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"No."

Mercedes rolled her eyes as she sat crossed legged on the foot of his bed. She had spent the better part of the afternoon at her brother's house, in which he shared with four other roommates, trying to convince him to let her come to his Weekend Halloween Event. Mercedes was a sophomore and her brother was a senior in college. Every year since her brother has been here, he was known for throwing the best off-campus parties. Unfortunately, every since Mercedes arrived, he had banned her from ever attending.

"Quint, this is so unfair."

"It's not." He said as he sent his paper in, turning around in his chair to look at her, "I'm not changing my mind."

Mercedes rolled her eyes as she got up from his bed and walked out, ignoring the calls for her to come back. As she walked down the stairs, she spotted a certain brunette male on the couch, prompting her to head in his direction. The man on the couch was Quinton's best friend since middle school, Sam Evans. The two men have been through it all together, good and bad, but the friendship always outweighed it all.

Sam looked up from his laptop when he heard footsteps, seeing who it was, he gave her a smile, "Hey Cedes."

"Hi Sam." Mercedes greeted as she plopped down beside him on the couch, looking at his screen, "What are you doing?"

"Homework."

"How studious of you."

Sam laughed as he highlighted the sentence before looking at her, "With what's going on this weekend, I don't want to have to worry about any work." Watching her let out a grunt, knowing, "He won't let you come still?"

"No. He's been a pest. Do you think you can convince him to let me?" She pouted as she moved closer to him, sighing, "Pretty please."

Sam stared at the girl on the side of him and chuckled. He really didn't see the problem with her coming, knowing that nobody would let anything happen to her but he understood that Quinton was just trying to protect her, "No promises but I'll see what I can do."

Mercedes smiled as she leaned forward and hugged him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Thank you, Pumpkin."

Sam just shook his head and hugged her back before she let go and got off the couch, "You leaving already? Don't you want to help me?"

"Sam, I don't even want to do my own work." She giggled as she stuck her hands in her hoodie pocket, smiling when he laughed, "I'll see you later."

"Drive safe."

"I will."


You're good to go.

Oh my God, Sam I love you. Thank you so much. I'll see you tonight!

"I wonder what Sam did to convince that stubborn ass brother of yours."

"I don't know and don't care, just thankful that the hottie did." Janelle commented as she fixed her halo on her head.

Mercedes chuckled at her friends as she sat in front of the mirror, closing the lipstick tube as she stood up and went to the bathroom to get dress.

A little while later, Kandy was putting on her fishnets when he friend came out the bathroom, eyes going wide, "Your brother is going to kill you."

Janelle took the sucker from her mouth in shock, watching the smile spread across her lips, "Indeed."


Sam maneuvered through the crowd as he made his way to the front, stopping short when he saw the girl and her friends, his mouth dropping in shock before a laugh escaped his mouth as he approached her, "You just love pissing him off, don't you?"

Mercedes looked at him and smirked, hearing a low whistle from the far distance that was directed towards her, "Why would you say that? All I am is a cat, Mr. Fireman."

Janelle scoffed as she gave her friend a side eye, "A cat in a black bodysuit that's clinging on to every curve on your body, the devil red lipstick, along with those very, very inappropriate thigh high boots."

Mercedes rolled her eyes at them both as she started to make her way to find something to drink. Before she could reach the table, she felt her body being yanked into the kitchen area, getting ready to fight back, she grunted when she saw that it was her brother.

"What. In. The. HELL." Quinton yelled out as he glared at her in horror, prompting everyone in the kitchen to clear out, "You need to go upstairs."

"Quinton, I'm not a little girl anymore."

"Mercedes."

"No, leave me alone and let me be."

Sam was leaning against the threshold, watching the siblings interaction in straight amusement. It was so hilarious to him. They always were.

"Just get out of my sight."

Mercedes giggled as she grabbed a Jell-O shot from the counter, patting his shoulder before walking out the kitchen.

Quinton pinched the bridge of his nose as he cursed with a frown on his face, letting out a loud frustrated groan as he looked up at the ceiling, "So help me God, Sam. That girl is going to send me to an early grave or prison."

Sam snorted at him as he patted his back, "Chill out. I got it."


Mercedes winced as she took another shot, maneuvering through the crowd. She was having such a good time, she didn't know why her brother was being such a baby. She felt not only his eyes on her majority of the night, but Sam's as well, both trying to make sure she was okay. As she was making her way to the front, she jumped slightly, a giggle escaping her mouth when a boy dressed as the Joker popped out of nowhere.

