an: wow. I woke up this morning to 22 email notifications about story alerts and favorites and reviews. you guys are so lovely :) I don't think I've ever gotten such a good response so quickly. but maybe it's because I'm writing these chapters so fast. anyway, I'm very glad you guys like it, and, it'd be very nice if you left a review as well as add to story alert or whatever, because the feedback really helps and encourages me to keep writing!
Bonus: the whole fly-in-the-tuna thing...that happened to me. but I still eat tuna sandwiches :)
The past couple weeks had gone fairly well. He'd gotten one more slushie in the face once the other football players heard he joined glee (they called him a Finn clone), but other than that and a mid-week trip to the dumpster it seemed the school had decided he'd learned his lesson. Things were looking up again for Sam Evans. He was still the quarterback of the football team, his grades were slowly improving, and he was dating the head cheerleader.
They'd been going out about a week. It was hard to explain, but it had just happened. Quinn had been assigned to tutor him in Spanish, a subject which was extremely difficult for him but unfortunately required. But she seemed happy to help. They studied at his house two nights a week, and she adored his sister Marissa. She'd been flirting with him for a week before he finally asked her out by her locker one morning, and from there the pieces sort of fell together. It felt natural, him being the quarterback and her the head cheerleader. It was the way of the world, and he liked her, and she liked him.
So they did all the usual high school couple things - they held hands in the halls, he carried her books for her, walked her to class and kissed her on the cheek. They had to double up their study sessions, as not a lot of actual studying was getting done. She was very clear with him, though, that she would not be having sex with him, and he said he understood. Once you've been a teen pregnancy statistic, being intimate with someone again can't be easy.
And Quinn, despite all appearances, had more confidence issues than ever. She was constantly paranoid of losing her position on the Cheerios. She had vigorous workout routines (in addition to what Coach Sylvester put them through) because she was worried she still carried a little baby weight. And she shuddered and pushed Sam's hands away whenever he touched her barely-there stretch marks.
"Quinn," he said softly, lying next to her on his twin-size bed, hand hovering over her hip, "you're so beautiful, you shouldn't be embarrassed." He kissed her and she let a few tears escape.
"Why are you so perfect?" she asked. His eyebrows brows drew together and his vision clouded as he thought about how imperfect he actually was. If only she knew. Would she be here right now? "I'm not," he said, simply, his voice lower than before.
She recognized the look on his face, and sat up. "Do you want to talk about something?" He sat up on his knees facing her and shook his head. "No," he said, laying his hand on her neck. "I just wanna kiss you some more." He smiled, and he did kiss her, and he pulled her down on top of him, and she smiled against his lips.
okay, so, it was a short one, sorry. there will be more coming up. if anyone has any suggestions, I'd be glad to hear them :)