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Future:

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Come on, Sabrina,just a little bit more!"

"I don't think I can do it!"

"Yes,you can! Now PUSH!"

"AAAHHHHH!"

Chapter 1

"Okay, who's got the guts," Ashlae encountered," to ask Shelbey how many weeks she is?"

Shelbey wasn't having a baby; it's just that the seniors in FerryPort High were Class A Bi*ches, so they were being bullies again. I scowled as I watched them get start snickering at another attack towards the waeker Everafters and humans. Ashlae was my best friend, but I don't usually agree on her method of fun.

"I bet she actually is pregnant!" Some guy named Matt that exclaimed. All the other losers that followed him started snickering along.

"I'll ask her, then the rest of you start making jokes. Let's just wing this one." A deep voice from the center of the table rang above all the others. Everyone quieted, then looked at the Freakbaby. He sat there with a smirk on his face, sitting back in his chair with his arms folded.

I scoffed at the idea of him winging it. He always had a plan, even if he said he didn't.

His eyes immediatly went over to mine. Green on Blue. They were filled with mischeif. Yup, defiantly had a plan.

"Something to add, Grimm?"

I gave him a sweet smile.

"Oh, don't mind me, I was trying to clear the air of all the bull coming from your mouth."

He in return gave me a smirk.

"Do you doubt my scheaming abilities?" I smirked back.

"Quite the opposite, actually."

Wendell, Bella, and Ashlae from the opposite side of the table watched the little quarrel, knowing exactly what we were talking about, while the rest the table pretended to understand what we said. They all knew that Puck and I were on an always going war, but they didn't always understand why. Sucks to suck.

"Umm... Robin? Can we just go now?" Some kid at the end of the table near Ashlae asked. I never bothered to learn names. They were all the same to me.

"Sure, let's go." He replied without breaking our glare competion. Everyone stood up and walked behind Puck when he finally broke eye contact. I stayed in my seat, as usual. I didn't want any part in the attack.

"Hey Shelbey, whats up?" I heard Ashlae's chirpy voice ask. It was so fake, Barbie would be jeolous. I mentaly groaned, I always tried to stop them from embarrassing another fellow student, but they never listened to me. I honestly don't even know who they are anymore.

"Um...Hi Ashlae." Her small voice was the only thing you can hear in the now silent lunchroom. Where were the teachers this time?

"We just wanted to congratulate you on the baby!"

"How many weeks are you anyway?" Puck's voice cut through the silence. Here comes the worst part.

"Wait, guys, she probably had a miscarriage but it never fell out! We're so sorry, we didn't mean to offend the baby you've had since you were twelve!" Matt's mouth once again opened, even after we established that when it does, even the stars try to drown themselves to get away.

Shelbey's eyes began to fill with tears. I wish I could stop them without half of the school holding me back. I can't believe they enjoy this sick torture.

"Did the access fat from your baby travel to every part of your body?" Puck asked again. I never thought he'd do this. We used to spend hours talking on the roof about how annoying mean people were, how standing up to them would feel like the best feeling in the world. But I guess becoming popular after saving the world changes someone. It defiantly changed the Boogerbrain.

"I-I don-" Shelbey tried to talk, maybe even defend herself, but they beat her to it.

"It's okay, honey. We won't judge." Ramona, another sub-popular equivelent to Matt, spoke up. Then on that last note, they all high-fived and went back the table, where I was sitting. I stood up just in time to see Puck snap his fingers discreetly behind his back, and notice the soft pink dust start fluttering down from the vents on the celing.

"Really, Asshat? Forgetful dust?" I rolled my eyes at Puck before quickly running out the lunchroom and into the girl's bathroom to avoid being hit by the dust. I alwasy remembered what happened because I didn't want to see an illusion of who they really were.

As I entered I heard sobbing coming from the stalls. Slowly I walked over and knocked on the door softly.

"Shelbey?" I asked gently.

"G-Go away! You're just going to make fun of me!" She sobbed out, then started bawling again.

"Shelbey, it's me, Sabrina. I'm not going to make fun of you, I promise." I replied softly, treading on eggshells.

"Yes, you are! All your friends did!"

"I'm not friends with them anymore. If I was, then they wouldn't do this every two days." I'm trying to be patient, I really am, but it's kind of hard when you have my temper.

