TITLE: Falling For You, Chapter Four: Sam Evans

PAIRINGS: Quick (Quinn/Puck)

This chapter has a little bit of Sam/Quinn, just a warning.

SYPNOSIS: No one's ever captured Noah Puckerman's heart before, no one's ever tried. No one has bothered to look behind his mask, to see his true colours. What happens when one head cheerleader tries? Quick!

A/N: Oops…I'm so sorry for the lack in updates…I'm a little lazy. Anyways, enjoy this chapter XD


As I walk away from Sam, trying to regain my posture and confident face; I spot Puck a little ahead of me, making his way to his locker. Although I can't see the expression on his face, I could probably guess it. He'd have that bored expression on his face that he uses when he can't see the point in doing anything. I know this because that's how I'm like most days. Sometimes I can't see the point in doing anything anymore. Like, what's the point? What do I have to live for anyway?

Sighing, I walk over to my locker and open it, taking out two books and placing them firmly in my bag. My locker is some kind of trip down memory lane for me, every single time I open it, a flood of memories fill my mind when I see the photos.

There's the photo of me cut out from a magazine from sophomore year. I can remember that day vividly when I realized that I was on the front page. It was amazing. I was so young at that point- yet such a mean, heartless bitch. It's strange to think that that was less than a year ago.

Underneath that magazine is tons of mini photo's, all of them stuck next to each other, each of them telling a different story. Finn, Beth, Artie, Puck…No, I think, as I slam my locker shut. I completely forgot that he was in there- in several photos actually.

It's the end of the day- finally – so I can just go home and do what I want. My mom's at this bingo game down at the mall; which I used to attend when I was younger; so I have an empty house.

I don't even know what I should do tonight. Mom usually expects me to make myself dinner, because she comes home late at night, but I have no idea what. Last year, I used to make plans so easily, because most of them consisted of dates with Finn, doctors' appointments and shopping trips with Santana and Britt.

Speaking of Brittany, she hasn't spoken to me since we started school. It's still the second day, but it still hurts that one of my apparent 'best friends' hasn't spoken to me at all. Ever since school started, things have been really strange with Santana and Brittany. Almost like they were keeping a secret from me.

I sighed, as I walked away from my locker, just as I hear a sharp, loud voice call out my name from behind me. The tone of his voice grazes against my last nerve, almost warning me to ignore him.

"Quinn."

Turning slowly on my heel and plastering my 'I'm fine' expression on my face, I face the person I've been dreading.

The person I told to leave me alone.

Obviously that's too hard for him, because here he is, standing in front of me, one eyebrow raised and an annoyed look in his eyes. I know that look. It's the look of determination. That look scares me.

Oh, if you haven't realized who it is, because you're extremely slow, or just plain stupid. It's Puck.

My eyes darted around the corridor, looking anywhere but at him. "What?" I hiss at him, folding my arms together, almost as if to defend myself. I don't know why I do this whenever he speaks to me- I just close up, turn back to the Quinn Fabray that everyone knows from last year- the evil head cheerleader.

Puck's expression falls, but he keeps his eyes firmly on me, his eyes firmly on mine. "You can't avoid me forever." He states coldly, and I can tell that he means it.

"Why can't I?" I reply quickly, a frown forming on my face. "You can't tell me what to do Puck, we're not dating anymore."

Puck sighs, running his fingers through his Mohawk. "Have you seen Jacob's newest blog?" He asks, and I spot some fear in his voice.

My frown deepens. "No?"

He lets out a breath of relief, and gives a small half smile. "Good, I suggest you don't look at it either." He tells me, a somewhat nervous expression on his face. The look that I know full well is used when he feels guilty about something, or has done something wrong.

"Like I said," I answer him, walking a few steps towards him, "You can't tell me what to do. We're not dating-"

"-Yet." Puck adds in, giving me a small smirk.

I roll my eyes at his somewhat amusing comment. "That is never going to happen Puck-" Searching my mind for a reason why, I think of the first thing to save me, "-I-I, I have a date tonight."

Puck frowns in confusion, "A date? Who with?"

My eyes travel to the ground, immediately feeling guilty. Hang on, why do I even feel guilty? Puck and I aren't even dating. I can date who I want now, whatever his opinion. So I look up, and stare directly in his eyes. "Sam, I have a date with Sam." I told him, trying to not show the slight wobble in my voice.

Puck's eyes widen, and his face crumbles slightly, his frown getting bigger if possible. He looks down and sighs. "Okay." Is all he answers. "I hope you have a great time." He mumbles, before turning around and walking off.

That same feeling of guilt spreads over my body, and I sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

Why me?

Brushing down my skirt and plastering on a confident expression, I make my way out of the school exit, trying my hardest to ignore everyone around me. I remember what Mercedes told me last year when I was staying at her place.

"It's just a boy, nothing more. It's not the end of the world."

O-okay so maybe in my case there are two boys, but the quote still sort make sense. I mean, why should I spend so much time worrying about Puck, or Sam, or any of those other guys? Why can't I just enjoy my last few years at high school without any drama? I've had enough drama, and I don't want any more. At all.

If that means avoiding whatever feeling's I have for the cheeky, half smiling boy with the Mohawk, or the cute blonde big mouthed football player, then so be it.


That night when I return home after a church meeting; I see that I have a friend request from Sam Evans on facebook, and two messages. Groaning, I quickly accept Sam as a friend, before opening both of the messages, slightly nervous after Puck and I's little discussion after school.

Q, what's going on? We were supposed to go shopping today after school? Where the hell are you?! – Love Auntie Snix.

"For god's sake." I mutter, as I realize that she was right. Every Monday night after school, Santana, Brittany and I go out on a girls shopping trip to catch up on gossip with each other and just generally have some fun. Obviously today I forgot, because of…Other reasons.

I rather reluctantly open the next message, which turned out to be from Sam.

Hey Quinn, it's Sam: D I was just confirming our date on Friday night? Also, did you want me to pick you up? Xo

The fact that he added two kisses to that message frightens me, and I quickly tap out a reply.

'Oh, hey Sam. I've just realized that I have to do something with my Mom on Friday night. I'm really sorry – Quinn'

Although I feel slightly guilty, I guess it's for the best. All I'm going to do is break Sam's heart, as much as I hate to admit it. Sam is one of those guys who'll easily fall for me, so I can't have that. I have to make him hate me, or not like me like that. This year is supposed to be about me.

Only me. Not Puck, especially not Puck, or Sam, or Finn, or anyone else.

When I finally go to bed that night and let the darkness of my bedroom and thoughts surround me, I curl over onto my side and let a few tears fall.

How could a perfect year turn so confusing so quickly?


A/N: Yay! I updated! XD I'm not sure how that went, and I know it was a little short, but honestly, I've been having so much writers block recently so don't kill me! I promise a 3000+ chapter next up :D

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Anna xo