I DO NOT OWN SISTER'S GRIMM!

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Chapter 10!

Sabrina's POV

What was Steve doing here? Oh yeah…he goes to school here.

I was about to scream bloody murder but Steve put his hand over my mouth.

"If you are smart, then you'll do what I tell you to do." Steve whispered in my ear

Ok, just so you know, usually I would punch a guy if they ever did this. I wouldn't even think twice about nailing him in his…yeah. But from the experience I had with Steve, I'm really freaked out. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. And it still really scares me. So if you don't get it, Steve really, really terrifies me.

So I never told you what Steve looked like…

Sure, he is kind of hot, but he has that 'player' look to him. You know what I mean?

He is about six foot and is kind of built. He plays football. He has blonde hair that is short and spiked.

Girls are usually attracted to him and I've never seen a girl reject him, mainly because he goes for the girls that he knows for sure will fall for him, which are the sluts.

Yeah…that pretty much describes him. And don't worry, his looks don't affect of how I view him.

But I'm not a slut…and I rejected him…so why would he go after me?

Oh…I forgot to mention…he like challenges…and he likes winning. That answers my question…

Steve had one hand on my mouth while his other arm but wrapped roughly around my waist. He practically carried me down the hall, while I was frozen in fear. I saw where he was headed…he was headed to an empty closet. I knew from previous experience that he was way stronger than me. If I tried to fight back, it wouldn't do too much, except get him annoyed. I started shaking with fear.

He carried me into a closet and closed the door once he was inside the closet. I looked at the closet doors. They were really thick. Someone could only hear me scream if they were passing by this door.

"W-what are you doing?" I barely managed out.

"I'm just finishing what I started the other day. I know that your little friend, Robin, hit me with a metal bar. I have it on tape. We were so rudely interrupted by him. You better tell him to watch out, because I'm coming after him." Steve said.

I just stared at him in shock and in fear. He had it on tape? I was hoping that he wouldn't know what had happened and would forget the last hour or so.

Steve stepped forward and pinned me to the wall, like he had done the other day.

"Just so you know, if you do what I tell you to do, then things will be a whole lot easier." Steve whispered in my ear. His hands started traveling up and down my back. Then, he slid his hand down to the back of my thigh and put it around his hip.

"Steve, stop it." I said, trying to push him away.

"Last chance, Sabrina. If you do what I say then this is going to be real easy." Steve said.

"Get away from me!" I practically screamed. I was tired of this dude.

"You want to play that way? Fine." Steve said.

Steve pinned me down to the ground so that he was on top of me.

"Get off me you creep!" I yelled at him. I was really scared, but I was trying not to be.

Before I knew it, he was trying to take off my shirt. I was trying to nail him in the balls but my legs and arms were pinned down. If only I could get to my phone to at least call someone…I then had a good idea.

I leaned my head up and started kissing Steve. It was disgusting. He totally forgot about pinning me down and started kissing me back. His hands then went for my shirt. Crap…I hadn't thought of what I was going to do if this happened. I really need to get to my phone to call someone without him knowing. I was starting to freak out. I tried to not let my mind wander to what Steve might do.

Steve lifted me up, pinned me to the wall, and started to take off my shirt again. I let him…man I hope my plan works…Oh dang it…I'm wearing my red lacy bra today…this sucks. This really sucks.

He got my shirt off and thought that I was really into this. He wasn't pinning my hands or anything, he was just pushing me against a wall. I wrapped one of my arms around his neck while my other hand went into my pocket. I pulled out my phone without him noticing and pressed and held down 3.

Yes, I'm calling Puck. And yes, he is on my speed dial. You don't know how many times this has come in handy. So don't judge me.

I was hoping that he would answer. I looked at my phone again.

CALL ENDED said my screen. Oh crap… I called him again. This time I'm pretty sure he picked up. He probably had time to get out of the classroom because he saw that I had called him…hopefully.

Steve was still really into this and hadn't noticed that I had pulled out my phone.

"Steve, stop." I said, trying to make it loud enough for my phone to hear. The timer for the amount of time I'm on the phone was still going so I'm guessing Puck had picked up his phone.

"Come on, babe." Steve said, kissing my neck now. I was really disgusted…again.

"Get off!" I said, pushing him away. This time, he wasn't expecting it so he stumbled back into the door and banged his head. He looked shocked, then mad. He then swung back his hand and slapped me across the face. Hard.

