Just a little something for Samcedes week.

"Hey! Wait! Sam Evans, right?" Mercedes Jones rushed through the heavily polluted crowds of Mckinley High School. Just like everyday, the bell would ring a quarter to 3, announcing everyone's freedom. All the students would flock to their lockers as if it they were on some mission. Usually, Mercedes would wait until the halls would clear so she could make her way to her locker but today was different. For the fifth time this week, Mercedes caught Sam Evans looking at her. They were all in the middle of midterms and were studying hardcore in their Global History class. Everyday, Mr. Griffin would give the students of his 8th period class a pop quiz to make sure they were holding their end of the bargain. At first, Mercedes thought Sam was looking over her shoulder, out the window, debating whether or not he'd want to tread through the snow. When the third day rolled around, Mercedes thought Sam was intrigued by her star shaped earrings but that was a fleeting thought once she realized Sam Evans couldn't care less about fashion let alone earrings. When the fourth day came and Sam's eyes would wander to her, Mercedes began feeling uneasy. It was a weird uneasy. Not the king that was completely uncomfortable just the kind that made her heart flutter in a way she wish it wouldn't. After convincing herself that Sam Evans was not admiring her, Mercedes mustered up all the courage she had in her to ask Sam what his looks were all about. She took the whole night of that fourth day to think it over when it dawned on her, he was probably trying to compare answers with her. That has to be it. Sam Evans was a straight A student but he was kind of unsure of himself. Mercedes noticed that about him. She noticed a lot about him. Too much in fact and it was probably why accepted the fact that Sam just wanted to compare answers. Finally reaching his locker, she grabbed onto it as he flung it open. "Hey! hello! Yeah, this face is the money maker here.." She giggled and Sam kept his back turned to her. Tapping his shoulder lightly, Mercedes cleared her throat. "AHEM!"

Before she knew it, Sam Evan's green orbs were on her brown ones and he began fidgeting with the side of his locker. Usually, Sam had something at hand to fidget with. A laser pointer, a keychain, a pencil, anything. This time, he was stuck. The girl he had been staring at blatantly in class, was in front of him and he was of course, at a loss for words. Sam was great with academics. He learned to overcome his dyslexia and did wonderfully in school. He was pretty good with sports too but it wasn't something he was entirely interested in. Illustration was his passion. Anything else, Sam considered himself completely entry level. This included being social. So imagine his face when the girl that made his his heart stop and then start again only to beat out of control, walked up to him. AND she knew his name? Sam didn't know whether to think this was his lucky day or he wanted to crawl into a hole. He cleared his throat and licked his lips. They needed chapstick, he thought and looked inside his locker, wishing he could reach in and grab any one of the millions he had. But like his words, his physical ability seemed to have gone out the window as well.

"Yes? Mercedes Jones, right?" It was all he had and it was damn good considering he was forgetting his own name at that moment.

" Oh nooo!" Mercedes smiled and pointed her finger, teasingly. "Don't act like you don't know my name when you've seen it everyday at the top of my paper in class! yeah, that's right! I see you, Sam Evans." She felt her cheeks redden and reminded herself internally to give herself the biggest pat on the back for being ballsy, later. She crossed her arms and smirked. "Now, I know I'm a genius but can you tell me why the guy who ranks just two classmates below me feels the need to compare answers?" She gave him the once over and confidently waited for a response.

"Um…what?" This wasn't even him being at a loss for words. Sam Evans was genuinely confused. "Compare answers? Oh…" Sam realized exactly what Mercedes Jones was interrogating him about and felt the warmth in his already naturally blushed cheekbones. "Um. Oh…" he rubbed the back of his neck, closing his eyes, reminding himself he had JUST said "Oh". Think of something, Sam. Anything would do. I'm looking at your earrings, I was watching the snow fall. "I just…you're so gosh darn pretty…" Smooth one, Evans.

Mercedes didn't expect that. Scratch that. Maybe a part of her did but she didn't necessarily prepare herself for such a declaration from the boy who's eyes were a piercing Jade and who kind of made her feel giggly when Mercedes Jones DID NOT do giggly. "What?"

Sam hid his head behind his locker door and waved his hand to Mercedes, muttering a few words. "Well, now that I'm embarrassed, you can go now. I'll just live the rest of my days, embedded into this locker."

Just then, he had broken this ice everyone talks about in these situations. Mercedes lips curled into a large smile and she let out a laugh so hearty, she had to wrap her arms around her stomach. "Cut that out!" She continued laughing and pulled his blue and black sleeve. "We can start all over again. Please?" She pleaded and bit her lip as Sam Evan's Blonde head, showed face again.

"So…you're not disgusted or offended or anything?" Sam asked, unable to control the smile creeping up on his face and dipping his head.

Mercedes shook her head and smiled widely. "Are you kidding? Why would I be offended? I'm…very flattered, Sam Evans." After composing herself, Mercedes extended her hand and offered Sam a genuine smile. "Hi. I'm Mercedes Jones, we've been in Global together since September. I think you're pretty cute and really funny…" She said the last part with a bit of a giggle and took a deep breath.

Sam looked up and took her hand. "I'm Sam Evans. I've been in your Global class since September but I've had my eye on your since the summer carnival last year. You were wearing white shorts and a red top and having the time of your life on the tilt-a-whirl. I've always thought you were beautiful." He shot her a lop sided grin and bought her hand to his lips. "I can't believe we're finally talking."

Mercedes felt the somersaults in her stomach and let out the breath she was holding. "Nothing like a first encounter, huh?"