Don't Believe Everything You Read
Mercedes' personal studio
Mercedes looked down at the magazine cover as she sat in her personal studio. She hated magazines... she really did. They were almost the bane of her existence it seemed because every day there was a new 'breaking' story that she seemed to be involved in. It was the one part of fame she knew she'd never get used to. The media always out for blood and a story no matter what light it cast her in.
"EXCLUSIVE: Jason Day speaks! On his breakup with Mercedes Jones and why he still loves her!"
Mercedes rolled her eyes at the cover line trying hard not to feel guilty over it. In the article that followed Jason spoke at length of his feelings for her and how he truly believed she was afraid of love. Something about her having messaged him that. Well, Mercedes knew that was a lie. There was no way she'd be that vulnerable with a man she knew she didn't love... unless...
"Wallie," Mercedes yelled turning around in her chair towards the door. In an instant her personal assistant Wallie was walking through the door with a bright smile. "Yes Siren," she asked.
"You remember when I had you go into my personal e-mail a few days ago and send Jason a message, as me, explaining to him that we needed to part ways? I told you to be remorseful but not too remorseful and friendly but firm," Mercedes explained. She knew she sort of did Jason dirty by having her assistant break up with him for her through email but Mercedes had gotten to a point in Hollywood where she put into effect her cold blooded nature when need be. She had to have walls around her at all times and she wasn't about showing weakness. People took advantage of that and it left her exposed. She wasn't trying to be exposed.
Wallie nodded, "I told him, as you, that things were discombobulated at the moment and you wanted to have some time to yourself to figure everything out. That you felt you weren't giving him the attention he needed. So, you wanted to split up for awhile, but you wish him love and happiness," she explained then paused, "I saw the magazine cover. I'm sorry if my email got misconstrued by-," the young woman went on before Mercedes cut her off.
"Don't worry about it. I honestly shouldn't have made you do it in the first place," the young diva said with a sigh. At that moment she felt her cellphone buzz. She had a good idea who that might be.
Sam.
They had been meeting regularly since that night and their agreement on 'fuckbuddies'. She had to admit he was addicting. She wanted to be close to him, even if she'd never admit it to him. She nodded to Wallie to go as she answered the phone.
"Hello," she said softly.
"Hey," was his deep reply. Mercedes smiled despite herself. One word and she was smiling. She shook off the feeling refusing to dwell on it. "What are you up to," Sam asked his words breaking into her thoughts. Mercedes sighed and picked up the magazine.
"I'm looking at this exclusive story Jason did with 'Celebrity' magazine shaking my damn head," she answered truthfully, "I should probably call him," she said trailing off before she could stop herself.
"Do you think that's a good idea," came Sam's reply quick and stern. Mercedes' eyebrows furrowed. "It wouldn't hurt," she said, "Clearly the air needs to be cleared... Why wouldn't it be a good idea,' she asked. There was a pause on the other end before Sam answered.
"Just saying... It may stir things up more," he finally answered.
"I think they've been stirred up enough with him telling the press he still loves me... I mean...he genuinely cared about me. I may have been harsh the way I broke things off... Why do you care," she bit out wondering why he was so concerned. He was still fake dating Quinn after-all. Although she heard the tone of jealousy in his voice and couldn't help but feel herself getting turned on by it. It was wrong but she liked the idea of ruffling his feathers a bit.
She heard Sam huff over the phone followed by what sounded like a humorless laugh, "Go back to him then... Why do you think I care," he bit out. "Whatever. Yeah sure go back to him. Would you mind if I went back to Emma? There's your answer," he finished using the "E" word that Mercedes had come to hate. She rolled her eyes refusing to back down.
"I don't want to go back to Jason. Yes I would mind if you went back to her. Okay, I don't see why you can't say it straight out that you'd mind if I talked to him though instead of some bullshit about 'stirring' things up," she threw back out at him.
She could hear Sam let out a sigh before answering.
"Alright, okay. You win! I was jealous. God Cedes, you really want your pound of flesh don't you," he gritted out. Mercedes smiled at his use of her nickname before shrugging.
