A/N: Okay, I have NO idea what the hell is wrong with me, but I took one look at the Sisters Grimm fanfiction page and nearly cried. It wasn't that everything on there was awful (I didn't read much to tell the truth); I just think I missed you guys! Anyways, I decided that I'd give this story another shot.

Jealousy

I'd met Peter Pan once, out on the lake, but I'd never really stopped to realize that he didn't even take a second glance at me. And now... now I felt violated at the look he was giving me.

In mere seconds, I kicked my bottom drawer open, flicked my emergency knife with my foot, and caught it in my hand. Peter Pan's smile grew intensely.

"Oh, goodness, Puck! She's all kinds of fun. I think I'm going to play with her before I pick her up."

With that, Pan was off. The way Pan spoke of me made me sick. He acted as if I was a toy awaiting to amuse him.

I grabbed Puck's collar.

"What. Was. That." I ground out.

Puck's egotistical gleam in his eyes faltered, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

This wasn't Puck.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Excuse me?" If I were in any kind of joking mood, I would have taken out a camera.

"You're an imposter. Puck would have told me immediately because he can't keep his mouth shut."

"What? Are you joking? Because you know I don't understand the difference. By the way, how did you learn that trick?"

I looked at Puck with slit eyes, and then let go.

"I'm not telling you how I did that trick." I defiantly wasn't going to tell him how many times I'd cut myself practicing.

Puck's arrogant posture resumed.

"So, am I Trickster King the Great?"

I frowned.

"You're Puck."

Puck's mouth opened to say something, but I interrupted.

"But that doesn't loose my point. What the hell happened there?"

The brief relief I hadn't noticed in Puck before was gone.

"Um, Peter Pan came."

"I know that! What I want to know is why."

Puck looked at the ground.

"I can't tell you."

"There's that tight mouthed non-Puck again! Why? Is this a new prank because it's not funny to—"?

"Sabrina! I literally can't tell you! I'm bound to that!" Puck yelled.

I stepped back from Puck. He'd never yelled at me before. It felt like he slapped me, except worse. Much worse.

Puck and I stared at each other for a while. Then Puck left. I don't know why I felt sad when he didn't apologize when he left.

He never apologizes.

A/N: I really don't have much time for an A/N, but, on my hands and knees, I beg you to review.

Love,

Sammie

P.S I don't own Sisters Grimm.