I SWEAR that it gets better. You just have to keep with it. :)

Chapter 1

Money, Money, Money

Present:

"How much longer?" Sabrina asked the person sitting next to her.

"49 years, 10 months, 51 weeks,363 days, 18 hours, 34 minutes, and 12 seconds. 11 seconds. 10 sec-"

"OK! I get it! How did we even end up in this stupid place! It all went too fast."

12:48 a.m. FRIDAY

Flashback:

"You got the money to pay for that?" a young man in a black leather jacket said.

"Umm-' started Sabrina Grimm. She was standing out in the rain behind the "Blueplate Special" diner.

"No 'umms,' just money," he snapped. He held out his hand.

"I'll have it to you b-by next Friday," Sabrina fake stammered. She had to make it look like she really didn't have the money—which was true. She had money, but not on her—it was in her special bank, where she couldn't get it.

"You better," said Tom Keith. He narrowed his eyes at her and put his hand back in his jacket pocket.

"Don't worry," Sabrina Grimm replied as she clutched the brown paper bag he had just given her and walked back out into the dark parking lot.

"That was close," Sabrina worriedly thought as she climbed into her car.

1:03 a.m. Friday

When she got home, 17 year old Sabrina went straight up the stairs, doing so quietly so nobody in the silent house would awake. She went to the last door on the left and quietly entered. She checked for any traps that the room's occupant may have set then walked over to the trampoline where Puck lay snoring.

"Puck!" she loudly whispered, shaking him. He turned on his side and the snoring ceased. "Puck! Wake up!" This time he slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

"What?" he snarled.

"I need money," she snarled back, mimicking him. His eyebrows rose.

"Why?" he questioned her. He looked her up and down and then asked, "Why are you fully dressed at this time of night?"

"It's technically morning, but no reason." She shifted her weight to her left leg and put her hand on her hip.

"Oh yeah?" the 17 year old looking fairy sarcastically asked. "I'll give you any amount if you tell me what you want it for."

"Any amount? Just for telling you?"

Puck nodded his head.

"Ok. I need it to pay Tom Keith."

"That nerd? What would you be payinghim for?"

"One question only—and you owe me money now."

"Owe you!" he asked incredulously.

"Shh! Don't wake everyone in the house up!"

"I won't shush! I don't owe you any money!"

"Uh, yeah you do."

"For what?" he asked mockingly, bringing his face close to hers.

"Can I just have my money?" She asked, stepping back.

"Wait!-What do I owe you money for?"

"You owe me money for buying you those -"

"NEVERMIND," he thundered.

Sabrina smirked. "I found them in the garbage unused, thank Zeus."

"Zeus?" He rolled his eyes and turned around quickly to cover his embarrassment. He came back with a hundred and a fifty.

"Thanks," Sabrina said, handing him back the $100. "I'll just be using the $50, and I'll pay you back later." She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

"That was forever ago. I quit."

"Good to know." She winked and added," It's forgotten if I don't have to pay you back."

"It's yours." He lay down on his trampoline and lay down with his back to her.

Sabrina suddenly felt rude. Since when did torturing Puck make her feel like this?

She exhaled. "I'm sorry."

"Just forget it." His voice was carried the opposite direction towards the forest.

"What part?" she whispered.

"The first part. Now please leave."

"No sooner said than done." She turned and sprinted towards the door. He sure knew how to play with her emotions. It wasn't even that big of a deal!