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The Dinner of Torture

I shut the car door with a loud bang and followed Daphne to the diner. We enter the busy diner, filled with people talking and waitresses rushing through the cramped tables. I look around the room, spying families in booths and kids with their friends in tables chatting.

"Welcome to Blue's Diner," a voice chirped from behind a small counter. "A table for five?"

"No, we're actually here with some people," Uncle Jake replied. "They should be around here somewhere…There they are."

I look to where Uncle Jake is pointing to see the rest of my family in a large table at the back. They must have arrived here before us. My eyes go immediately to Puck who is busy dumping salt and pepper onto the table. I watch as Pinocchio scolds him, and then Puck says something back that puts a look of horror on Pinocchio's face.

"You're the other part of that group?" the waitress asks and without waiting for a reply, sets off to the table. We all follow her, weaving between people and tables.

When we reach the table, I sit down as far as possible, settling in a seat between Granny Relda and Uncle Jake. The waitress hands out menus and disappears. I glance at mine, even though I already know what I'm going to get. It's just so I can have something to do other than think about Puck. I can't get the stupid boy out of my head. It's awful.

I keep wondering whether what Uncle Jake said about Puck was true. Could he have changed so far as to be kind and helpful? Perhaps even nice? It seemed unlikely, but stranger things have happened. I live in Ferryport Landing after all.

"Puck do you miss it?" I hear Daphne asking.

"Traveling around Europe?" Puck replied with a grin. "Yeah, of course."

"Well, I'm sure you're at least a little happy about being home," Mom joined in.

"Sure I'm happy, I've been going five years without a proper meal!"

"Why don't you feed him, Jacob?" Granny Relda scolds.

"I feed him," Uncle Jake protested.

Puck snorted, "His idea of food is sandwiches and boxed mac and cheese."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was supposed to be feeding the Queen of England."

"I need a lot of food," Puck replied. "I'm always hungry."

Uncle Jake snorted, "That I can agree on. He doesn't stop growing."

Puck glared at him, "It's not my fault I'm older. Blame in on Grimm." I glare at Puck as I feel my cheeks go red.

"It's not my fault," I complain.

"Sure, it is," Puck replied, waving a fork in my direction. "Who else would I have caught this 'puberty' virus from?" I sigh and slump in seat, there's no point in explaining to him.

"Anyway," Mom says, steering the conversation away from me, "we're all glad you're back."

"Not me," I mumbled under my breath, but no one hears me. Or perhaps everyone is just ignoring me.

"We all missed you and Jacob," Mom continued.

"I know you all must have been so incredibly sad to not be in my presence all the time," Puck said and I snort, trying to stop a fit of laughter. "But do not fear, I am back."

"You missed us, right?" Daphne asked.

"Of course, I missed you Marshmallow." He gave Daphne an affectionate pat on the head.

"And the rest of us?" Granny Relda asked, smiling kindly at the faerie.

"Yeah, yeah I missed all of you." Puck looked straight at me and smirked. "Most of all Sabrina."

I nearly choke on the water I've just sipped. I start coughing and it takes a few seconds before I can breathe properly again. Luckily, it seems that I'm not the only one who's shocked. My dad looks like he's about to strangle Puck and my mom is desperately trying to hold him back. Uncle Jake is shaking with laughter and Granny Relda and Mr. Canis look like their trying to hold it in.

I finally glance at Puck to see that he's smirking at the mess he's created. Typical.

"Why would you miss me, Faerie Boy?" I ask. "I certainly didn't miss you. In fact, it's been rather nice not having to see you for the past couple of years." It's a lie, but hopefully no one else can figure that out.

I watch as hurt flickers across his face, and I immediately feel awful. But then it disappears as he grins at me. "How could I not have missed you? I had to go a full five years without pranking someone! Whose life could I have humiliated? Made awful?"

I blow out a breath of air. Of course this is why he missed me. How foolish I had been of thinking that he might have actually cared that I wasn't around him.

Heat appears on my cheeks, but I refuse to feel embarrassed. I said I didn't miss him either, anyway. I think back to his face, at the hurt that had appeared when I said that. It wasn't fair. He couldn't feel hurt when I said the exact same thing that he had said to me.

Then why did I feel guilty?

"You had Uncle Jake," I point out.

"I can't prank him, he'd refuse to feed me!"

"True," Uncle Jake says. "It's the only reason we managed to be near each other for so long." Puck grins at him as the waitress returns to take our orders.

I order and collect my menu to hand back to the waitress and freeze. The waitress had paused by Pucks chair, standing unusually close for strangers. Puck looked relaxed as he chatted with her. I watch as he says something that makes the waitress shriek with high pitched laughter. My stomach drops and I feel suddenly queasy.

I know I should look away, but I don't. I watch as the waitress places a hand on Puck's shoulder when she's done laughing and replies to him. He gives a small chuckle and says something else. I watch and wait for him to dismiss her, but he doesn't. He also doesn't tell the waitress to remove her hand from his shoulder.

I watch and wait for it to happen, but it doesn't. The waitress comes even closer and leans down to whisper something in Puck's ear. I can't see what his face shows, but I'm positive he's smirking.

The waitress straightens up and walks around the table to collect the menus. I look around the table to see if anyone else saw what happened with Puck and the girl, but no one else seems to have noticed. Or perhaps no one cares but me.

