Sam...kissing Mercedes. Kissing doesn't even describe what they were doing, they were making out. I was pratically praying to the Heavens and God to tell me it was all just some stupid nightmare. But . . .it wasn't.

I guess it's hard to take a role in someone's life when you're not even part of the script.

This words passed trough my mind as I, shockingly , maked my way trough the school's campus.

How could he, after telling me he loved me? Maybe we weren't exactly a couple but...we weren't exactly friends, either. He kissed me, then apologized, then told me he loved me, and now. . .now he did that. . .in public. . .were everyone could see him. . .including me.

I was now practically running, fast. I was mad. Hell, no, I wasn't mad. . .I was furious!

Nobody on their right mind cheats on Quinn Fabray, no!

I passed Sam and Mercedes. How stupid could I honestly be to trust Sam when he clearly still had feelings for Mercedes?

I guess he noticed I was pissed because he detached himself from Mercedes and grabbed me by my arm, hard.

"Let me go, Sam!" I yelled trying to pull away, I didn't succeed he was far more strong than me. I was fighting the tears in my eyes.

"Let her go, Sam. You're hurting her!" Mercedes yelled with wide eyes.

"I can't belive you did that, Sam. I. . .I can't belive I trusted you! Or that I thought you sounded sincere, you're a fucking asshole!" I yelled the tears were making their way trought my cheeks, I manage to maked them stop. Pretty sure I was getting the whole school's attention now.

"Would you please keep it down, Quinn?" Sam said looking around still grabbing my arm.

"What is she talking about?" Mercedes asked, clearly confused.

"Uh, nothing. She is just. . .acting." Sam said nerviously, looking at Mercedes then shifting his gaze at me and giving me the 'shut-up' look.

"Acting? For what?" Mercedes asked nerviously, "Sam, there's something you're not telling me, what's going on?"

"Sam, let me go! Or I swear I will bite you until you bleed!" I yelled looking down at his hand grabbing my arm, he was squizing hard, if he did it any harder I was going to get a bruise.

Sam looked at me, he had his guilty look. He let go of my arm and I ran.

"Quinn!" I heard him and Mercedes yelling but I didn't listen, I didn't care. I continue running until I was safe inside school, not very safe,though.

I ran into something, or rather someone.

Sam.

"What the heck?" I asked confused, "How did you got here?"

"You do know the school has two entrances, right? I mean, you do go to this school since evn before I do."

"Oh." I said taking a step back.

"Can we just talk? About that, over there?" Sam said sighting.

"I don't think there is anything to talk about." I said, looking at him in the eyes.

His eyes looked sad, I almost regretted looking at them.

"Please, Quinn!" He said holding my hands.

"You never listened to me or gave me a chance, why should I?"

"Because I...love you."

I let out a laugh, "Yeah, right. Because you love me soo very much." I said sarcastically, narrowing my eyes at him, "Now, would you excuse me and let me get to class? I'm going to be late."

Sam pulled me by my shirt, grabbing my shirt collar, into the closes room, wich was the janitor's closet.

"Sam, don't touch me! Let me go to class!" I yelled.

He closed the door and locked it, standing with his back against the door; he looked at me.

"Look, Quinn. . .I know this is hard. . .belive me, remember last year? YOU cheated on me, I was on your position. I know how much it hurts, and I'm sorry if I make you feel pain; but it isn't what it looked like, besides is not like we're dating or anything."

"It isn't like it looked like? Are you freaking kidding me? You were exchanging saliva with Mercedes, kissing her like there was no tomorrow, in front of everyone. It was disgusting, what did you think? That I wasn't going to see you guys? I go to your same school for crying out loud! WHAT do you mean 'is not like we're dating'?"

Sam took a deep breth and looked down, then looked up, "Look, we had fun at the party, I will give you that. But, we probably had too much to drink. . . it didn't mean anything, you know that."

"Sam, we were both sober, you don't mean that. You told me you loved me. . . don't tell me that didn't mean anything, either." I whisper softly.

Sam sighted and looked down, "I lied, I didn't know what I was saying, I love Mercedes, I'm sorry."

My mouth ran dry, I didn't feel sad anymore, I felt mad, "What about a few minutes ago? You said you loved me! That didn't mean much eather, did it? You know what Sam? I wish you the best in life with Mercedes, you deserve someone great, not someone like me. Fine, I get it. I screwed up and you hate me, but you know what? I would never lie to you about something like that! Just. . . fuck you!" I yelled pushing him out of the way, he groaned.

"No, wait! Quinn!" Sam called out but I ignored him.

I hate him. . . how could he do that to me?

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

But. . . he is so cute, and he makes me feel things no one else has maked me feel before, I feel safe around him and when he smiles is like. . . it glows.
Quinn, snap out of it, you hate him, remember?

But. . . who am I kidding? How can anyone hate Sam Evans?

I have to, I HAVE to hate him. How can I not, after what he did to me?

Things have to change in order for me to be happy, but. . . how can I be happy after the only guy that I ever loved,besides Finn; he is my first love, won't love me back and pratically dumped me since before we started dating?

I ran into the ladys room and locked the door hoping no one was in one of the stalls.

I was crying, and the worst thing is that it wasn't because of Sam, it was because of myself. I looked in the mirror, there I was but. . . is like I wasn't even there.

What I felt that moment was dissapointment, dissapointed at myself, how can anyone love me? How- how was I so stupid that I belived Sam when he said he loved me? Ofcourse he didn't love me, who could? I'm an ugly, fat, cheater. I don't think I have a good quality in me.

I looked at myself in the mirror, all those years trying to be someone I wasn't, trying to be perfect...nonsense. I could not be perfect. . . EVER.

Perfect. . .

Is more of a state of mind, is it? That's what the people around me say.

They say, "Perfect is a state of mind. You're the one that defines perfection." Bullshit. You can't be perfect there's no such thing as perfection, is there?

I washed my face and got out of my back my eyeliner and mascara. I practiced smiling in the mirror. I looked convincing. I took a deep breath.

"Put yourself together. You're Quinn Fabray. A leader not a follower." I said. I plastered a smile on my face fixed my short blonde hair and walked outside.

This was going to be a long day. . .

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