Cute and fluffy Puckabrina story. That's about it

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He's back

"So, sleepover at my house tonight?" Bella asks me as we slide into our usual seats at the table. I put my tray down with a bang and plop onto the hard cafeteria seat.

"No," I reply sharply.

"Geez, I'm sorry I asked," she replied, giving me a concerned looked.

"I'm sorry." I sighed, it wasn't Bella's fault that I couldn't come. Although, frankly it isn't mine either. It was my parent's stupid orders about staying in tonight to greet him. "My parents are making me stay in tonight."

"Special plans?"

"Not really. At least none worth mentioning." Bella gives me a look that says she's clearly curious, but I ignore it. A small stab of guilt hits me, but I push it to the side. I refuse to talk about who was coming home or else I'd start thinking about him. And God couldn't even help me once my mind wandered down that path.

"It looks like it will be just me then," Bella says, steering me into the present. "Or maybe a super hot somebody." I twist around in my seat to where Bella is looking to see Jared, a tall boy in our grade and Bella's huge crush. I grin as Bella hisses for me to stop staring.

"He totally likes you," I say.

Bella blushes severely and stares down at her tray. "He doesn't."

"Yes, he does," I insist because really, it is true. Anyone who paid even the slightest amount of attention could tell that Jared likes Bella and vice versa. Except, of course, Jared and Bella. "You should ask him out."

"What? No!" Bella gives me a strange look to which I roll my eyes. "I have to wait for him to ask me out. I mean what if he doesn't like me and says no? It would be so embarrassing!"

"Well, then you two will both have to just keep sneaking glances at each other until one of you gets the courage to ask each other out." Bella just rolls her eyes at me in reply.

"What about you? Got someone you've got your eye on?"

"Nope," I reply and grin when Bella gives me a pouty look.

"Come on, everyone likes someone."

"Not me." Bella gives me a skeptical look that says she can see right through me. Although to be honest, I've always secretly thought that she could. Seriously, the girl could read my mind. Or maybe I was just awful at a poker face. My mother always says I show everything I think on my face.

"Well, we'll just have to change that, won't we?" I watch as Bella looks around the room for boys. I join her for fun. Who knows, maybe a boy really will capture my eye. I almost snort out loud at the thought.

It's not that I don't like boys because I do. I've had crushes like every other teenage girl, but currently I was in a hole. I thought of boys as cute, but never crush worthy, at least not right now. There was a time when I had crush. The kind that was mind consuming, heart wrenching, but it was years ago and the boy I had fallen in love with was gone. Well not gone, he was coming back…

I mentally shook my head and tried to focus on Bella who was rattling off boy's names. "What about Darren? Cute hair," Bella said.

I looked at the boy she was talking about. "He looks half my age!"

"Okay, okay. What about Ted?"

"Have you ever seen him without his face pressed into his phone?"

"John?"

"Not the brightest tool in the shed."

"Jerry?"

"Too tall. I would hurt my neck just looking at him."

"Phil?"

"Too smart." Bella stared at me at that remark.

"You can have too smart?"

I nodded admittingly, "I would feel stupid with him."

Bella sighed, "What about Tom?"

"He sleeps with every girl he can get his hands on!"

Bella sighed, "You're ridiculous."

"I am not," I protested. "I just like a certain type."

"Is that type even human?"

"Yes!" Generally with blond hair and green eyes, but I wasn't going to tell Bella that.

Bella gave another sigh and looked at her watch. "Shoot, I'm late for a meeting with Ms. Anderson. Got to run." She stood up and walked off, leaving me alone at the lunch table.

I turned to my tray where the mystery substance they called 'food' sat on my plate. I pushed the tray to the side, there was no way I was going to eat that. I rummaged around in my bag until I found an apple. It was good enough until I got home.

Home. What would happen when I got home? Would he already be there or would he be arriving later? I shook my head, angry with myself for thinking about him. How is it that even when he isn't around, he's still screwing up my life? Although, a small part of me couldn't wait for him to come home. A really small part. Like miniscule.

