Mercedes POV (Friday)
I knew whenever I woke up that it wasn't going to be a good day. My hair hadn't been wrapped up or in a bun, so that meant my hair was going to be in tangles. The way I ending up sleeping left my neck with a wicked crook in it, and my bra was digging into my sides. I really needed to do something about my bra issues. To top it off when I checked the clock on my bedside table 7:50 a.m. was staring right into my eyes. Shit! I was going to be late, and there wasn't anything I could do about it and oh God, what about Santana? She must've stopped by the house and rang my phone off the hook before speeding off, pissed as hell.
It went without saying that I was screwed coming and going, but I couldn't just forget I had a best friend. I picked up my cell phone and saw that I had ten missed calls. Cursing myself, I dialed Santana's number.
"Finally woke up I see?"
I exhaled in relief. At least the first sentence wasn't full of profanities. "Sorry. I should've been up when you came over, and I'm sorry that you called me ten times and I'm sorry that I'm always late and-"
"Okay okay shut up I get it, you're sorry." Santana said. "It's fine wheezy, shit happens. I don't care. You're getting me and Kurt mixed up; I'm the laid back and understanding one, remember?"
I chuckled. "Yeah, whatever."
"So are you coming to school?"
"I don't know." I realized.
"Well, you know I won't blame you if you don't show up. But I'd be much happier if my main chick was here." She said.
"I don't know," I repeated. "But If I don't go I'll have make-up work." I could hear the sounds of people in the background fading away. They were probably filing out of the halls and into their first hours.
"Oh no, not make-up work!" She exclaimed her voice high and shrill.
"Shut up." I said loudly.
"So are you coming or what?" She paused. "You know, if you don't come you'll miss your beau."
"He's not my beau Santana." Well… I thought.
"Not yet." I added.
"He's never gonna be your beau if you don't show up to school. I think the perfect way to eliminate the possibility of that happening is to get your booty in class." She said.
"Okay, I'm coming to school now."
"Thank you. Now I gotta go-"
"Wait!" I said. "What should I wear?"
"I dunno something sexy." She replied.
"That doesn't help, Santana."
"And? I gotta go to class before I get a detention, and I'm not about to be sitting up in detention cause of you." She said.
"Oh wow, thanks for being a bitch."
"Love you too, bye!" She hung up before I got the chance to cuss her out any more.
I sighed, blowing bangs out of my face and dreading having to comb through my hair later. I knew by the time I got through with everything it'd be way past first hour, so I didn't even bother rushing. I yawned as I stood up, stretching out my arms and glancing down the hallway. I didn't know if mom was already gone or hadn't come home yet. My ears didn't pick up on the sounds of my mother's presence, so for the most part I was alone. But then again when was the last time I wasn't?
After I brushed my hair through and wiped away the tears of pain that came with it, I finally decided that I just didn't care about my appearance today. I slipped on a leopard tee shirt and jeans I had from years ago. Before I even checked to see what time it was I dialed my mother's number.
"Hello?"
"Mom?" I asked, starting down the hallway to the stairs.
"Mercedes, why are you calling me? You know that I can't talk right now I'm at work. Being a senator isn't easy-"
"Mom, look." I said. "I know your job's a lot a work. I know I shouldn't have called, but I need your help. Please." I walked down the stairs of my immense household and surveyed the empty space. Not too long ago it was filled with life, with family. Now everyone was older and gone and didn't have time for the ones they left behind in their wake.
"Honey what's wrong?" She asked worriedly.
I walked to the front door and stopped, bending down to rummage through a pile of shoes I kept laying around. I picked out one strappy sandal and was looking for the other when I replied.
"I woke up really late and I need you to call the school and get me an excused tardy slip." I crossed my fingers as I slipped on the shoes I picked out, not bothering to even make sure they matched with the outfit I wore. I didn't care.
"Mom?" I said after a while of waiting.
"Okay baby, I'll do it." She said, so easily. "Just please wake up a bit earlier next time."
"I will, thank you mom!" I exclaimed, bouncing a bit on the balls of my feet and opening the front door.
"You're welcome Mercy. Now go to school already, because the moment I get off the phone with you I'm calling the secretary and you need to be on your way." She told me.
