AN: Yes, this chapter has been edited and put up...twice. It was brought to my attention just how many mistakes I made and I needed to fix them. XD Curse you Microsoft Word!! Haha, anyway, for those of you who haven't read it: Enjoy!
Mercedes' face flushed furiously as she noticed the entire class was now staring at her. He...he caught me. Her milk-chocolate eyes looked into his, afraid he would suddenly gag at the thought of helping a "nobody" and just drop her on the floor. But...he didn't. Puck held a worried expression in his eyes, he kept repeating, "Mercedes? Are you all right? Mercedes?" A smile spread across her face, and this time it wasn't forced. "Yeah, I'm alright." He steadied her to her feet, "Thanks." Mr. Schuester just sighed and impatiently tapped his foot, growing antsy with each tick of the clock. "Come on guys, no time to stumble and make mistakes. We have work to do. Take it from the top, 5-6-7-8!"
After what felt like perpetuity, the bell began to ring and Mercedes' burst out the door. She couldn't contain herself; it was as if a lightning bolt of jubilation had been shot through her spine. He didn't drop me! He might actually care about me! Though it wasn't allowed in the hallways, Mercedes' felt like screaming, screaming and jumping for joy. Just before she turned the corner, Rachel stood speechless with a puzzled look on her face. "Tina, why is Mercedes' so happy all of a sudden? Just this morning she was down because she had forgotten her biology homework." Tina stood there, wondering exactly how much information to give away without letting Rachel understand everything. Rachel always overreacts and causes a scene when she finds out something shocking. Maybe if I tell her just a little... "Umm, I don't-t-t know anything. Bye Rachel!" As if she speed of a stallion had been injected into her legs, Tina dashed down the hall after Mercedes. Still stunned over the awkwardness of the situation, Rachel just walked away and muttered, "What has gotten into this school?"
Dear Diary,
He caught me! I mean, I didn't purposely trip myself so I could test him. How could you ever suspect me of that Diary? ;) Haha, but back to the story! So at Glee practice today, Mr. Schuester was babbling on about these dance moves, when I realized he was behind me. That's right, I almost froze in place and felt the hair on my neck stand on end. Do I ever have hair on the back of my neck? I dunno, but if I did, it would stand on end! So then I started dancing, and tripped over my feet. It wouldn't have been a big deal, except that I screamed and almost flopped on the floor. But, here's the best part, he caught me! It was almost like a fairy tale, when the princess is swooped of her feet by the dashing prince. If I were a princess, prince Puck would sweep me off my feet and say, "Princess Mercedes, I have always loved you, you are my everyth-
Tina poked her head around the corner, trying to figure out where Mercedes had disappeared to. It took a few minutes, but she found Mercedes sitting in a stairwell writing in a beaten up notebook of sorts. "T-t-there you are! Why did you run off like t-t-that?" Mercedes' nearly fell of the stairs at the sound of her name, she shot up her hand and the pen went flying down the hall. "Sorry, I just...needed to get some writing done." Crossing her arms, Tina scoffed, "Was t-t-this about 'you know who'?" Hugging the notebook close to her chest, Mercedes suddenly became very protective of her writings. "Its none of your business. And no, it wasn't about you know who." A late bell began to sound off, Mercedes gathered her belongings and tried to escape the borage of questions from Tina, dropping the notebook on the ground. "Mercedes! You dropped this!" When she picked it up, Tina noticed the binding was flimsy, pages were ready to fall out, hanging by a delicate thread. "Thanks, I'll catch you later." Thank God Tina picked this up...if this fell into the wrong hands, who knows what would happen. Unbeknownst to her, a single page slipped out of the diary as she sped down the hall, landing at the feet of a familiar friend. Picking up the entry, the friend just smiled and murmured, "Interesting..."