I sigh and grab my bag, tossing it over one shoulder. May as well go to class then sit here by myself until the bell. I grab my tray and dump the mystery food into the garbage.

I head across the loud cafeteria to the doors. As I do, I glance around at the tables crammed into the small room and the kids crammed into the even smaller tables.

Just a typical day at Ferryport Landing High School. The small town had gotten bigger over the years since the Everafter War. Although many Everafters had left, a few had in fact stayed in town. More humans had come and slowly the small town I grew up in, became bigger. Well, bigger is a relative word. There is still only fifty kids in my grade, but at least there is a high school.

I was currently walking in your average cafeteria, although a bit smaller. Kids sat crammed into tables, laughing and talking with their friends. Mostly complaining about teachers and quizzes they had, but overall just glad to be on lunch break.

In the corner, a group of students erupted in cheers. I look over at them to see what you would probably call the 'popular kids'. In truth, my school is so small the popular kids are a small group of jocks and cheerleaders. They actually aren't all that mean as long as you stay out of their way. In fact, a few are even kind to me.

I resist the urge to walk over to see what is so funny and continue on my way to the door. It isn't like I want to be friends with them. I was never into the whole 'popular kids' thing. I know that it sounds exactly like someone who was never popular would say, but seriously. I'm happy being invisible. It has worked out well for me these years in surviving high school. Besides, this is my last year, so why change now?

I had been so lost in my own head, I hadn't been looking where I was going. As I walked out the door, I barreled into somebody. Before I could apologize, I landed flat on my behind, my bag and apple thrown across the ground.

"Ow," I moaned rubbing my back side.

"I'm sorry," a voice above me said. "I wasn't looking where I was going." I look up to see a boy standing directly above me. He has brown hair groomed perfectly to the side, dark eyes and a perfectly straight noise.

"It's okay," I mumble back. He gives me a hand and I only hesitate slightly before allowing him to pull to my feet.

"Are you okay?" he asked me with a concerned look.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Except my lunch." I grimace and pick up my apple from the floor before tossing it into a trash can.

"That's what you were going to eat for lunch?" I wonder why he's still talking to me as I pick up my bag.

I give a small chuckle, "Is it your first day here? The cafeteria food probably isn't even classified as food."

He smiles at me and I notice that he has a rather nice smile. It lights up his face and makes him look even more cute. "Actually, it is. I'm Theo."

"Nice to meet you Theo, I'm Sabrina." I pause wondering whether or not I should continue on the conversation. Then I think who cares? It's not like I have a better place to be. "What grade are you in?"

"Twelve."

"Same." I give an awkward head nod I instantly regret and say, "Well, see you later." I turn around and start to head down the hallway.

"But I owe you lunch," he calls after me.

"You can give it to me another time," I reply back without turning around. Secretly, I'm grinning as I head down the hallway. Maybe it is possible to have a crush again.

I stare at the clock, never have I ever wanted class to go more slowly. Unfortunately, my wish is not commanded and the bell goes off. I stand up from my desk and start to gather my papers and cram them into my bag.

"Remember, we have a quiz on Thursday," the teacher calls as students file out of the classroom. I internally groan, the first day of school and already I have mountains of piles of homework.

I walk out of the classroom to my locker. The schools not very large, so it doesn't take me a long time. As I dump some textbooks in my locker and retrieve my jacket, I overhear some guys talking.

"You going to Eric's party on Friday?" one of them asks.

"Nah, it will be lame," guy number two replied.

"Come on, everyone goes to the party. It's tradition," number one says.

"I'll think about it," number two replied. The boys walk off, leaving me by my locker. I know what party they're talking about. Eric's huge annual schools-started party. I've been once before with Bella because I was curious. It's the kind of party where you just show up, no invitation needed which is really the only reason I would be at one. All I remember is the loud music and the clumsy bodies jumping around to it. People got drunk and high and to top the night off, a random guy tried to feel me up. It wasn't the best experience to say the least, but it was still an experience and a normal one.

