessly without sweating a single drop nor sinking on her knees for any favors. The blonde skinny cheerio watched her best friend be the best and the favorite and the object of affections of most guys she wanted herself, fit wonderfully in clothes she had wanted to look her best in and even managed to take the spot as captain of the cheer leading squad. Quinn Fabray told herself countless times that she loved her best friend, Mercedes Jones, no matter how much more fortunate she was than her.
But now as she watched the dark-skinned girl on the lap of her soon-to-be boyfriend, Sam Evans, smiling deliriously as the teen boy fed her jokes and stupid impressions, she snapped the hair tie in two. Quinn didn't get it. Mercedes was not the average american girl, she was! She was not a size 2, she was barely a size 14, and she did not have the gap that Quinn did between her legs when she wore those jeans and her curves were too curvy and her thighs were too thick and her natural hair was too curly and her skin was too soft and her ass... Holy shit! What was wrong with society today?
Quinn looked at herself and squeezed the sides of her stomach and ran her thin fingers through her soft silky blonde hair. She was the girl who men would want to come home to every night and spend their last years of incontinence with, she had the perfect figure fit to be seen with wherever they go, the woman for magazine covers and modeling couture!
As far as she knew, she was downright gorgeous too and very intelligent. What did Mercedes have that she didn't?
Who was she kidding? Her best friend had a sinful body, and her curves were all in the right places and her hair was shining and wavy. She had the personality of a star and the brain of Einstein's clone... If that makes sense. It was no doubt that everyone in school liked her, even though the same people had caused her pain that time where they shamed her name with a dirty rumor. That was easy to do considering that she was the one Mercedes confided in when the event almost happened and Mercedes broke up with Puck when he failed to defend her dignity and innocence. During the time Mercedes and Puck were separated, Quinn tried to get Puck into her bed just once to feel what it's like to ride the bad-ass of McKinley but he refused and he got back together again with Mercedes after the whole thing cooled down.
And then there was Sam.
Quinn had thought things were going to be fine with Sam and that she would find herself an Adonis who wanted her for her and a wonderful sexy guy who did not go crazy over Mercedes while she swayed on the side, of course she didn't feel anything for him at first since she thought he was a nerd trapped in the wrong body and she never did get his impressions or jokes or even that weird Na'vi thing he speaks that turns her off even more than that time when Puck tried to make her laugh by showing her chewed chocolate and cookies from his mouth; which was a lame move by the way. Then Sam asked her to go with him to the movies that afternoon, when he picked her up by the park (because she didn't want her parents to be questioning him just yet) he told her she looked pretty with her baby blue sundress, her white flats and white headband, he gave his jacket to wear when the night started to cool and then she tried to kiss him but he must have not seen her lean up and gave her a light hug instead. Then he called her and asked her how she was doing and he offered her a ride to the salon when her tire blew out a few days later! And he kissed her cheek! So why was he so into Mercedes right now, feeding her tots for God's-
"Hey, Mercedes? Can I talk to you for a second?"
The black girl smiled and left the blonde Adonis by the table, he was drooling as he stared at her walking away, she winked back harmlessly and failed to notice how Quinn puked a little in her mouth.
Something was off about this. Why was Mercedes being so flirty and sexy with Sam while her boyfriend, Puck, was sitting right next to them? Reading a damn book with a frustrated look on his rugged handsome features?
She didn't want to look for a reason to hate her best friend. It was official to her now. Mercedes Jones was fucking perfect.
"What are you up to now Mercedes?" Quinn asked her friend.
"Nothing, just hanging out." The brown-skinned girl smiled sweetly as she looked from Puck to Sam.
"Really. Just hanging out. On Sam Evans's lap." Quinn grinned sheepishly and gave her friend a high five. "With the bad-ass right there. How do you even- I mean-"
"It's actually nothing Quinn. I'm trying to be different from last year you know, after the whole cyber 'incident'?"
"Oh, Mercy it was very difficult to see you cry and skip out on school, shut everybody out and whoever caused you so much pain deserves whatever is coming to them. I supported you and I always will, ok."
