CHAPTER 10

Monday came around a lot faster then Sam wanted it to. He really wanted the weekend to last long then it did. After he and Quinn left Arby's Saturday they sent the rest of the day horse back riding, then on Sunday Sam sent the rest of the day at her house working on her dad's car. They talked as he changed the right parts and checked the oil, did all the things he need to do. They even made out a little more he really enjoyed the making out.

He walked into school making a b-line straight for his locker. From the corner of his eye he saw Quinn talking to Finn. She had that HBIC expression plastered on her face, her books were held tightly to her chest. Finn looked angry yet confused and he also looked a little sad. Sam was actually surprised he could show those many emotions, he thought it'd be a little hard for him to handle.

The blonde quarterback pulled out his Chemistry book and shut his locker. He put his pad lock back on and span the dial before dialing the first two numbers. He turned his back to his locker and started off toward class. On his way he ran into Puck. The self proclaimed bad-ass nodded at him. "Sup man?"

"Nothing much, you?" Sam continued his walk to Chemistry, Puck following. "How was your weekend?"

"Could have been better," his friend told him, adjusting his backpack strap.

"Why? Did your mom find out you going to a party you shouldn't have?" Sam vaguely remembered Puck telling him about the fact that he was grounded over a game of Call of Duty they played last Wednesday. Sam was totally kicking Puckerman's ass.

The Jew shook his head, "No. Rachel totally chewed me out for introducing her as my fellow Jew and not my girlfriend. She wouldn't let me touch her all weekend."

Sam laughed, "Oh poor dude." He patted his friend on the back.

Puck nodded, "It was. And they my mom made me clean our garage too, so my weekend pretty much sucked crap." He rolled his shoulders in defeat and turned his head to Sam, "At least tell me your weekend was better."

They stopped in front of the Chemistry room, "It was good," a secret smile appearing on Sam's face. He started for his assigned lab station, "Talk to ya later."

He walked over to his lab station taking a seat. He opened his notebook getting prepared for class, though most likely he wasn't going to take any notes. As he waited for Quinn he started to doodle different random drawings. He drew a rocket ship crashing into the ground then he started on a Na'vi flying on an Ikran. He never much thought himself an artist but he did like to draw and his drawings did always come out pretty decent. They were never the greatest but you could at least make out what they were. He definitely wasn't planning on making a living on drawing it was just a hobby. If he's going to make a living on anything it's going to be football, or maybe music. He likes to write stuff, just when he's bored, he enjoys that he's actually got a few songs down.

As he's finishing off the Na'vi's body, Quinn walks in. She looks over at his picture, "Wow, you're really good."

He shrugs, "Not really. You should see my dad's drawings, he's the real artist. This is about the only thing I can draw that turns out decently." He put his pencil down and turns to her, "Well this and a car."

She nods, "Obviously." She smiles and takes her seat.

His body turns, following her as she walks around him and takes his seat. "So how'd it go with Hudson?" He rested his hands on the edge of the stool between his legs.

"Okay I guess," he raised an eyebrow, "He tried to peruse me to let him have a second chance."

Sam snorted, "He's an idiot."

Mrs. Holiday walked in calling the class to attention. Like always Sam positioned himself to face the front but instead of paying attention like he should – he's sort of failing this class at the moment – he began to finish his Avatar drawing. Mid way through the class he got a text from Puck telling him that he was going to skip with him and go play Black Ops with him and his house. He didn't have a choice.

When the bell ranged Sam walked Quinn to her locker, carrying her books for her. "So you don't have a choice?" she asked putting her combination in.

He shook his head, "I don't think so." He leaned against the locker besides hers. "But no worry's I'll be back before study hall and you and Mercedes can ignore me through out the whole period." He smirks at her taking one of the magnets off her locker door sliding his Avatar drawing underneath and lets the magnet clank back against the wall. "Merry Christmas."

"Oh thank you," she said looking at it. "I we won't ignore you the whole period, but like the last thirty minutes," she smiles playfully at him.

"Oh my god I get a whole ten minutes of your time," he faked shock, "thank you!"

She shook her head laughing, "You're an idiot."

Sam tucked a look strand of hair behind her ear, "Yea, but I'm a loveable idiot."

She bit her lip about to say something when Puck appeared out of nowhere, "Let's go dude before Figgins catches us."

Sam gave her an apologetic look and left with Puck to go shoot up virtual people.

~o~

Sam silently arrived back at school during forth period, which was his study hall period. The halls where crowded meaning classes just let out, good thing to because he had no idea how he and Puck were going to sneak into a class room full of students.

Puckerman patted Sam on the back, "Well, see you next period." Sam nodded and took off toward his study hall class. He sat in the far back row in the farthest desk away from the teacher so glad they didn't have arranged seats.

The person in front of him turned around revealing Quinn, "Well aren't you the sneaky ninja."

"Yep," he nodded, "Sensei Puck's taught me well." He looked at the person sitting next to her and saw a heavier set lady with beautiful dark skin and stylish clothes, "Hey Mercedes."

"Hey Blondie," she turned so her body was facing both Sam and Quinn. "So I heard you ditched to play X-Box with Puck. Good job."

"I know. I completely destroyed him in Nuke Town," he paused for a moment, "You know he's not as good as he brags he is. It's actually kinda sad."

The head Cheerio shook her head, "Sam neither of us speak," she paused, "CoD."

"Nuke Town is one of the maps or levels," he tried to explain. Mercedes and Quinn shared a look, "neither of you have ever played a video game before have you?" they both shook their head. He leaned back in his chair, "That's sad. Even Kurt's played Call of Duty and he's Kurt!"

"Sorry white boy but some of us like to shop on our free time," Mercedes told him.

"Come on but it's CoD! You get to kill things and not get arrested for it. It's like the greatest game EVER!"

His hopefully soon-to-be-girlfriend shook her head, "Sorry Sam, we're just not big on video games."

Sam licked his lips, "I bet by the end of the year you'll be wanting to be play CoD just as much as me and Puck," he sounded sure of himself as he pointed a finger at them before tapping the desk letting them get on with their girl talk.