A/N: I was dead tired, Kitty. My laptop didn't even tell me I had done anything wrong. I'll remember that though. Usually I can spell anything (FYI: Nicknames I have: Auto Correct and "The Walking Dictionary").

I FINALLY GOT MY OREOS!!! YAY OREOS!!!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Lexabella/Sabrina POV

As soon as I jumped back to my room I opened the contents of the bag I had taken from the Grimm household. In it were numerous pictures with captions and dates on the back, a locket with a picture of the little Grimm girl and me in it, a digital camera with a few short videos, and a few birthday cards.

I picked up one of the pictures first. It was on with me surrounded by the oldest Grimm woman (I think daddy said her name was Relda.), the little girl, the Fairy, Charming, and the old man who appeared to be Max's father. I started to cry at the thought. I thought he had actually cared about me! God, what kind of loser was I? Max had played me. He knew I had connections. He knew he could use me to find his dad.

And brining up my arm… That was completely my fault he mauled me! He had told me not to come and watch him hunt, but I did anyway. How was he supposed to control it?

I turned the picture over to see the caption. 'Sabrina's Twelfth Birthday.' Wow. That girl did look a lot like me. I put the pictures aside and decided to play one of the videos.

Video:

"Come on Grimm!" Goodfellow called.

"Not a chance in hell Puck." The girl who looked like me, Sabrina, answered. The girl who sounded like me…

"Why not, 'Brina? It's Marshmallow this time, not you. I'd think you'd be pleased with this."

Sabrina turned on him. "As funny as that would be, Daphne's mad at me enough already. Find someone else to help you."

Puck (Who was holding the camera) set the video recorder on a ledge, grabbed Sabrina's arm and flung her around so they were barely two inches apart.

"How about now?" He whispered seductively. She apparently stepped on his foot and, when he bent down, shoved her knee into his face.

"OW!" He yelled, blood trickling from his nose.

"Try that again, Fairy Boy, I dare you."

Then the video ended.

They had pictures of me. They had videos of me. Christ, they had memories of me! Either they were on hallucinogenics, or Daddy was lying.

Puck POV

It had been three days since the incident with Max and 'Brina. Max had been sitting at a table all by himself, getting dirty looks from the rest of his previous group. He was a bigger outsider than us.

And we were BIG outsiders.

The bell rang. Our next class was history. Apparently, we were getting a big project today.

Oh boy!

As soon as we were seated in class, our teacher, Mrs. Arachnid (AKA Ms. Muffet, The Crack Job, Physco, really, anything you can come up with.) told us about some history project that involved a this and a that, with a little of 'I wish you would shut the hell up Toby!'

"Alright then," Mrs. Arachnid gave a small smile. "Onto partners then, shall we? All right. April and Zeke, Max and Daphne, Nathaniel and Bridget, Puck and Lexabella…"
I was the first to complain. "Excuse me? I'm a Follower! I can't work with…. With… With that!"

I turned and saw Lexa looked somewhat dejected. Gah! What was I thinking? She was Sabrina! Not Lexa, not Bella, and definitely not Lexabella!

But she looked dejected?

Could she have actually wanted to work with me?

Then I saw the smirk spread across her face.

"You wish, Goodfellow." She said.

She was a Reader too! For crying out loud…

"No duh I'm a Reader." She said again.

How could I even have remotely liked this freak of nature? You know, besides the brains and the attitude… Not to mention the body…

Sabrina/Lexabella began to turn red.

Gah! Puck, you stupid Fairy! She can Read you! Stop thinking…

"Oh, that'll be a stretch." She replied, again, sarcastically.

"Ms. Sara, Mr. Goodfellow, are you two done your private conversation? If so, tough luck Puck, you're screwed for this project."

I repeat. DAMN FREE FOOD!

(Still PPOV, scene change.)

"Puck, we can't have a Scarlet member here, especially not her!" Every Grimm in the entire household was yelling at me.

"Look, it's not like I had much of a choice!"

"You could've called us!" Yelled Veronica.

"In the middle of class? Yeah, that'd go over well with Mrs. Crack Job." The door bell rang.

"Shh everyone! She's here." Granny Relda said quietly. I sighed, went downstairs and opened the door. Sabrina was there, gorgeous as ever, holding a couple hard covered books in her hands.

Wait, did I think gorgeous?

Man, I hated teenage hormones. They sucked.

"Hello, may I come in? I believe that is the proper protocol for doing homework at your partners house." She said.

"O-oh, yeah." I mumbled feebly. She walked inside, and went up the stairs. She saw Veronica, eating saltines and drinking Ginger Ale.

"Hmm. Veronica, dear, for a woman of your condition, I'd go with a dry Ginger Ale, and top brand Saltines."

The old lady looked at her. "You'd recommend all that for a woman with a really bad flu?"

She giggled. "Pfft. is that what she told you? She was sick with a flu?" She looked around. "Well, then to answer your question, no. I'd recommend all that to a woman nearly two and a half months into her pregnancy (A/N: I meant to put in, Henry left, like, a month and a half after they woke up.) She said.

"You're pregnant! Does Henry know?" Relda yelled at Veronica.

"Of course he knows. I told him a few days before he left." She answered.

AS the two women started bickering, Sabrina started talking to me. "Well… I've stirred the pot enough as it is, why don't we go into your room and start working on the project?" She asked.

"S-sure." I answered.

God, why did she fluster me this much?

A/N: Sorry, I know, really bad ending, but it's really late, and I have to be up really early, so I had to cut it short. I'll try and update again tomorrow, kk?