Quinn frowned like the professional heartless actress she was, she rubbed her friend's shoulder and hugged her lightly as her gaze directed towards Sam who was talking to Puck.
"Thanks Quinn, you're the bestest of best friends."
A few seconds later as they breathed in each other's presence...
"So you're not going to fuck him?"
"What? No. I told you Quinn I'm with Puck now and I respect our relationship. I will never do anything to jeopardize us."
"From what I saw I'd say you were enjoying more than his lap over there. Who cares about 'relationship' and respecting it? Puck is the last person to trust when it comes to loyalty and relationships. Look what happened to Sugar. We're in high school Mercy. We won't get to be like this anymore by the time we're in our thirties and masking c-section scars."
"Quinn. Listen to yourself, we're rich, I doubt we'll even have c-section scars in our lifetime."
"Mercy, live a little will you? What happened to the fun wild gal I used to know?"
"She's dying."
"Exactly but she's not dead yet, so I'll be helping you out of your coma."
Mercedes bit her lip as she looked into Quinn's warm brown eyes, she couldn't tell if the blonde was being sincere or just plain clueless but Mercedes saw a hint of truth in what she said and she gulped down the nervous lump in her throat.
"I-I don't know Quinn, I mean what if I turn out like Santana? Or even worse Brittney? By the time I get married every guy in the room would rather have me come in without a wedding dress on."
Quinn saw how clueless Mercedes sounded and she almost slapped herself in the face. For someone so bright she could be really ignorant sometimes.
"Don't worry no one cares about that crap anymore so it won't be a problem later on. As for Santana or Brittney? It's only a matter of time before they seclude themselves-"
"I'll think about it. You always give the best advice."
"Ok, that means I can get you and Puck on a double date with Sam and I?" Quinn asked with a little hope underneath her words.
"Uh, I don't know. Sam is not really-" Mercedes winced as she figured out how infatuated Quinn sounded and her eyes shimmered with such false hope that her heart started clenching.
Quinn on the other hand was playing the game right, she doesn't know if her best friend was getting into it or if she was just being a little conservative. Either way she was not falling for her trap.
"I thought you guys weren't serious." Mercedes forced a smile.
"We are totally serious, he just needs some time to adjust to my lifestyle that's all."
"Oh, and how do you know that?"
"Because..." And she was running out of words at the worst time possible. "He told me so himself."
Bam. She blew it. Mercedes's smirk did not falter when she grabbed her friend by her arm and dragged her to the two guys over by the garden.
Quinn looked from the two handsome guys, she forced herself to lick her drying lips as her brain was fought with her heart as well as her conscience.
"Hey Sam, what do you say to a double date with this sexy lady and my boyfriend?"
"I'd say if I get Puckerman's approval we're set."
"Ok? How does Puck have any business into you and I going out?" Quinn narrowed her eyes.
"Shit, I mean. Ok, yes why not?" Sam's uneasiness was not quickly passed by the other beautiful people and he immediately excused himself, smiling at Quinn and brushing a little too hard and too close to his best friend's woman.
Shane was about to park his bicycle when large hands shoved him forward and hauled him by his backpack, causing him to crash into his bike and lose his glasses to the boots once more, he landed on his elbow and erupted a loud groan when Puckerman kicked his side and told his two football buddies to hold him up so he release his hatred on him. By the time Puck landed the fifth punch to his stomach, Shane's lips were bleeding and his bulky frame seemed useless as he took in the assault.
"Shit! Drop him guys! Drop him! Yo Puck, your girl is coming this way!" A tall pale guy with large evil blue eyes and strong fists scooted Shane over to throw him in the dumpster with bis carrot-haired friend.
"Have a nice time with Artie in there, nerd!" A light-skinned black boy, Noah's brother, said with a carefree voice that didn't match the look in his eyes.
"Noah! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Mercedes was walking pretty fast with her not-so-long legs towards her boyfriend who was dusting off his jacket and gave her a sheepish grin.