"Oh shit…"I said, tears coming to my eyes. Ok, I only cuss when I'm extremely hurt or extremely mad.

Steve came really close to me.

"If you ever do that again, I'm going to knock you unconscious." Steve said in a threatening voice. Tears were about to slide down my face. I couldn't cry in front of him. He was take advantage of it and know he was winning this fight.

I quickly remembered that I still had Puck on the phone. I needed to tell him where I was somehow.

"Let me out of this closet." I said, my voice shaking. I was shaking with fear. My cheek still stung like hell from his slap. Tears were about to go down my face.

"I'm not letting you out until I'm done with you." Steve said. "Is that clear?"

I never got to answer because suddenly, we heard footsteps from outside. Steve put his hand around my mouth.

"Do not make a sound. You hear me?" Steve whispered into my ear.

I was hoping that Puck was outside the closet door. I screamed but it was slightly muffled me Steve's hand.

"I said, don't talk." Steve said. He took my arm and twisted it behind my back in a painful way.

Bright light then filled the closet. Standing in the doorway of the closet was Puck.

I was so glad he had found me but I was also scared because I was still in Steve's hands. I tried to break free but Steve only twisted my arm farther behind my back.

The look on Puck's face was confusing. At first he looked really worried, but then he looked really mad.

Puck suddenly lunged at Steve. Steve was so surprised by the surprise attack that he let go of me and tried to defend himself. The fight turned into a fist fight. It was pretty quiet because neither of them wanted the teachers to hear them and get involved.

Puck was probably going to be blamed for the fight since he is such a trouble maker. It wouldn't take that much convincing from Steve to convince that Puck started the fight. Trust me, the teachers do not like Puck and would blame him in a heartbeat for something someone else did.

Steve was winning the fight right now and had Puck pushed up the lockers. He was punching Puck repeatedly.

I couldn't take it anymore so I grabbed Steve by the back of his shirt and pulled him back. Puck took advantage of this and tackled Steve to the ground and punched him again and again.

After he was sure Steve was unconscious, he got up and looked at me. By now, the tears had already escaped my eyes. And I was still in my bra. I put my head in my hands and started crying. I tried to stop but my breath just came out in hiccups. I didn't want to cry in front of Puck, but here I was, crying in front of him.

I suddenly felt two arms wrap around me. I cried into Puck's shoulder and I was so embarrassed since I was in my bra and I was crying in front of him. This day sucked.

Puck's POV

I felt horrible for Sabrina.

When I got there, Grimm was in her bra and looked like she was going to cry. It looked like she had been slapped and her hair was all messed up.

I was mad that Steve had done this to her so I punched the living shit out of him. Who does he think he is? Doing this to Grimm. At first, I was losing the fight, but Grimm pulled him back. After this, I knocked him out unconscious.

I looked at Grimm to see tears were streaming down her face. As soon as I looked at her, she turned her head away. I could tell she was ashamed to be crying in front of me. She doesn't like to cry in front of anyone, really.

She put her hands in her face and started sobbing. She tried to stop, but this only made her hiccup in a crying way.

I slowly walked over to her and put my arms around her. She cried into my shoulder for a couple minutes. I went into the closet and grabbed her shirt and gave it to her. She immediately put it on. I went to the office to tell them that Sabrina was sick and that I was taking her home. I then guided her out to the parking lot and got her into the car.

"Are you okay?" I asked. What a dumb question. Of course she wasn't okay.

"I mean, sorry. That was a stupid question." I said.

"Yeah, it was." I heard Grimm say in between sobs.

I put my arm around her in a comforting way.

My mind then went to the bet. I was only doing this because of the bet, right? I wasn't actually being nice on purpose. Was I?

Ok, I was. This had nothing to do with the freakin' bet. So maybe I did feel bad for Grimm. Maybe I was actually caring. So what? I can do what I want.

After about ten minutes, I had to say something. Ten minutes of silence is too awkward.

"Do you…want to talk about it?" I asked, not sure what to say.

Grimm's sobs had quieted down and I could tell that she had, for the most part, stopped crying.

"Maybe…" Grimm said.

I'll take that as a yes.

"Well…what happened?" I asked.

It was another five minutes until she answered. She put her hands in her lap and looked down at them while speaking.

"I was walking down the hallway and I felt someone grab me from behind. It was Steve." Grimm said.

"Why didn't you scream, or do something?" I asked. It wasn't like Grimm to just deal with things. She doesn't think twice about punching a guy in the face.