"I just wanted to make sure," she teased.
"You like hearing me squirm," he flirted back, "So naughty Mizz Jones... What are you doing tonight," he whispered. Mercedes could feel herself already aching for his touch.
"I was working on some new music but...later I could probably swing by yours. I wanted to see you tonight. Did you...want to see me," she trailed off.
"I'm actually on my way over to Quinn's place. There was another bullshit magazine article about her today. I was going by to check on her, but afterwards I could be all yours," Sam explained.
Mercedes pursed her lips. She had seen the magazine article. The negative media stories were piling up against Quinn these days. The scandal around Joe's cheating ways, and then the revealing of Quinn's baby Beth that her people had tried to get under wraps were culminating into a shit storm. If she and Quinn were on speaking terms she might have said something but as it stood Mercedes was still keeping her distance.
"Oh, yeah, I saw the cover story. Joe's an asshole," she said before putting her guard back up, "Well if you're attending to Quinn I guess I won't be seeing you," she said.
"Cedes, I know you're not exactly talking to each other, I don't know why exactly but whatever it is its not worth throwing your friendship away for. I know it can't be something as stupid as a magazine cover. You already know she and I aren't really dating. She could really use her best friend right now... No, I want to see you tonight," Sam explained.
Mercedes sighed. No it wasn't over a magazine cover but Mercedes still had no idea why Quinn would choose to ask Sam to fake date her knowing how she felt about him. It didn't add up. She felt at the moment like she couldn't trust her so called best friend.
"You're right, its not just over a magazine cover. You think I don't need my best friend either? She knows why I stepped back. I'm not trying to throw it away...she knew- nevermind. I just need time...I want to see you too," Mercedes replied then went on, "I know you said some days ago they couldn't pay you to get within fifty feet of me," Mercedes finished trying to ignore the slight pain in her chest from the memory.
"Mercedes," Sam began with a sigh, "When I said those things... I was angry... and hurt...Of course I want to see you. Do you want to see me," he countered.
"Yes," she breathed out. "Every night we spend together...I think about it a lot."
"Me too. It's like on repeat in my brain," Sam replied with a smile. He bit his lip to keep himself from saying he loved her. "So I'll see you in a few hours," he said instead.
"Alright, see you then," Mercedes replied before hanging up. She looked off into the distance thinking about how deep she was getting in needing him almost every night... It was just sex she reasoned... just sex.
Quinn's house
Sam stood on Quinn's doorstep, shifting uncomfortably. He knew Quinn was devastated by the magazine article about Beth, not least out of fear of Shelby's reaction.I f he could just get his hands around Joe Hart's neck, he'd choke the life out of him. Teen Jesus, he scoffed silently, Teen Jackass more like..The whole situation with Mercedes was taking a toll on her too, he could tell and he didn't know how to fix it for her. He didn't have a clue about what had gone down between them, all he knew was it seemed to center around the magazine article and photo shoot they released together as a 'couple'. He couldn't quite understand Mercedes' angle on it because as far as he could see, she hated him sex or not…not that he could blame her, so why did it bother her so much?
Thinking about Mercedes made him think about the night that their anger had given way to passion. How they had finally come together in complete abandon after six long years apart. Now they were in this...situation. Not together but...physically, emotionally for him. He held her in his arms as she slept, and kissed her smooth, brown shoulder whispering 'I love you so much,' into the cool night air every night they slept knowing she wouldn't hear because she was fast asleep. He knew it was hopeless….too much had been said, too many wounds inflicted. But he had to try, because he didn't want to spend his life just going through the motions as he had during the past six years. He wanted to live dammit, and there was only one way to do that. He needed Mercedes back in his arms where she belonged.
As the door swung open he looked into his best friend's face and in an instant swept her up into a warm hug. "Shh," he whispered into her hair. "I've got you…I've always got you," He was so concerned with comforting his friend he missed the flash of the stalking paparazzi camera.