"Alright I hear you. I'm leaving."
"Bye Mercedes, I love you." She said.
"Love you too." I got off the phone and walked around the house to the garage. I pressed the code into our password box and the garage door opened, revealing cars people only dreamed of. It wasn't that special, to me though. They were only cars, just more things. I walked over to my sixteenth birthday present, a 2010 silver Range Rover. I loved my car, and I was very grateful to my parents for the gift. But there's a reason why I didn't drive my car to school.
When you had a nice car, people stare and talk about you. They assume you're rich and then they want to be your bestie so they can have you drive them around in your nice car. Then after that they come to your house and freeload and take until the only thing you have left to give them is a kick to the curb. My brother lost most of his girlfriends that way, and I didn't want to make the same mistake. Today however, I wouldn't have a choice. I needed to drive myself to school or I wasn't getting there.
I pulled out of the garage in my luxury car, feeling self-conscious and fearing that people would start gossiping about me once they realized it was my car. When I got to a stoplight, I stared at my reflection in the review mirror. There were a few strands loose from my bun around my face, I had no makeup on and my lips were chapped. I moved in closer as I bit my lip and studied my face, the sunlight behind me. This was the Mercedes I was used to. Not short dress wearing, cleavage showing red lipstick Mercedes. That Mercedes was brave and confident and beautiful. She was capable of anything, and she scared me.
A car horn angrily beeping had me practically flooring the gas pedal, and my vehicle almost flew forward. I got in control of what I was doing and cursed myself. Pay attention Mercedes.
When fourth period finally rolled around, I was terrified. Should I approach Sam or what? Why the hell did I keep asking myself that question when I had a friend to attend to? What kind of friend was I? Even reprimanding myself didn't help; I couldn't stop wondering if I should make the first move. But if I ignored him and he recognized my voice what would happen then? He'd think I was snobby bitch, that's what. But if I talked to him I'd have to bring up Kurt.
Kurt. Oh God, I forgot all about him and now I was gonna have to speak about him like we were on good terms and oh no, what if he said something about me to Sam after I hung up on him and- There he was.
He walked into the classroom then, his dirty blonde hair completely shifted to the right like he just shook his swishy hair. He was wearing a plain white Hollister tee shirt and dark wash jeans, a sand colored belt keeping the pants eternally low on his hips. I saw his blue and white checkered Vans even from where I sat. A knot molded itself into the pit of my stomach and I wanted to fall into a black hole. He looked the part of a sweet, completely sexy guy. I could see him breaking a thousand girl's hearts, looking like that.
A jock that I've seen hanging around Shane walked up to Sam and they started talking right there in front of the classroom. If he was going to notice me at this moment I knew there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I heard girls all around me talking about how cute Sam was and I felt the green monster swell up in me. Okay, sure I was having some problems putting up and shutting my insecurities down but that didn't mean that I was afraid of what Sam and I could have together.
I leaned down to my backpack to retrieve my binder for the class and a pencil, when I felt a stare burning into my lowered head. With a sense of delighted mortification I felt that it was Sam staring straight at me like that. I stalled and stalled, but eventually I had to raise my head up to see his eyes boring into me. Whats-his-face was still talking excitedly about something to him, and Sam kept nodding and talking, but his eyes were on me.
Now I have to mention that he wasn't staring into my eyes or anything, he was mostly darting his eyes around my face as if trying to make a connection to something. I knew what. Yes, it was me from the Pop Shoppe on the corner of Main Street two years ago. Don't worry, you're not crazy it's me. I've been here all along. He recognized me, he remembered. But what was he going to do next? I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I looked away after he continued to stare at me and bit my lip. When I turned my head back he was still staring at me, and I was about to distract myself with something else but then he waved at me. I waved back and looked down, trying to hide my goofy smile.
I didn't know where this polite stare off was going, but I couldn't wait to find out.
I'm such a tease, haha. Don't fret though- I'm already working on chapter 9 and I promise we'll finally get some interaction from Samcedes. What do you think will happen? How will it go? Do you feel that conflict is bubbling beneath the surface? I love to hear from you guys, so review please!