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Chapter 5

"Santana, you would think that after being the unkindest person to him, he'd get the message to stay away but no, not in his damn mind! He went to the café almost every day in the past two weeks, every time I wanted to go to the library he was there and now he is working with me and I had to train him today. What have I done to deserve this torture?" A visible upset Mercedes questioned, while her friend Santana was rummaging through the TV cable guide in hopes to find something to watch.

"I don't know what you did, but I have to tell you… I think Sam Evans is kinda hot." Santana replied, while adjusting herself on the couch. She found an episode of the 'Real Housewives' and she was going to spend the last minutes of her day enjoying it.

"Santana, you think he is hot? He's not! He is so affected. Also, you're a lesbian, you shouldn't be telling me stuff like that."

"Being a lesbian doesn't make me blind. I have to admit there's something about that blonde that makes my lady loins tingle." Santana confessed.

"Oh my god, Santana! I'm traumatized." Mercedes said as she covered her ears with her hands.

"Whatever, Mercedes! I can see he's already invading your thoughts." Santana teased.

"Did I tell you that he was quoting Shakespeare like some Shakespearean connoisseur? It's like a hobby of his! I hate hypocrites like that."

Santana carefully looked at her friend. She knew that Mercedes was sincerely irritated by Sam's almost permanent presence in her life, but she knew that deep inside Mercedes was fighting something she was just not ready to declare. "So, you wouldn't take him up to the library stacks?"

Mercedes looked at her very sexually active friend in horror. "No. Never! Not him nor anyone because going at it in the dusty stacks of the library is just disgusting."

"Then, you wouldn't mind if I go straight for a little while until I take him there, right?" Santana said looking for some sort of reaction from her.

"Nope, I wouldn't mind at all." Mercedes answered without interest.

"Really?" Santana asked questioningly.

"Santana, you say stuff like that about every hot person you see." Mercedes replied casually.

"So, you're admitting he's hot?" Santana remarked.

"I'm done having this conversation. I'm going to bed. I need to go to the library first thing in the morning this Literature class is kicking me in the butt."

"You should ask Sam for help."

"Yeah… Sure! In your dreams. See you sometime tomorrow."

"Sweet Dreams, future Mrs. Evans!"

"Go fuck yourself!"

"Nah, I have Brittany for that."

"TMI, TMI, TMI!"

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"Good morning, my sweet Mercedes!" Sam said as he approached her table.

"You can't simply wait to make my day a living hell, right?"

"I just stopped by to say hello, darlin'. Nothing more, nothing less." Sam replied. "See you at work."

"So, you decided to stay?"

"Why wouldn't I? Like I told you yesterday… I need the job."

"Okay, okay… Whatever! Just promise me that you won't be a pain in the ass today."

Sam wickedly smiled at her. "Can't make any promises."

Mercedes rolled her eyes and went back to her literature reading, which was driving her crazy.

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"Are you trying to deliberately get both of us fired?" A very upset Mercedes asked Sam.

"No." Sam honestly answered.

"Then, follow the instructions."

"I am."

"Sam, you can't differentiate the lettuce from the cabbage. How in the world you are going to prepare a sandwich for a customer?"

Sam just shrugged.

"You're useless."

"That's not the way to talk to your trainee."

"Whatever."

"Excuse me!" A customer interrupted them.

"What?" They spat in unison.

"I would like to order a turkey sandwich."

"By all means… Sam, would you like to take care of her?"

"Sure." Sam said in some sort of panic. If he could not differentiate lettuce from cabbage, figuring out which one was the turkey ham on his own was going to one of his biggest challenges. In front of him rested a variety of hams and he could not figure out which one was the turkey ham.

"Sorry, but I think we are out of turkey ham today." Sam said trying his best to get rid of the untimely customer.

The girl looked at him in shock. "Dude, there's like five pounds of turkey ham right here."

Mercedes was enjoying this moment. She snickered at the sight of his silly facial expression. She walked by him and whispered, "See what I meant when I said you were useless." In a matter of a minute or two Mercedes dispatched the customer and he was stunned by how gracious she was with the customer and how annoyingly difficult she was with him.