Quinn buried her face into his chest, the blonde sobbed, keeping the extra length of her sweatshirt sleeves covering her palms so that she was at least crying into them and not Sam's shirt. "Nobody wants me… they all think I'm a mess. Joe is the only guy that would give me the time of day and he's an asshole." Her words were slurred; she had been crying on her own, but something about talking aloud to another person about it just shattered her.
"Nobody thinks you're a mess, Quinn,' Sam reassured her hugging her close. "Joe is a creep who didn't deserve you. You're America's Sweetheart, of course there are loads of decent guys that would love to be with you," Sam concluded as he moved them into the house.
Quinn walked inside towards her couch sighing loudly, "Sam, let's drop the charade. I'm pretty sure Joe is leaking stuff about me to the press, and it's just going to bring you down," she said flopping down on the couch.
Sam shook his head sitting down as well, "I made a promise to you Quinn. I'm going to keep it. We can't just come out and say it was fake and it would look worse for me if I were to abandon you now. No, we keep the charade up," he replied. "I know Sam, and I appreciate it," Quinn countered wiping her tears, ."We don't have to say it was fake, I could just say that I wasn't ready for another relationship so soon after Joe. You wouldn't be abandoning me."
"Quinn, the press would have a ball with that. Coming out saying it's fake would make us both look bad. Quinn, we agreed to carry this through why are you worried now," Sam replied unsure why she wanted to drop it so quickly.
"They're already pulling all this crap with me, why not add to it," Quinn said with a bitter laugh, "It wouldn't make you look bad. Because I just know Joe is going to keep this up since I kicked him out, and it's only going to bring you down. That, and I don't even have my other best friend over it anymore," Quinn answered feeling her heart ache over the fact that she hadn't talked to Mercedes since all of this began. She missed her soul-sister dearly. "I thought I was helping," she mumbled before she could stop herself. Shit. She let it slip that she was trying to help him too, and now there was no way to take it back. She couldn't tell him she was trying to play matchmaker; this mess hadn't worked its magic yet. "I just— I thought you might need some… some better relationship publicity after Emma," she tried to cover up her slip, hoping Sam would leave it at that and not ask any more questions. Sam sighed and leaned back on the couch. "I tried talking to Mercedes. I told her you needed her. I don't know why she's being so stubborn," Sam answered.
"Oh." Quinn swallowed hard, finally getting her tears to calm and slowly wrapped her arms around his frame instead, in silent gratitude. "I didn't want to hurt her, and I don't blame her for being this way with me. I mean.. you two have a lot of history." Quinn had to bite her tongue to not let Mercy's confession of love slip from her mouth.
Frowning at the mention of him and Mercedes history Sam replied, "Yes we have a lot of history Quinn, but she doesn't want a relationship with me. Taking it out on you was unfair and I've told her that," he replied. He thought better to keep it to himself that he and Mercedes had begun a sexual relationship again.
"O-Okay… but if you want to end it, I'll understand," Quinn said with a nod, finally relaxing a little bit. The tears would come again; they did so like a tidal wave, but hopefully it would be after he left. "Artie… he doesn't - seem to like the idea of the fake dating either. He as kind of cold when I talked to him the other day," she confessed about her other friend. "And for some reason, that kills me more than almost anything," she blurted, quickly biting her lip at the admission.
Sam thought hard about what she told him regarding his best friend. He had always known deep down inside that Artie had carried a torch for Quinn back in high school and he thought that was a lot of the problem now. "Quinn, Artie…," he trailed off stopping not sure if he should admit that he thought Artie held feelings for her. "He's concerned about you. Just like I am. Try talking to him more," Sam answered simply. "Also when I absolutely need to end this fake dating I'll let you know," he concluded. "I'm hoping that Mercedes comes around for you Quinn."