I don't have a lot of normal experiences to say the least. I have experiences, I-almost-died experiences, but normal, not much. In my life, the idea of normal is crazy. Between the fighting and solving magical crimes, I don't have a lot of time for it. Even my best friend isn't normal, she's part frog. My family as well isn't normal. Not that I would trade them for anything, I quickly think.

I hurry out the door and past the students. I throw on my jacket in a rush as the ground begins to splatter with huge droplets. I open up my phone and shoot Bella a quick message. Can you drive me home?

I wait for a few minutes until I hear the beep of my phone. I already left. Do you want me to come back?

It's okay. I pause and then type: Eyes on the road. She doesn't reply, so I think she's gotten my message and decided to follow it. Bella has a huge problem with texting and driving. She's already had multiple tickets because of it which causes me to always worry she'll get in an accident. Bella tells me not to worry about her, but I can't help it.

I hurry down the steps and round the path to walk home. It doesn't take long, only about fifteen minutes, but by the time I start walking, the rain is coming down harder. I have also foolishly grabbed a coat without a hood, so I'm getting drenched. My wavy blond hair has straightened and turned darker. It's clinging to my face in what's probably a very unflattering way.

I finally reach the house and bound up the steps. I reach into my pocket to pull out my keys, but I'm shaking so badly from the cold that I can't insert them into the many locks Granny insists on having. Instead I knock and wait in the cold for someone to answer.

The door swings open and standing in the doorway is a grinning Uncle Jake. "Uncle Jake!" I exclaim, happy to see my uncle after so many years.

"'Brina," he says and gives me one of his goofy grins. He's wearing dark jeans and a long overcoat with a multitude of pockets sewn on. "How are you?"

"Go-o-d," I reply, my teeth chattering together.

Granny Relda stuck her head from behind Uncle Jake. "Jacob," she says with a whack on his head, "she's shivering. Get in, get in." I am ushered in as Uncle Jake mumbles an 'ow.' Granny Relda shuts the door behind me and preceds to lock the many locks on the house.

I stare at Uncle Jake as my mind slowly comprehends. If he's home, then that means…

"He's in the kitchen," Uncle Jake says from seeing my expression.

I screw up my face in confusion, but I can tell I'm not fooling anyone. Damn, my face and it showing all of my emotions.

"I'm going to change," is all I say and walk to stairs. Thankfully the kitchen is at the back of the house, so I don't have to worry about passing him. God only know what I would do if I saw him.

I hurry up the steps and make a beeline for my room, quickly opening and shutting the door. I collapse onto my bed, not caring about my now wet pillows. I couldn't do this, I couldn't see him.

I mentally scold myself, it had been five years since I had last seen him. A lot could happen in five years. Five years ago, the Everafter War had just ended and he had left with my Uncle. Now he was back for however knows how long. A part of me wanted him to be here for a long time. It was the same part of me that missed him terribly.

I dragged myself out of bed and grabbed a change of clothes and my towel. I headed for the bathroom where I stripped and stepped into the hot shower. I let my mind wander as I washed.

I had in fact had a crush on him all those years ago, but it didn't mean I had one now.

I didn't have one now.

It was just a stupid crush I had when I was a little girl. He had been my first kiss, but I had kissed plenty of guys since then. Okay, maybe three is plenty, but still.

Then how come I didn't blush when I thought about how I made out with Connor Lee in his car? There had been far more kissing then than when I kissed him. Yet, I blushed when I thought of him. I had to stop thinking of him. It felt even more wrong when I was in the shower, naked.

I quickly stepped out and dried off before grabbing my clothes off the floor. I towel dried my hair as best as I could before I admitted I couldn't waste any more time. I sighed, I guess I would have to go downstairs and greet him. The boy who made me miserable, who threw water balloons at me, the boy I had loved. Puck.

Okay so there we have it. The first chapter of my brand new story. I seriously can't wait to write the next chapter. Sabrina and Puck and tension. Ohhhhh it will be soooo good.

So this is actually the first story I've written in first perspective and I must be honest, it took a bit to get used to. I kept forgetting that I was writing in 'I' and not 3rd perspective. In any case, it was different and fun.

Make sure to review and say whether you like it so far or not. :)

Until next time...