"Can I be your puddin?"

"Sorry, I'm no Harley."

"But you're even more gorgeous." He grabbed Mercedes' hand and pressed a kiss to it, only to be pulled away by Sam, who glared harshly at him, prompting him to gulp and walk away.

"Sam." Mercedes glared at him, "Don't cockblock me."

"Byron is a man whore. I'm doing you a favor."

Mercedes pursed her lips as she poked his shoulder, "You don't have to keep an eye on me, I'm fine. I have my pepper spray on my wrist and I'm not taking no drinks from anyone but my friends. Relax. Go get another beer or something."

Sam watched as she gave him a smile before turning around and walking away.


About an hour later, Sam had made his way back through the crowd, spotting the person he was looking for. He smiled as he shook his head, walking over to the stairways, nodding his head for their other roommate, Mike, to leave. He had promised to keep a lookout for Mercedes too, taking and sitting with the girl on the stairs when she got a little took drunk, "See you're having a great time."

"I had too much to drink, Sam." She whined as she looked up at the man, whispering, "And I ate a weed brownie, don't tell Quint."

"Your secret is safe with me." He whispered back as he sat his beer bottle down on the table and held out his hand, "Come on."

Mercedes took his hand, wobbling a bit as she stood, prompting him to wrap his arm around her waist as he helped her up the stairs.

Sam had opened the door to his room, turning the light on, he guided her to his bed, where she instantly sat down. He bent down and took her boots off, watching as she fell back onto his bed.

Mercedes scooted to the top and got underneath the covers, taking her cat ears off and throwing them on the floor, smiling over at him before closing her eyes, "Thanks Sam, you're my hero."

Sam snorted as he watched as she fell asleep quickly. He went over to lock his door before going to grab him some clothes, heading into his bathroom to take a shower.


Mercedes groaned as her head pounded harshly, opening up her eyes, she tried adjusting them but the sun was beaming brightly. She looked down and saw that she was not in her room and found herself dressed in a shirt that wasn't hers either. Feeling someone behind her, she raised her brows and her face scrunched up confusion. One she turned, her eyes immediately went wide once she was met with a familiar pair of green ones, "Oh..."

"Shit." Sam stared back at her in disbelief, gulping loudly as heard the pounding on the door, prompting him to jump from his bed.

"Sam, why the hell is your door lock?"

"Oh God." Mercedes whispered when she heard her brother's voice, looking around before getting out the bed and going into the closet.

Sam groaned internally when he not only saw their clothes on the floor, but also condom wrappers. Fucking hell. He picked them up quickly and threw them in the trash bin, kicking the clothes in the corner by his dresser as he went to the door and unlocked it.

"Why you look like that?" He asked as he looked at his twisted up face skeptically as he came in, going over to his drawer and opening it.

"My head is killing me and you're beating on my door like a madman." Sam replied as he moved in front of his closet, leaning against it to close Mercedes in, "Where are you off to this early anyways and why are you in my drawer?"

"Practice, meeting Mercedes for breakfast and I need to borrow a black shirt." Quinton stopped when he noticed something, eyes going to Sam as he grabbed the shirt, raising a brow with a smirk, "You had company?"

Sam eyes went to where his did briefly, finding Mercedes' shoes, jacket and purse, the lie rolling smoothly off his tongue, "Somebody left that in the hallway bathroom and I just brought it out."

"Oh, maybe they'll come back for it." He shrugged off before putting his shirt on then looking at his friend thoroughly, "But I'm pretty sure those aren't break outs on your neck."

Sam turned around to the mirror on the closet door, seeing the hickie markings all down the column of his neck, mumbling, "Dammit."

Mercedes closed her eyes right as she covered her face, whispering, "Dammit." She waited until she heard the front door close before coming out the closet, clearing her throat as she walked over to get her things.

Sam watched as she stood straight up, not knowing what the hell to say to her in this moment.

Mercedes looked at Sam and opened her mouth before closing it, moving passed him and heading out of his room and going to her brother's real quick to grab something from his drawer before she tired to figure out how she was going to exit out the house without the other roommates seeing her.

Did he really just sleep with his best friend's sister? He ran his hands over his face, falling back on his bed, "Shit, shit, shit."


A/N. Stay SAFE! Happy Halloween ;)