Mercedes was a sore subject with Sam; Quinn knew this, but she had been told not to leak all of the information she knew in regards to how deeply the best friends felt about one another. Hinting, nor her plan— none of them seemed to work. "Just trust me when I say that you and Mercy… you're not done. She may put on a brave face, but she cares about you a lot more than she likes to show," Quinn said softly, giving his cheek a gentle, almost playful pat. Although she was still sad, having Sam there reminded her that she wasn't entirely alone. When the conversation transpired to that of Artie, her stomach dropped. "Maybe I'll try that with Artie, Sam. I care about him," she trailed off.
Sam nodded at his friend's words his mind drifting back to his current nights with Mercedes. Their bodies connected in unbridled passion that seemed to still be between them. Then again he had a sinking feeling that too much time had passed and she wasn't trying to give him another chance even though he'd try like hell to make her see. "I guess we'll see," was all he answered. "I guess we'll see."
The label's studio next day
Sam looked at the magazine cover of Super Star fuming. He was sitting in the studio waiting for Mercedes to show when his PR person Amanda had called him bringing his attention to the recent magazine. It had a few headlines. One about him and Quinn and his quote calling her his 'best friend' then the announcement of Chord Overstreet proposing to Amber Riley, but lastly the one that stood out to Sam that got his blood boiling was Emma 'birdbitch' Roberts' interview with the magazine.
"Emma Roberts on Sam Evans split, 'I wish Quinn luck, he called me Mercedes in bed!"
He threw the magazine down and leaned back. "Damn it," he mumbled. Who knew if Mercedes had seen the cover. Sure, Sam loved the Siren but he also wasn't about putting himself completely out there with her just yet. Especially when he still wasn't sure if he even had the semblance of a chance of winning her back for real. Because of that he wasn't trying to completely show his hand but this headline definitely exposed his desire for her even before their night of passion bare. He was taken from his thoughts as Mercedes entered the room already sporting a teasing smirk as she put her purse down. His eyes roamed over her body drinking her in already wanting to reach out and touch her.
"Afternoon," he said walking towards her crashing his lips on top of hers before pulling away and walking back over to the sound board hoping to ignore the elephant in the room that was the magazine cover.
"So," Mercedes began, "You called my name with Emma," she said. Sam kept his face ahead pretending to be really interested with the buttons on the board. "It's gossip Mercedes, nothing more. Spread by an immature girl who's pissed at being turned down flat by Chord Overstreet so she feels the need to make up stupid stories," he lied in a matter of fact tone. Mercedes' eyebrows furrowed as he spoke.
"I don't see why she would lie about something that makes her look bad with the guy she's with calling another person's name in bed... Really? So you're just going to deny it," the young diva responded fixing him with an incredulous look. She couldn't help but feel a pang in her chest thinking that maybe he was trying to save face for Emma of all people, "Why can't you admit that it was Emma? You do remember you already told me you've said my name with another person right," she pointed out thinking back to their first night of passion in over six years about a week ago.
"What," Sam said feeling exposed and trying to play it off, "I don't think I ever said that. Emma is just vindictive that's all," he shrugged off feeling Mercedes' eyes on him. Her anger was spiking as she grabbed her purse from the bench.
"So now you never said that? I'm pretty sure you said that when we were in bed together Sam, or was that just to get me to give it up," she accused, "Why are you trying to deny it now," she shook her head heading back towards the door as Sam stood up now alarmed. "You know what? Forget it. Something suddenly came up. I've got to go," she finished as she exited out of the studio as Sam stood dumbfounded unsure how the conversation had gone downhill so quick.
"Mercedes," he said after her, "Mercedes!," he went on as the door slammed loudly behind her. "Shit," he shouted before putting his head on the sound board already knowing he had screwed up.
Mercedes' mansion an hour later
Mercedes stormed in her mansion throwing her purse to the side as she flopped down on the sofa. She was pissed to put it lightly. How could he try to deny what Emma herself had admitted? Emma was already a sour subject for the young diva. Mainly because not only had Sam pranced her in front of her face that day in the execs' office but he had also said in front of her that Mercedes was 'nothing' to him. Mercedes had felt exposed and hurt at that moment and Emma Roberts had witnessed that. It made her wonder what else he had said when they were passionate that might have been a lie to sleep with her. It didn't matter though. He wasn't hers and she wasn't his, even if her body felt differently. She rolled her eyes. Looking down at her cell she pressed ignore for the third time as she saw Sam's name pop up on her screen. She didn't feel like talking.