"Wow!"

"What?" Mercedes asked confused.

"You were so polite to her but when it comes to me, you are so mean."

"I just don't like you."

"Why don't you like me? You don't even know me." Sam questioned.

"And I don't wanna get to know you."

"Why not? I'm super awesome."

"I bet you are." She said sarcastically.

"Go out with me." Sam proposed.

"Why would I do that?" She asked surprised by his proposition.

"That's how people get to know each other, Mercedes."

"When are you going to understand that I don't wanna get to know you?"

"I will understand it… the day you go out with me."

She laughed unsmilingly. "Get back to work."

"Is that a maybe?"

"I'm just going to pretend that this conversation never happened." She answered and got back to work.

During closing time, Sam was in charge of the trash and cleaning the floor and hosing the floor mats while Mercedes was in charge of cleaning the tables. In that time of the night, Shuester let the employees take over the jukebox on the main dining room to help them get done faster with their cleaning duties.

"Mercedes, it's your turn tonight. Put some good music on." Joe said from the bar.

"I'll try." Mercedes replied.

Mercedes walked to the jukebox and looked over the catalog. She found the first song she wanted to hear, put the quarter in the machine and pressed her selection. As soon as the song began, Mercedes started to dance around the tables while cleaning them. Sam looked at her and got lost in her magnetism once again.

"Dude, stop staring at her. She's going to kick your ass." Joe advised him.

"Do you know this song?"

"Yeah, it's one of her favorites. It's called 'I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You' by Marc Cohn."

"I had never heard it before."

"I promise you that you will hear it every time Mercedes is in charge of the jukebox."

Sam smiled at her. He did not know if it was the song or seeing her so peaceful that made him wish that he were certain of what he really wanted with her. He was at the top of the social pyramid but his recent adventures were slowly pushing him down and honestly, he was not ready to be a nobody when he has been a somebody all his life.

After Mercedes finished with her duties, she left the café through the back door only to bump into Sam again. He was hosing down the mats with Joe's help.

"Hey." Sam said when he saw her.

"You did OK in there." She said trying her best to be nice to him.

"You can't be serious, can you?" He asked surprised.

"Well… By 'OK' I mean screwing up everyone's order."

"Yeah." He said blushingly.

"You'll be fine. It's just a matter of time. We all went through that." She said and smiled.

"Mercedes, my offer still stands. Go out with me." Sam insisted. "We are both off from work this Saturday. I promise I won't bother you again if you accept and things go sour or something."

Mercedes stared at him silent.

"I… I… I'm actually kinda busy this Saturday." She said and left in a hurry.

"Oh dear!" Joe finally said after seeing their interaction.

"What?" Sam said as he proceeded to clean the last mat.

"I believe you just got rejected and by the look on your face, I can tell it is the first time this has ever happen to you."

"You're right! To be honest, it hurts like a motherfucker."

"What's with people and the curses?"

"My apologies, Joe."

"Whatever. Sam, can I ask you something?"

"Sure!"

"Have you ever been attracted to a girl like her?"

"What do you mean like her?"

"Completely opposite to you in every single aspect."

"No."

"No wonder the chances of a relationship between yourself and Mercedes are not promising at this rate. You two are of completely different calibers."

"Joe, just because I come from a wealthy family and she isn't, doesn't mean she's not important."

"You need to learn to understand that the world doesn't revolve around you, Sam. The higher caliber I was referring to was hers. She's a really special girl, Sam and if you want to win her over you need to stop the pretenses and start being yourself, because I know that there's more to you than what we know."

"Joe, I really don't know what I want."

"Strike number one." Joe said shaking his head.

A/N: Will Sam be able to decipher what he wants with Mercedes? Is he being honest to himself and to Mercedes, or is he just playing a game? Is Mercedes letting her guard down with him?

These two are a giant hot mess...

Let me know what you guys think it should happen next...

Until Next Time,

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