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"Wait. Can you repeat that again?" Kurt asked Mercedes as they were walking to school the next day.
"I said he seemed to know his stuff. Everything I wanted to go over yesterday he seemed to already know in quite extensive detail," the diva answered, adjusting her backpack strap. "I mean, I was pretty taken aback."
"Uh huh, and this was before or after you called him dumb?"
"For the last time Kurt, I did not call him dumb," Mercedes stressed.
"You mean, you didn't call him dumb on purpose, just by accident."
"No, I didn't call him dumb at all!"
"Righhhht," the pale boy said sarcastically. "You just implied that he wasn't smart."
"Yes! I mean, no!
I mean..." The curvy teen stopped walking and sighed. She rubbed her temples. "I don't know. Why are you giving me the third degree anyway? I thought you were supposed to be on my side of all of this."
"I'm not and I am on your side of this. It's just tha- Mercy, I'm just trying to understand all this. Now hurry up," Kurt ordered, grabbing his friend's arm and dragging her forward with him. "We left late and I can't be tardy for first period. I have a test."
"To be honest, I'm still trying to understand it all also," Mercedes admitted, catching up with the countertenor and wiggled out of his grip. "I mean, one minute he was the bad guy who had bullied me then in the next, he was spitting out facts, I had calle- no implied that he was dumb, and he was ran out so quickly that I literally felt wind when he passed by. The tables turned so fast yesterday. I'm still a bit dizzy."
"So what next then?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what's gonna happen when you see Sam again? Are you gonna apologize? Pre-"
"Apologize?!" The diva stopped abruptly and grabbed Kurt's arm, making him stop and turn around. "Why should I apologize? He's the one who bullied me. What he did to me was much worse then what I did to him. He's the one who should remember what he did to me and apologize."
"Whoa, Mercy, calm down. I'm just trying to be somewhat objective."
"You're my best friend. You're supposed to be on my side."
"I am... and can't I also be on your side while we're walking to school..because I have a test to get to..."
"Ugh, sure..." The curvy teen let the male go and they continued on their way to school. "What do you think I should do, Kurt?"
"Before I say anything, promise me you won't blow off on me again?"
"I didn't blow off before." Kurt merely raised an eyebrow and glanced at his friend.
"I'm not saying anything until you promise."
"Fine then, I promise. Is that good enough for you?"
"No need to get snippy and yes, it'll suffice. I think you should apologize for what you did, because believe it or not Mercy, you should apologize, and that's that. End of story. Then things can go back to the way they were before."
"Well, why shouldn't they?"
"I suppose you're right. Hey, look I see the school ahead. And it's only..." The diva glanced at her watch. "7:50. See Kurt, we're ten minutes early. You still have plenty off time to get to your test."
"Yeah, nothing short of a miracle considering how many times you were stopping."
"Hey, I only stopped twice."
"You don't have to remind me Mercy, I was there too," Kurt said as they walked on their school's campus.
"Kurt, now you're the one being snippy."
"Sorry, I'm just nervous for this test. I just really need a good grade on it."
"You'll do fine. I'm sure."
"Yeah, well I've got to run now," the pale teen told his friend as they entered the double doors to their high school. "I promised Blaine I'd meet him before class."
"Ohhhhhh," Mercedes smirked. "Now I know why you were so anxious to come early."
"Um yeah. I told you, remember?" The countertenor turned to look at his friend with a puzzled expression. "I have a test."
"Yeah, but that's not why. You wanted to meet with Blaine. It's always Blaine."
"What's always Blaine?" Blaine asked, walking up to the duo. "What exactly are you guys talking about?"
"Oh um..." Kurt started but he froze, glancing at his best friend for help.
"Well," the curvy teen began, trying to think of something. "We were just talking about how Blaine, um you, always..always..."
"Always... what?" the shorter male questioned, confused.
"Always..um..always knew the answers on the test! Yeah, that sounds right."
"Yeah, yeah, it sounds right because it is right," the pale teen offered, blushing slightly now. "That was what we were just talking about. How good you are at psychology."
"Oh, thanks Kurt. But I think we both know I wouldn't even be passing the course without your help," Blaine smiled, placing a hand on the other teen's shoulder. "It's all cause of you."
"Thanks," the countertenor grinned sheepishly. "It was nothing."
"No, believe me, our little study dates means a lot to me."
"Really?" The pale teen smiled hopefully. "Bec-"
"Of course, or else I wouldn't be passing Math and Chem with an A. It really means a lot to me, bro." Immediately, Kurt's face fell.
"Yeah, well, no problem..bro."