When her phone rang again she was ready to finally answer and give him another piece of her mind. Picking it up she answered with sass.
"Hello," she bit out.
"Mercy...It's Jason," said the deep voice on the other end. Mercedes sighed as she sat up on the couch. "Jason...Hey...Look I know it was shitty to break up with you by e-mail," she began before he cut her off.
"No, no, I get it. I mean, I don't get it really because one minute you announce we're official then send an e-mail, that sounded a lot like how your assistant Wallie talks, saying you needed to find yourself," he explained.
"Honestly Jason...You deserve better. You deserve someone who can...return your feelings," she answered without admitting that she would never be able to love him because her heart was clearly stuck in the past.
"Why can't you," Jason countered, "I buy you twenty dozen roses a day, I always called you...I think I was pretty perfect.
"Look Jason...I just...it's not going to work right now," Mercedes replied lamely.
"Okay...fine...I won't push. But I know you're going to the James Bond movie premier tomorrow tonight and I'm going to be there too before I leave for Australia so," he trailed off.
Mercedes shook her head already seeing this not ending well, "I don't think it would be a good idea for us to," she started before he cut her off again.
"Mercy, can't you grant me this," Jason implored, "For old times sake. As friends. Besides- it'll look good for publicity that we're still on good terms. I think the press is painting you as emotionally stunted at the moment.
Mercedes rolled her eyes and snarked back, "That was because of that damn interview you did," she replied.
"I know. I'm sorry. Think of this as my way of making it up to you. What do you say? We go to the premier as...friends," Jason let hang.
Mercedes breathed out as her mind wandered back to Sam. If she didn't go with Jason then she'd be proving that she had maybe gotten too deep in with Sam already. Besides, he was probably going with Quinn, right?
"Fine...that's fine. I don't have a date anyway," she answered.
"Great! I'll pick you up. See you tomorrow night Mercy," Jason replied excitedly before hanging up.
Mercedes sat there for a moment looking at her phone. "Right... see you tomorrow night." Hopefully this wouldn't blow up in her face she thought.
Next day
Sam was fuming as he looked at the latest news blog. One of his band members had said it in passing about the article they had read on one of the gossip sites. Mason had mentioned Mercedes offhandedly and some talk about Jason Day. Sam acted like he didn't give a damn. His band members didn't know that they were sleeping together and he wasn't about to tell them right now, but he had been fuming for most of their jam session until he was finally able to get home. She hadn't answered her phone since yesterday since she stormed out of the studio. The blurb on the gossip site was still fresh in his mind;
Looks like Jason Day and Mercedes Jones are back on good terms. A rep for Jason Day has confirmed that the two former lovers have decided to go to the new James Bond movie premier together tonight. A Rep for Jason stated:
"Jason is just really happy to be able to hang out with Mercedes before he leaves for Australia. He feels they really share a bond and is hoping to make small steps on a road to recovery for their relationship but is willing to take it slow. At the moment the two are friends but Jason, of course, still holds a flame for the Siren"
Is there a reconciliation on the horizon? Keep it locked here for future details. We can't wait to see them on the Red Carpet tonight!
Sam paced back and forth in his bedroom waiting for Mercedes to finally pick up the phone.
"Mercedes," he said relieved that she had finally picked up, "What is this crap I've just read? You're going to the premiere with Jason," he asked getting right to the point.
"Jason called and said he wanted to go as friends. I felt a little bad about the interview he gave, and my PR person said it would make me look less emotionally stunted... It's not like I had a date. Pretty sure you'll be there with your 'girlfriend' Quinn," she trailed off.
"Really? So is this thing with Quinn why you're doing this," Sam asked.
"Why does it matter? I didn't have a date, so I didn't see the harm. Why are you asking? You can't even admit to stuff that happens a few nights ago," she replied sharply referring back to the Emma incident.
