Sabrina was back in the shower, continuing to attempt to scrub the smelly glue out of her hair. She didn't think the running water helped that much with getting it all out, but showers calmed her down. After her most recent encounter with Puck, her temper had flared to the point where she almost threw another tantrum, so the shower was greatly needed.
Puck she thought. The name itself was enough to get her worked up.
She then realized she had combed so much that her scalp hurt and a small clump of blonde hair had gathered at the drain. She decided she was done in the shower today. Turning off the water and grabbing a towel, she dried herself off partially, planning to finish drying in her room where she would get dressed. She opened the door only to fall on the ground, her second unexpected encounter in the hallway that day. Except this time, it was she underneath, and Puck on his hands and knees over her.
She kneed him in the stomach.
"Oof!" He groaned, rolling over on his side.
Sabrina got up, as quickly as she could without revealing herself, and rushed into her bedroom across the hall.
Puck lay on the ground a bit longer for a multitude of reasons; mainly because he was still regaining his breath, but also because he was utterly embarrassed by what had just happened, and he was absolutely positive Sabrina would hate him even more for that small accident. Once he finally caught his breath (Sabrina had one hell of a kick), he got up and knocked on her door, preparing to apologize. He realized, only too late, there was little possibility of his apology being accepted, and high possibility for her fist to be accepted into his gut.
When the door swung open, very forcefully he noted, Sabrina was standing there, angry-faced and fully clothed, just as she should be. He smiled nervously and made a conscious attempt to not look at her, anywhere, and in any way whatsoever.
"I'm, um, sorry about that." He said. He found it extremely difficult to talk about what just happened while also not thinking about it, and he blushed. Then he remembered he should prepare himself to be socked in the stomach, and casually crossed his arms over his belly.
"It-" Sabrina started. Puck flinched, sure his tummy should've been tussled already, but then noticed her expression wasn't even sour. "It's ok." She continued. "Why did you just flinch?"
"I was expecting your fist in my abdomen by about now. But you're actually accepting my apology?" He gazed at her, confused and worried.
"You actually mean your apology?" She began, in a sarcastic tone. "Of course it's fine. It was a complete accident, I'm not ridiculous." Puck huffed. Sabrina scowled. "But that absolutely doesn't mean I forgive you for everything else that's gone on this week!" Her tone changed from normal to aggressive, and with that, she slammed the door in his face.
Puck knocked on the door again. Through his swirling emotions, one thing stood out; he wanted Sabrina to forgive him. But when Sabrina screamed at him to go away, he figured it was time to give up and let her be, and hopefully she would calm down a bit. Puck laughed internally and scolded himself, Sabrina doesn't calm down until she gets her way. Time wouldn't do anything. He just had to figure out what she wanted. He decided to figure out later. It was dinner time.
After dinner he headed up to his room. He stopped at Sabrina's door. It was late and Sabrina hadn't come down to eat, and he was a little worried. He ran back down the steps and prepared a plate of the most normal food from dinner and rushed back upstairs. He knocked on the door.
"Go away, Puck." Sabrina said, only guessing it was him.
"You need to eat." He responded. "I don't care how much you'll be eating tomorrow, but you need to eat something now."
Sabrina sighed, but other than that, stayed silent. A few minutes later she went to check the door, hoping Puck would be gone. He wasn't. Puck held the plate out to her. She sighed again and took it, shutting the door behind her. As she shut the door, she heard him tell her to sleep well and that he'd see her tomorrow. She ignored it and picked at the food. After eating, she put the plate down and fell into a sweet, dreamless sleep.
A/N: IM SO SORRY THAT THIS ISNT A THANKSGIVING UPDATE. ILL DO ONE TOMORROW.