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Chapter 6
"Shit!" Mercedes whined a bit too loud.
"What's going on? Are you alright?" Santana asked concerned.
"I got a C on my literature test and I can't afford to have a C on that class. I will lose the scholarship." Mercedes emphasized. "What am I going to do?"
Santana snickered because she knew exactly what Mercedes could do but she also knew Mercedes was going to hate the idea.
"Why are you laughing Santana? I'm telling you something serious."
Santana stopped laughing. "Sorry Mercy, it's just that I am thinking how fate is accommodating things and how timely these accommodations are happening."
"What are you talking about?" Mercedes asked annoyed.
"Mercedes, do you remember what I told you the night we were talking about your literature class? It was one of those random nights I decided to crash at your place. I think you should do that."
In that moment, Mercedes rewound her life tape trying to find that specific event in her brain. After a couple of seconds, the words Santana said that night came back and hit her like a ton of bricks. "Sorry San, but that is not going to happen."
"Why not, Mercy? To achieve our goals in life we have to make sacrifices and let's be honest here, that is not a sacrifice at all."
"It is for me!" Mercedes stressed.
"Oh Please! Stop acting like you are completely disgusted."
"I'm not disgusted. I don't trust, which is a completely different thing."
"Well… Good luck with your sonnets." Santana said putting an end to the issue.
"Those bitches." Mercedes wailed.
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After a couple of days of struggling and even missing a work shift trying her best to understand her literature coursework, Mercedes decided it was time to cut the crap and follow Santana's advice, even though Mercedes was not the kind of girl who ask for help on a daily basis.
"Sam, can I ask you something?"
"Are you going to ask me out on a date?" Sam chirped excitedly.
"No!"
"Sucks! I was getting my hopes up."
"Look… you have this strange hobby of quoting Shakespeare on a daily basis since we met and it funny because I am taking a literature class myself and..." She took a deep breath because she was not ready to ask him for what she was going to ask. "I'm not struggling but I think that I'm been graded unfairly and I was wondering since you seem to be-"
"Well-versed." He said interjecting her.
"Yeah, that!"
"Go on."
Mercedes rolled her eyes at him. "Anyways, I was just hoping if you could-"
"Help you." He interjected again.
"No, I don't need help."
"Are you sure? Because it sounded like you were asking for help." Sam said igniting some anger in Mercedes.
"Forget it, ok?" She spat.
"Ok." He replied unconcernedly.
After keeping herself busy with her customers, Mercedes could not help but wonder that she could not risk her scholarship because of a literature class. Getting into Yale and earning that scholarship was the reward of all those years of hard work during high school and she was not ready to let that go.
"Ok, yes! I need your help." She said to Sam while they were on their nightly cleaning duties.
"I'll help you. It's no biggie." Sam said casually.
"Thanks!"
"Only… if you agree to go out with me." He said in a very seductive tone.
"I knew there was a catch."
"You can't blame me for trying. I've been asking you out almost every day only to be turned down every single time. Mercedes, it won't be something fancy, just a coffee. We could come here if that makes you feel more comfortable."
Mercedes remained silent because she was shocked at his persistence. There has been no day since they started working together that he has not ask her out. It was flattering but at the same time it was extremely annoying because besides asking her out on a daily basis, Sam has not shown any real interest in getting to know her on a personal level. He kept all his questions college or work related and it was quite intriguing for her.
"What do you say?" Sam insisted.
"I need your help and if that is the condition, I have no other option… So, I will go out with you."
Sam did a victory dance in front of her and for the first time since they met, she laughed sincerely at his silliness.
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For her 'not so fancy' date with Sam, Mercedes stopped by Santana's place to get ready and to have a little pep talk with her that was actually turning into Santana making fun of her for finally agreeing to go on a date with Sam.
"So, you're going out on a date with Sam because that was his condition to help you out?" Santana asked teasingly.
"Yes."
"Yeah, yeah!"
"I swear."
"Admit it! You are curious about this. You wouldn't have accepted if you were not intrigued by the situation. You secretly want a piece of Sam Evans." The feisty Latina quipped.
"No, I don't."
"Deny it all you want, Mercedes. Brittany and I know what's going on in that uptight head of yours. We all have thoughts about all the things we would like him to do to any of us." Santana kept saying, messing with Mercedes brain.
"Whatever! We are only going out for a coffee." Mercedes commented.
"From coffee to sex there's only one step."
"Fuck you."
Santana laughed hysterically at her friend's failed attempt to keep her composure.
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After ordering their coffees, Sam and Mercedes sat in one of the secluded booths at the back of the café and fell into an awkward silence that lasted too long for Sam's liking.
"I'm kinda nervous, you know." Sam confessed.
"Really?" She asked while taking a sip of her coffee.
"I just don't want this moment to go from good to uncomfortable because I say something I shouldn't or something like that."
"Just choose your words wisely." She advised him.
"I'll try." He said frankly. "Well… tell me something about you." He continued.
"Umm… I'm Mercedes Jones from Lima, Ohio. I grew up with my uncle, Tom, because my parents died in a car accident when I was little."
"Sorry to hear that."
"It's ok. It was a long time ago."
"You said you're from Lima? My so-called friend Finn is from there."
"Yeah, I know who he is. We went to the same elementary and middle school before his mother married the senator. We were never friends actually."
"Oh… Anyways, what do you like to do?"
"My life is quite boring. I'm not a fan of parties and stuff like that. I spend my days either working or studying. If I do something to break the routine it will be going to the movies or something like that." She recounted, while he looked at her in tender amazement.
"I love movies, mainly the super-heroes ones."
"I'm all about romantic comedies."
"Hopeless romantic?"
"Not exactly, but this type of movies do help me liberate some stress."
The more they talked, the more comfortable they felt around each other. Sam knew Mercedes still had her guard up but at least she was not showing any sign of awkwardness. In his book, they were having a great time and slowly, he was forgetting about the reason he started pursing her and he was finally letting his heart take the route it wanted to take. His brain was not ready to admit it but his heart was beating for one sole reason, Sam Evans was falling in love with Mercedes Jones.
A/N: One down... One to go... What do guys think is going to happen next?
I might have something else ready very soon... Let me see how can I juggle my things today...
Until Next Time,
XOXO