I do not own Sisters Grimm, sadly. I'm just a simple fanfiction writer, releasing her mental story plots on all you innocent people. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

"Dude, she's smart, she's hot, and she knows how to kick ass!" Jonas threw his hands up in exasperation. "Ask her out!"

"No," Puck replied shortly.

"Puck, ask her out, before another butthead gets there before you."

"Jonas, I don't date people! You of all people know that! I am a villain-"

"-of the worst kind," Jonas cut him off. "You're running out of excuses if you're going back to that. What's wrong with dating her?"

Before Puck could reply, a blonde walked past the boys. "Hey, Puck; Jonas. Hope to see you at the Christmas ball."

Puck shuddered as the girl walked down the corridor. "God, I hate her."

Jonas shrugged. "I give up. You coming to lunch?"

Puck trailed after his friend to the cafeteria, towards their usual table. There were a lot of "Hey Puck"s and "'Sup Goodfellow"s. He laughed and joked with the other guys. Then...

"Damn it, I need to print something off for US History." Puck jumped up, shouldering his rucksack.

"Since when do you care about homework?" Jonas questioned.

"If my homework isn't at that class, Ms Rickshaw will give me detention. Saturday detention."

The boys winced. Saturday was soccer practice, and Puck Goodfellow had been the team's star forward since he came to the squad in seventh grade.

"Run, Goodfellow," Jonas said solemnly. "Run for the sake of the team!"

Puck mock saluted the table and dashed out of the cafeteria.

Thinking about it, maybe Jonas was right. She was kinda hot, and she was okay at kicking butt.

Just as he was thinking about this, he skidded round the corner only to collide with a girl shoving something into her bag. The two fell to the floor, papers and books everywhere.

Puck groaned and rubbed the back of his head.

"Watch it, Goodfellow!" The girl growled as she picked up the loose papers. "You're lucky your skull is so thick, or it would've shattered to a million pieces."

"Good to see you too, Grimm," Puck muttered, hauling himself up. "What brings you here, crashing into the King of- mmph!"

Sabrina smiled at the passing student, then quickly removed her hand from the boy's mouth, wiping it against her ripped jeans. "Don't call yourself that! Not in front of the humans."

Puck stuck out his tongue. "Forget it. I'll see you after school."

"Actually..." Sabrina gathered the last of her papers off the floor. "I'm going to be around at Belle's today. You know, with Alice, Jack, Jill, and Peter?"

If you hadn't guessed, Alice was the Alice from Alice in Wonderland, Jack and Jill were the same one's from the nursery rhyme, and Peter was the Peter Pan (though he went by Banning). Belle was Tinkerbelle, but in human form. Belle posed as Peter's sister, and amazingly, Sabrina and Belle got on well together. They were similar in looks and, believe it or not, Belle was quite the feminist.

Puck smirked. "Fine. I'll just have to take the car."

"You have wings. Use 'em." And with that, she was gone.

Puck glared at her back. But he didn't understand where the rage was coming from. Sure they fought, but he never felt like this. He hated the thought of Grimm hanging out with the copycat. What if they were… no, Goodfellow; Belle, Alice, Jack and Jill were going to be there. Those guys were alright- even Belle; she was the one who tried to keep Pan's ego as small as possible. Wait, why was he even worrying about this? About Grimm?

Puck mentally shook himself, and ran off to the computer suite.

Daphne was dancing.

She was dancing in the winter-decorated ballroom of the mayor's mansion, in a glorious white gown, and everybody was staring at her. Not Sabrina, her knock-out sister, not Puck, the hilarious yet handsome faerie, but her.

She wasn't her usual "crazy yet sweet self", as her family called it. Her hair was out of its usual ponytail (she grew out of pigtails age ten) and cascaded around her in curls. She couldn't see her reflection, but she guessed her makeup was done to perfection, and her dark eyes sparkled in the light. Then, a blonde boy stepped out of the crowd, and asked her to dance. She gasped. She knew this boy. He opened his mouth and a woman's voice yelled. "DAPHNE GRIMM!"

Daphne jolted out of her daydream to see the angry glare of her physics teacher.

"If you have so much time on your hands that you can stare out of the window, naturally you would be able to tell me the answer to question nine?"

Daphne looked from her teacher, to her textbook, to her still blank page. "Uh..."

Just then, as if the Blue Fairy was listening to her silent cries for help, the bell rang, signalling the end of school.

Of course, Daphne was first out the door.

"Hey! Puck!"

Puck turned to see Daphne running down the hall, messenger bag slung across her shoulder, kicking any shins that got in her way. Normally, he would find this hilarious, but he was preoccupied. "Hey Marshmallow; how was school? Anymore daydreams?"

He could've sworn that she blushed. "Yeah, in Physics. But anyway, we need to get home- my stomach calls for red cookies. Red is going to Bo Peep's for dinner. Where's Sabrina and the car?" she added as they walked across the school parking lot.

"She ditched us for Pan and the others," Puck muttered.

"Okay. We flying?"

"Duh."

Once they were out of sight from the humans, he handed Daphne his rucksack, which the girl slipped over her shoulders. He bent his knees for her to scramble onto his back. Then he took off.

"What's up with you?" Daphne asked as they soared through the sky. "Right about now, you'd be arguing with Sabrina, dropping her, catching her, and laughing like a maniac."

"No Grimm to drop, do I?" he snapped. "It's boring without dogface screaming."

"You mad about her hanging out with people other than us? Hanging out with Peter Pan?"

"No!" Puck replied quickly. A little too quickly. "I just wanted to go in the car today- it's gonna rain."

Daphne looked up at the cloudless blue sky. "Right."

"Shut up."