"I don't know…" Sabrina mumbled, "I guess I was…scared." She mumbled the last word very quietly so I could barely make it out.

I didn't say anything so she continued.

"He dragged me into a closet and said that if I was smart, I'd do what he wanted me to do. He started…kissing me and doing things. I told him to stop but he wouldn't. He pinned me to the wall so I couldn't do anything. I got an idea to call you but he had to be distracted. He took my shirt off and I called you." Grimm paused, "I pushed him into the door and he slapped me."

I could tell by the way Grimm was saying this that she was ashamed that she didn't try to fight back that much.

"I heard footsteps outside and I thought it was you so I screamed. This made him twist my arm behind my back. And then you showed up…So yeah…"

"Wow…" I said, shocked. I knew that she hadn't told me everything he had done, but still, it sounded like she had gone through a lot.

She didn't say anything for a while. I looked up at her and realized that she was staring at me.

"What?" I asked, not in a rude way.

"Thank you." Grimm said.

"Anytime." I said. I put the car in drive and drove back to the house. When we got home, the Old Lady asked why we were home. I said that there was an incident at school. I'm figured that the Old Lady guessed from Grimm's puffy eyes and red face that something bad had happened.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The Old Lady asked.

"No." Grimm said, shaking her head. Interesting…she talked about it with me, but not with the Old Lady.

I was thinking of turning back into my regular self and calling her ugly or something rude, but I decided that it was too soon for that.

The Old Lady said that she had to run to the store and she would be back in about two hours. Jake was also out for the day (doing who knows what) so it was just Grimm and me at the house. Granny left and we stood there awkwardly.

Grimm had stopped crying and could speak normally again. I think she was starting to calm down.

I sat down on the couch and Grimm sat next to me. She sat a little too close if you know what I mean. I don't know if she was out of it or what, but for some reason, she rested her head on my shoulder. I had no clue what to do.

"Um…" I said.

"Shut up. I'm out of it and confused and tired and stressed. Don't make any comments about me wanting you, because that has nothing to do with this. I will punch you in the face if you make any sarcastic comment about this." She said.

Well that shut me up.

I turned on the TV and Tom and Jerry was playing. This show has no point to it what-so-ever. But it's fun to watch.

"Why are you being nice to me?" Grimm blurted out.

"What, do you want me to be mean to you and pull pranks?" I asked.

"No…but it's just not…like you." Grimm said.

"Oh, come on. You've seen me be nice before. It's not that big of a deal." I said.

"Yeah, but those moments only last for about ten to fifteen minutes. It's been about two hours, and you're still being nice to me." Grimm said.

"I'm not some heartless dude, you know. I can be nice when I want to." I said.

Grimm didn't say anything for a while so we just sat there in awkward silence.

"I know." Grimm said after about twenty minutes of silence.

Sabrina's POV

The rest of the day was really long. And awkward. I had everyone asking me what had happened. Did people not get that I didn't want to talk about it?

I went upstairs at 11:00 P.M. to go get ready for bed when Peter came up to me.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked.

"Well, I don't know if I'm okay, but I know I'm better than I was before." I said.

"So…what exactly happened?" Peter asked me. Ugh…

"Listen…I really don't want to talk about it." I said, hoping to convince him.

"It's okay, you can tell me. Seriously, what happened? I know it has something to do with that Steve dude. I saw him lying on the floor at school unconscious with blood on his face. It's got to be related to that. Did you punch him or something?" Peter asked.

"Peter. I really don't want to-" I started.

"Or did he do something to you that cause you to punch him?" Peter interrupted me.

"Peter. Stop asking. I'm not going to tell you. I really, really don't want to talk about it." I said.

"Oh come on, Sabrina. I won't tell anyone. I just want to know. Besides, you told Puck. Why can't you tell me?" Peter asked.

"So that's what this is about? You can't accept the fact that Puck knows something that you don't?" I said.

"Well…kind of. I mean, I kind of deserve to know. I have been nicer to you than he has. If he knows something that I don't, I deserve to know what it is no matter what it is."

"So…this whole 'I'm nice' thing is an act? You think that you're more important than Puck?" I was mad.

"No, Sabrina-" Peter started.

"Shut up, asshole." I said, storming off into my room and slamming it in Peter's face.

Like I said, I only swear when I get angry.

Puck's POV

Well…little did they know that I heard every word of that conversation.

Am I winning the bet?

I think so…

No cliff hanger this time! Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than the others.

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