I listened to the sobbing slow down a little, and watched the stall door crack open a bit. Shelbey's eye's were swollen, and tears were still dripping down her face. I opened the door and hugged her, just like I do to every victim after the worst part of the ambush. If I can't help them during the attack, then at least I can help them after.

"Shhh... hey it's gonna be okay, okay? It's all gonna be okay." I comforted her while rubbing circles on her back. She clung to me and ruined my shirt, but I honestly didn't care.

I heard the door open, but didn't see who it was because of the separating wall.

"Grimm?" I froze as I heard Puck's voice echo through the `bathroom.

"Quickly, hide in the stall. I'm going to teach him a lesson." I told Shelbey, then stood up without checking to see if she hid. For her sake, let's hope she did.

"Oh, hey Ugly. What are you doing here? Are you talking to Shelbey?" He was probably going to say more, but I punched him in the nose. His face just whipped to the side, hands immediatly going up to hold his nose.

"What the hell was that for?!" He had the nerve to ask. I scoffed, then glared at him.

"I would rather talk to Shelbey than any of the bastards and b*tches that I know." I spat out, then stalked out of the bathroom, leaving him and his broken nose that'll probably heal by the end of the day.

I rolled up to my house in my car. It was my baby, basically bought with my own money that I had spent a whole summer working to get. It was a Mustang, black, and I might not spare your life if you slam the door.

I opened the door to the house, dropped my purse and immediatly went upstairs and changed into a pair of sweats and tee shirt. I went downstairs to get an apple, when I heard the door open again to show Puck home already. Mom and Dad were at work, and Granny was picking Basil and Daphne up from school.

"HONEY I'M HOMEE!" Puck yelled across the room. I rolled my eyes but answered anyway.

"That's great, sweetheart! Why don't you come help me with the dishes!?" I called back.

"But Grimmmm I'm a kinggg!"He whined.

I hit him with the spoon."Man up, horse breath!"

He sulks and goes to watch TV for a while, while I make three sandwiches.

"I made sandwiches!" I call, while smirking.

Not even joking, he came in 0.2 seconds. With the happiest grin on his facem before I say:

"-for Daphne, Granny, and Basil!" I finish. His face falls like his grades do. Then he looks at me weirdly.

"What about you?" He asks cautiosly. I can't believe he noticed.

"I already ate before you came home." I lied.

"No, you didn't. I came literally five minutes after you." He figured it out.

"Grimm, are you re-"

"No! I'm not, stop worrying about it, Puck, I'm just not hungry, okay?!" I started yelling at him.

He sat back and studied me for a minute or two before taking a sandwich and holding it out to me.

"Eat it." Puck said simply. He thought it was that easy.

"I'm not hungry." I replied.

"I can hear your stomach trying to communicate from here. If you are telling the truth, you can eat it."

I thought of another excuse. "That's for Granny, Daphne and Basil when they get home." Petty excuse, I know. But I can't think under pressure.

"You can make another damn sandwich, Sabrina." Well it seems like it's really serious to him.

Shakily, I took the sandwich from his hand. I can do this. I'm not going to enlarge from one sandwich. It's going to be fine.

I brought the sandwich to my lips. Puck was still watching me closely. It's just one sandwich.

I opened my mouth slowly. I can't do this. I slammed the sandwich down on the table and ran upstairs. I heard Puck call me, but I can't go back now that he knows. Soon he's gonna tell the family, and they're gonna send me back.

I ran into my bed, and started sobbing. I was sobbing because I'm not better, because I try but it doesn't work. I'm sobbing because I'm hungry, but scared to eat. And I'm sobbing because it's Puck that knows, and not someone else that actually cares.

"Sabrina?" I heard Puck from the door. I squeezed my eat shut so tears don't leak out anymore, quickly wiped away my tears. I cleared my throat.

"Go away, Puck." I hated how my voice sounded like I was weak.

I was turned away from the door, towards the window, hoping he won't come over here.

"Hey, scooch over, you take up the whole bed!" I felt weight drop on my bed, then saw an arm drape over my small waist.

"What are you doing?" I asked. But I didn't mind though.

"Shh... I'm conforting you."

This is what it felt to be comforted. It felt nice.

Then I realised we were basicaly spooning before I fell asleep. And I honestly didn't mind.

Sorry,I know it's short,but it's just the beginning!

ANYway,please review,it'll make me soo happy and I'm trying to see how many reviews I can get on my first(but not last)fanfic!

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