The Australian quarterback

Rock week

Sam had his mind focused on the math quiz he was about to face as he hurried down the crowded hallway of his high school. He clutched his textbooks tightly, trying to recall the last-minute formulas he had crammed the night before. But just as he approached his classroom door, a hand reached out and gently pulled him to a stop.

It was Quinn. She had a mischievous glint in her eye as she pushed him against the lockers, her hand tracing a path over his shirt. Sam, startled, stammered, "Quinn, what are you doing?"

Quinn leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper, "I miss you, Sam. I want you back." Her fingers continued to trace patterns on his chest.

Sam, feeling a mixture of emotions, managed to push Quinn's hands away gently. "Quinn, we broke up for a reason. I don't think getting back together is a good idea."

Quinn looked into his eyes, determination in her gaze. "Sam, I'll make it worth your while. How about I let you get to second base?"

Sam hesitated for a moment, considering the offer, but then shook his head. "No, Quinn. It's not about that. I just need to focus on my classes and figure things out for myself."

Disappointment flickered across Quinn's face. Sam squeezed past her and entered his classroom.

The anticipation was palpable as Sam stood at the front of the glee club room, his heart pounding with both excitement and nerves. He took a deep breath and adjusted the microphone, casting a glance at the band members behind him. They exchanged nods, and the guitarist strummed a few notes to check the sound. Everything was in place, and Sam was ready.

"I've got a song I want to sing," Sam announced, his voice steady and determined. The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on him. He could feel the weight of their expectations.

The drummer tapped his sticks together, setting the rhythm for the song, and the guitarist started to play the opening chords of "Sneakers" by Knox.

The catchy melody filled the room, and Sam's nerves began to melt away as he found his groove. "You got that sugar in your voice
You're living shameless, it's a choice
You keep your laces like your boys
Tied up, tied up, tied up, tied up"

"And there's a word around this town
It's kinda sounding like your name
And more than rumors get around
I was lined up, lined up, lined up" As he sang, he couldn't help but move to the music. He started by simply swaying to the beat, but as the song's tempo picked up, his steps became more energetic.

"But cherry chapstick, drama queen
Tiptoeing these downtown streets
Tried to sink her nails in me
But I don't really need to see what's under that" He roamed around the room, his voice strong and clear, pouring his heart into the lyrics.

"T-shirt, I could but I gotta fuck with me first
Girl, you know you're hotter than a fever, fever
But I don't run around with sneakers, sneakers
No, you don't even like me
You just want another pair of Nike's
To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers, bleachers
But I don't run around with sneakers (sneakers)
No, I don't run around with" With each passing verse, the energy in the room grew. Sam's performance was infectious, and the glee club members couldn't resist tapping their feet or clapping along.

"I know I could take you home
And let you dirty up my soul
But you'd just leave me all alone so
Time's up, time's up, time's up, time's up, but"Mike, sitting down, couldn't resist moving to the rhythm, his smile encouraging Sam even more.