When the waitress comes for my menu, I want to hit her on the head with it. Instead, I silently give it her, looking down at my napkin.

"I'm going to the washroom," I mumble, not bothering to see if anyone heard me and get up from my seat. I walk to the bathroom which luckily is just a single one. I lock myself in it and cross the short distance to the mirror.

What was Puck doing with that girl? Maybe he was helping her with something. A voice in my head scoffs. With what? it asks.

I feel foolish. I know what Puck was doing with that girl. He was flirting. And apparently good at it by the looks the girl was giving him. But why would the waitress want to flirt with Puck? Maybe he's hot, but once she actually talked to him she should have figured out that he's rude and childish.

But that's not what it looked like.

I knew it even though I wished to deny it. The girl liked Puck and for whatever reason Puck seemed to like that girl. But why did it bother me?

It shouldn't bother me. Who cares if Puck wants to flirt with every girl in Ferryport Landing? I certainly don't care. He can go ahead and sleep with all of them and I won't even bat an eye.

But the funny thing is, I know I'm lying. I, for whatever reason, care. I care that Puck is sweet to random girls whereas he calls me names. I care that he flirts with them and not me. I care that he sees them as worthy of his time whereas I am nothing more than a victim to taunt. I care most of all that it gets to me.

Because it shouldn't.

I shouldn't be feeling these things. I shouldn't be mad at Puck for talking to a waitress. I shouldn't want to hit the waitress for flirting at him. I certainly shouldn't feel jealous. Because there's nothing between Puck and me and there never was. It was just a stupid crush a million years ago and I should forget it ever existed. Just like Puck.

I unlock the door and stomp out the washroom and back to the table. I shove myself back into my seat, not looking at anyone at the table.

"Liebling," Granny Relda says to me, "I was starting to get worried you'd drowned yourself in there. I was going to send a search party!"

"I'm fine, Granny," I reply. Granny Relda frowns at me, seeing through my lie.

"Is everything okay?"

I plaster a fake smile on my face. "Yeah, everything is great. I'm really happy that Uncle Jake and Puck are home."

"Uh-huh," Granny Relda replied like she can see through my lie. Thankfully she doesn't push it. "Did you have a good day at school?"

I shrug, "I got a lot of homework."

"On the first day of school?" I nod glumly, thinking about the math questions I had to do for tomorrow.

"You go to school, Grimm?" Puck asks from down the table.

I slowly look over at him. At his wide green eyes and tousled blond hair. It's grown longer while he's been away, so it falls onto his forehead in messy curls. "Most people go to school instead of hunting magical objects," I say.

"Schools awful. You should quit."

I shrug, "I don't really think it's up to me."

"It's not," Dad says with a pointed look in my direction.

I answer a couple more of Granny Relda's questions, but it must be pretty clear I don't feel like talking because she stops asking. Soon the food comes and we all dig in. I make sure not to look at the waitress as she hands me my macaroni and cheese.

We all eat and chat and soon I find myself forgetting about Puck and joining in the conversation. It's so easy to laugh at Uncle Jakes jokes and tease Daphne that I'm smiling and happy by the end of the dinner. We all get up after dessert and head to the door.

"I forgot my coat," I tell my mother when we reach the door. I weave my way back to our table and collect my coat, slipping it on. As I head back to the door, I see that Puck has stopped beside it, talking to the waitress. She hands him a napkin, probably her number written on it.

I try not to feel jealous as I head toward them. "Grimm, hurry up," Puck calls to me and I increase my pace. As I reach Puck, ready to scold him for yelling across the room, he sticks out his foot and I trip.

I clumsily fall to the floor and to my embarrassment, stumble into a waiter. We both go toppling down, the drink's the waiter had been holding splashing onto us. One of the glasses breaks and glass goes everywhere. The conversation stops in the restaurant and everyone turns to look at us. Me and the waiter on the floor, Puck in silent giggles beside us.

"I-I'm so s-sorry," I stammer. I know my cheeks are flaming red as I stand up. Water and what I hope is cranberry juice stains my shirt. The waiter stands up as well and glares at me.

"It's fine," he grumbles and retrieves a mop behind the counter.

"I'm sorry," I mumble again and turn to the door. I smile sweetly at the still laughing Puck and grab him by the arm, dragging him out the door.

When we're alone on the street, I turn and glare at him. He's stopped laughing but looks amused. I growl and hit him on the chest with my hands.

"Ow, ow!" Puck says, but I think he's more amused than actually hurt. The thought makes me hit him harder, banging my fists on his chest.

"Why did you do that!" I yell. "It was so embarrassing."

"Aww, I was just having a little bit of fun. Don't be so serious, Grimm."

"That-was-not-fun," I reply, hitting his chest with each word. "What about that waiter? And look at my shirt."

"It was never that nice anyway." I stop and glare at Puck who has enough decency to wince. I continue my hitting until Puck grabs my wrists and pins them to his chest. I have a feeling it's more out of annoyance than actual pain.

We stay there for a couple second, my hands in Pucks against his chest, until I remember who I'm standing with and yank my hands from him. Without another glance at Puck, I turn around and march to the car.

I loved writing a jealous Sabrina. It was so much fun!

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