a/n: another oneeeeee:


Look at him. Just look at him. Chatting up another hesitant fourteen year old (damn, he was growing) and making her blush. That always happened. Sabrina had suffered through many an encounter like this and could describe his "battle plan" (as he called his ridiculous tactic of winning over females) as clearly as her favourite story's plot. It was:

1) Select target

2) Chat up target

3) If pleased, go on to 4). If not, discard immediately

4) Kiss target

5) Being way too cool for relationships, walk away

It was despicable. He used them like so many bits of tissue, threw them away and the very worst of it was that they felt good about it! He was a bloody player, did they not notice? He would chat up anyone. Heck, once he turned into a squirrel for two days because a bloody female squirrel had caught his eye. No ordinary human or Everafter (on second thoughts, strike that. When are Everafters ever normal?) would turn into another species to chat up one of the opposite sex.

But why did she deign to care? He was below her. No, she had steady relationships. Given, they ended with no sense of fulfilment for her but at least she had them, right? Although she wouldn't try to prove herself as bad as he was, she honestly was. In fact, even worse because of the way she pretended to be in love with the other party. At least Puck was honest.

But in Sabrina's eyes, she'd always be above him. Why? Pride. Damned pride.

To be very clear about this, she hated him. And according to her, he hated her in turn. Due to the pride that was part and parcel of Sabrina Grimm, she wouldn't even try to look beneath the surface to dissect her feelings. If she had, she would have been shocked to see that she loved Puck, the faerie (but was blind to everything due to a) hypocrisy and b) pride).


a/n: should i continue or leave it? if you think i should then review and i'll try to continue.