"I can't believe you're bringing up that stupid article in that gossip magazine about Emma again," he said, then without thinking he blurted in anger, "Maybe I should invite Emma out then."
He heard Mercedes take a deep breath before she began speaking again, "I told you why I was going with Jason. He and I aren't back together. You really want to throw Emma in my face after what you pulled at the exec office with her? You told me right in front of her that I meant nothing to you...I don't need this. Leave me alone," she finished before the line went dead. She had hung up.
Sam cursed to the ceiling before throwing his phone to the side and plopping down on the bed. Great, he thought sarcastically. Now not only did he have to pose for the cameras tonight at the premier with Quinn to keep up their charade, he now had to bear witness to Jason day most likely feeling up on Mercedes.
His week was quickly going to hell.
Mercedes looked at herself in the mirror. Her stylist had come over and hooked her up with a dazzling outfit for the premier. The red dress fit in all the right places while her loosely spiraled tresses fell past her shoulders. Her makeup was on point and she felt…down. She was going to the movie premier with Jason tonight, while Sam went with Quinn. It just didn't feel right to the diva and she didn't really know why she cared considering the circumstances. Sam and she were…friends with benefits, fuck buddies as Santana had so bluntly called it when she confided in her. Was it what Mercedes wanted? Of course not. Not really. She just wasn't sure where Sam stood with her. She still doubted if he ever loved her to begin with and she sure as hell didn't think he loved her now. How could he if he was still willing to keep up this charade with Quinn? Mercedes knew the relationship was fake but seeing him with someone else, and acknowledging it in public…still stung. Mercedes tried to push the thoughts out of her head as she went towards her door. Jason was waiting outside in the limo.
As she walked out she saw he was standing in front with red roses. Mercedes took the roses and smiled. Jason tried to go in for a kiss but she quickly turned her head. "Jason…I told you…just friends," she restated. "Right," he said quickly, "You just look so wonderful in that dress. You always look amazing Mercy," he remarked. "Well, thank you," she replied, "But this isn't a date," she concluded getting into the limo.
On the other side of town Sam barely spared Quinn a glance as she slid into the limo beside him. He was drumming his fingers angrily on the armrest, fury tensing every line of his body. Mercedes was attending the premiere with that douchebag Jason, and judging from that Hollywood blog, he was fishing for a reunion. Well the fucker was going to learn today; over Sam's cold, dead body. He tugged irritably at the collar of his shirt and grimaced. For some reason his stylist had banned his normal jeans and casual shirt and leather jacket attire and insisted he dress in a suit. Armani, the woman had claimed was always stylish and never dated, but quite frankly right at this moment Sam was out of fucks to give.
"That fucking Jason," he fumed gritting his teeth. "They were over! She broke it off and now this! She's done this on purpose…because of that what Emma revealed in that article in Superstar." She kept pushing and pushing wanting him to admit to calling her name out while he was with someone else. He didn't remember telling her that but apparently in the heat of passion he had and he was now desperately trying to save face. Bottom line was that Mercedes Jones wanted him for sex, nothing else and he was damned if he was going to show he was weak in front of her.
"You look nice, he muttered to Quinn as an afterthought then realized how he sounded. "Sorry," he smiled at Quinn trying to keep calm for her sake. 'This is just….difficult. But you do look lovely, he told her sincerely.
"Thanks," Quinn replied softly. "You look really handsome, even if you hate the clothes," she added, fidgeting with her fingers in her lap. Quinn didn't feel like being flashy today— hell, she didn't even want to be here. She wanted to spend another day locked up in her home, crying her eyes out and bundled up in blankets. Settling for a light colored dress that didn't make her pop and a long french braid cascading down her shoulders, Quinn leaned back into the seat with a sigh. It was time to end the charade, in her opinion. She was only bringing down Sam, and her plan to get him back together with Mercedes wasn't working at all; if anything, it just seemed to fuel the fire and leave Quinn without her very best friend in the whole world.