She pushed him aside to go look at the damage they had caused now when the guy with the large blue eyes she recognized instantly grabbed her arm and forced her to lose her footing and drop her weight against him. And of course she was not a super softy who lets jerks overpower her, so she elbowed him in the gut and stepped on his toe, she ended her number by dragging her sharp nail against his strong chiseled jaw and glared at him.
"I don't know what I was thinking when we dated!" She told the blue-eyed guy who was now groaning as he held his stomach.
"Mercedes? Babe, what are you doing here?"
"Don't even try me right now Noah, you just never stop do you! You just stop at every opportunity to lower yourself and the rest of us. Oh God." She shook her head back sideways.
"What's going on here? Puck what the hell?" Sam walked in with his friend Mike Chang beside him.
Puck grabbed Mercedes back and held her beside him as his tall sandy haired friend tried to get the big burly black kid from the garbage.
"Sam! Dude what the fuck are you doing?"
"Puck shut up ok, this isn't the way to do this man."
"Come on man this isn't the way." Mike piped him when he was seemed to be forgotten again.
When Sam and Mike pulled Shane and Artie out of the stink hole, Mercedes rushed to them and held herself back a few inches away since both guys did not have a smell she actually liked, She smiled back at Sam with a thank you on her lips.
"Shane, I am so sorry are you ok?"
Shane was coughing hard and wincing in pain but somehow the big guy managed to present a smile of pearly whites.
"It's ok Mercedes it wasn't your fault. Your asshole of a boyfriend- I'm sorry I didn't mean to call him that but b-but I-"
"Shane, Shane slow down, it's cool. He's an asshole ok and I'm going to deal with him." She said harshly as she cut her eyes away from him to glare at a guilty Puck.
"Ain't that a bitch to be thrown in this shitty box of hell plus to be ignored in this state by the sexiest diva in this school. Damn! What I would give for a night with that fine ass."
Mercedes giggled at the boy in the wheelchair as he removed a rotten banana peel from his shiny slick brown hair, he wheeled his way over to her side and gave Shane a side-way glance that was nowhere sincere.
"Hey! Watch it cripple!"
Before Mercedes could jump in the sweet Abrams's kid's defense, the blonde boy she was not sure about in this horrible school beat her to it. She had no problem laying back helping the two victims back to their stances as she motioned for Mike to help them inside to clean up.
"Yo Puckerman that ain't cool." Sam said as he stepped in front of Puck.
"Evans you're a damn pussy, haven't you seen how that big moustaccio over have been wanting to go one up with sexy mama!"
"And haven't you seen how much of a jackass you're being!"
"This is exactly why guys like you will never make it out there in this tough society," he shoved Sam back, "and I will always be on top because I play by the rules. I feed off the weak while you, my best friend, is feeding with them!"
"Look Puck your girl isn't too happy with what you're doing-"
"The hell with her being happy or whatnot, we have our ways to stay on top and she knows exactly how it feels to be thrown down and get betrayed. Those are not like us, they will never be."
Sam was laughing by the time Puck finished his fucked up little speech and he fought to hold his stomach as he thought about the hell this misguided motherfucker was going to put the most wonderful girl he's ever known.
"Hold the fuck up, are you kidding me right now? You're just as shallow and fucked in the head as Karoftsky! I became your friend because you reached out to me and got to know me when everyone else liked my body instead of my persona, you told me we were bros and we needed each other and being friends cannot top anything else in ways of survival. The fuck happened to that guy?"
Puck shoved Sam back again away from him when he realized that the blonde was saying some truths, yet this time Sam did not falter as he pushed Puck back.
"Guys stop!" Mercedes rushed in between and held Puck away from Sam. "Stop it, both of you."
"Mercy..."
"Sam, please." She looked at him with teary eyes and quivering lips.
Sam understood immediately and stepped back from them, he admitted that he was not too happy about her practically blowing him off but he respected her decisions. The pang in his heart was increasing.
"Puck. We need to talk."
This chapter should have introduced Mercedes's whole point of view but I wanted to wait a little longer and show you how everyone else sees Mercedes before we see her ourselves.
So we don't know whether Mercedes and Sam are seeing each other or not.
And every seems to be kind of horrible and misguided... just like any normal teenager of course. :)