"Yeah, well, we have to get to that test now. Better put all that studying to good use." The shorter teen grabbed Kurt's arm and dragged him with him down the hallway. "Bye Mercy."
"Bye Mercy!" the countertenor yelled as he disappeared into the sea of people.
"Bye guys! Good luck on your test!" Mercedes cried. She turned to go down the other hallway when she felt someone tapped her shoulder. The teen turned around and saw the person she hoped she wouldn't have to encounter till much later.
"Oh hey Sam," she greeted.
"Hey Cedes," the jock said. "Look, I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. The way I left so abruptly was rude and I shouldn't have done that."
"Wait, wait, wait... you're apologizing for yesterday?" the diva asked, taken aback. "Why?"
"Well um.. I kinda just said," Sam stated, not sure what to say. "I left a-"
"No, no. I heard you. It's just that I was supposed to be the one who apologizes."
"Well, floors still open..."
"What does that mean?" The blond hesitated before answering. He was befuddled.
"I mean, if you still want to apologize to me..."
"What? Because it's sooo obvious that I did something wrong?"
"Uh, you did kinda call me s-" The athelete paused to clear his throat before continuing. "I mean, you're the one who said you wanted to apologize like, two seconds ago."
"That doesn't mean you have to leap on it," the curvy teen replied, crossing her arms.
"Really? That's whats its going to be like? Do you just like picking fights with me or something?"
"No I-" The diva took a deep breath. "No, I don't. I'm sorry. It's just.. I don't know I'm just not really being myself lately. And I'm sorry for yesterday too. I shouldn't have called you stupid."
"Thanks," Sam smiled. "Apology accepted."
"Good. I'm glad that's out of the way. Ummmm..." Mercedes thought something over before speaking again. "Wh- you know what? Nevermind. What tim-"
"Wait, what were you about to say before you changed your mind?"
"Hmm? Oh, it's not important," the curvy teen assured. "It's probably none o-"
"No, no. Now I want you to say it. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's fine." The female hesitated for a moment before saying anything.
"I just want to know why you kinda blew off on me yesterday after I accidentally implied that you weren't smart." The curvy teen paused. "I mean, hearing what I just said right now, I must sound totally inconsiderate-"
"No, I mean you kinda do, but I understand where your coming from. I might have overreacted just a tiny bit but I don't know, I guess I've just been oversensitive to those kinds of comments." Mercedes raised an eyebrow at the response. She wasn't buying it.
"That's it? You've just been born oversensitive to people calling you umm.. less than average?"
"Less than average? Wow, never heard it put like that before," Sam chuckled. "But yeah, that's it. Let's just leave it at that."
"Okay then. Well then, I have another question for you."
"Yesterday, before you left, you perfectly explained everything I wanted to go over."
"Yes, I was there. I do remember that."
"Okay, well being your assigned tutor and all, I am just kinda wondering how you knew all that stuff but still end up needing a tutor."
"Oh um... I don't know. I guess I don't test well," the blond shrugged.
"You don't test well? Really, that's all you're gonna give me?"
"Yes, because that's the truth."
"And you expect me to believe that's the whole story?" The athlete raised an eyebrow.
"Unless you can think of some other reason?"
"Well no b-"
"Excellent. Well I guess that's the end of it."
"Look Sam, I don't wanna push b-"
"Then don't. See look? It's that easy."
"Fine then. Don't tell me," Mercedes quipped, getting tired of his stubbornness. "I just wanted to help you but if you don't want to make it easier for the both of us then I guess that's that. You don't want to confide in me. I wouldn't want to confide in you either. It's not like I want this relationship between us to get any deeper anyway. If you don't test well then you don't test well. Who am I to judge, right?"
"Right- wait, what? Cedes, just because you seem to think there is something else, doesn't mean I don't us to become more than just a tutor and tutoree. I like you but can't we just let the other thing go?"
"We can but that doesn't mean I like you too. I want- no I need you to understand that." No matter how cute your eyes are," the diva thought to herself. "No matter how c-" She cleared her throat. Hold it together!
"Well in all honesty, I don't. You keep on saying that I did something horrible to you but you never want to tell me what exactly I did. I'm starting to think that you just made this all up in your head."
"What? So now you're calling me crazy?"
"What, no! That's not what I meant," Sam sighed, exasperated. He raked his hands through his hair. "You're really infuriating, you know that?" he smirked.
"You're welcome," Sam grinned.
"Well look at that, it's the bell. Not that I'd just look to stand here and scream at you all day but I have class," Mercedes said, turning back around and starting to walk down.
"So what do you say? Library at 4?"
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