"And I understand about Jason,"she replied. They weren't in the same situation, but she understood why he was so angry. "I get it." Her eyes never left her lap until the limo was parked and at Sam's encouragement, she met his green ones. "Yeah, I remember… we can do it," she said a little half-heartedly, but managed a faint smile. Taking his hand, she followed him out of the limo and down the carpet, hazel eyes immediately blinded by all of the cameras.
Mercedes' limo had reached the event around the same time. As the diva exited the limo with Jason the cameras were in full effect. Jason wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Mercedes and posing romantically for the cameras. She would have told him to give her three feet but the last thing she needed was an argument in front of the cameras. As Jason placed a kiss on her cheek for the cameras Mercedes looked over to see Sam and Quinn not too far away on the carpet.
"Hey Sam! What do you have to say about those allegations from Emma Roberts? That you called out Mercedes Jones' name in bed not once or twice but ten times," an overzealous reporter asked, shoving a microphone in his face. "No comment," Sam growled as he saw Mercedes and Jason posing on the red carpet for their own pictures.
"Miss Fabray! Miss Fabray! Has he ever called you Mercedes," the same reporter fired at Quinn. Sam knew that Mercedes had heard, it was evident in the way her head turned slightly. Brown eyes met green in a silent battle of wills. Jason turned his head to smirk at Sam before wrapping his arms around Mercedes and every muscle in Sam's body tensed as he literally forgot where he was and took two steps towards them before a soft hand on his arm stopped him. Jason was feeling Mercedes up right in front of him just like he knew he would and for Mercedes part she just seemed to be standing there and letting him do it. Anger and jealousy was pulsating through his body to the point where he wasn't even sure if he was thinking straight.
Facing Quinn he whispered "I'm sorry, but I've got to do this," before sweeping her into his arms and kissing her quickly but thoroughly. The kiss lasted all of ten seconds before he pulled away looked over at Mercedes to gauge her reaction, but as he looked at her he knew the hit had registered and he wondered why it didn't give him any pleasure but left him with a dull, throbbing ache in his chest.
Mercedes felt like she had been smacked straight in the heart.
Sam had placed a swift kiss on Quinn. For a moment she wondered if the talk about the 'fabrevans' relationship being fake was actually true. Here she had broken things off with Jason because her body couldn't forget the feeling of Sam's touch, and she seemed to be the fool in the situation. Sam's green eyes locked with her own after his lips left Quinn. Mercedes felt sick at the thought that those same lips had been on top of her own for the past few days and various other parts of her body. She closed her eyes to her anger…her hurt. It was like walking in on Sam years ago in a compromising position with Sugar Motta, only this time the betrayal was sealed with a kiss.
"How could I be so stupid," she whispered to herself. This was really it. This was the last straw. She didn't need this stress in her life- even if they were only friends with benefits. This constant hurt. She was through with Sam Evans no matter what he had to say.
Sam wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He loved her so much dammit, but he was always messing up. He'd let jealousy blind him and he'd hurt her. He could see that clearly. She might not love him but it still had stung. He watched as Mercedes whispered to Jason quickly before she turned and walked swiftly into the building.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to Quinn. "I'm so sorry…I let jealousy take over. I shoulda just hit him," he concluded as they walked into the building where he looked around franitclally to see where Mercedes had gone. He saw her walking towards the bathroom by herself. "Quinn, keep that idiot Jason busy please," he begged her, pleading evident in his green eyes. "I'm going after Mercedes,"
Turning he caught Jason's eyes and sent a killer glare his way. If Sam had his way then the man would've been six feet under . He dismissed the thought of that oaf as he headed towards the restroom doors. Taking a deep breath he readied himself for the exchange that was about to happen. They couldn't carry on in this push and pull dynamic…they were hurting each other. His heart felt like it would shatter every minute of every damned day and he was so sick and tired of wondering how the hell he was still standing let alone breathing. "Mercedes," he said loudly as he pushed open the door. This was not a confrontation Samuel Evans was going to run from.
