Dear loyal followers,

Here's the next chapter of The Everafters. I don't own Michael Buckley, or any characters that may appear in Sisters Grimm, yadda, yadda, yadda

Peace,

Ciara xxx

Chapter 10

Sabrina weaved her way through the crowd, occasionally stopping to talk to a friend or classmate. But her sister's words seemed to boom over the music, filtering through every sound. Come to think of it, why did Puck ask her to the dance? It could've been a bet with his friends... but the way he made sure nothing could interrupt. How his eyes were filled with utter focus. And his voice. When she said no.

She shook her head as if to clear it. She had to find him; apologise for not explaining properly. Just then, she bumped into someone.

"Oh, God! I'm so sorry-" then she realised who she'd walked into. "Hey!"

The blond boy looked up- he hadn't aged as much as Sabrina or Puck; he seemed around thirteen- and grinned. "Sabrina; hi!"

"I haven't seen you in ages! What was it- four, five years?"

He shrugged. "I saw you up on stage, you were great."
"Thanks, but I don't think I'm the reason you're here though." she smirked at him.

The blush that heated his face could've roasted marshmallows. "What? What are you- who would I- why does everyone- ugh. Have you seen her?"

"Yeah, but she kinda yelled at me. Think she went to talk to the DJ."

"What did she yell at you for?"

"Turning down Puck. I couldn't go with him without revealing that." she gestured at the stage. "But he went before I could explain that I wasn't taking someone. I'm trying to find him so I can apologise."

A grin spread across his face. "Then why are you still talking to me? Go find him!"

She gave the boy a mock salute as she carried on through the throng of students, searching for the blond Trickster King.

Puck was going insane. Yes, the Trickster King was officially losing it. Narissa was talking and talking, and then Grimm had to go and sing that song and mess up his head even more. Narissa wasn't his girlfriend. But Sabrina liked him? That went against all laws of life… or something like that. But he realised now that there was no guy. She must've wanted to go alone for some reason.

The Everafters walked off stage, and Puck desperately wanted to go over to her, apologise for storming off like a child- yes, he was actually thinking about saying sorry. He made to move away, but the 'double B', as Jonas had accurately called her, dragged him into another long conversation about soccer and whether soccer sets- team, he mentally corrected her. A soccer team- had cheerleaders. Puck thought this night couldn't get any worse.

But it did.

Suddenly, Narissa's eyes flicked to focus on something else, but were back on Puck too quick for him to be sure. The platinum blonde smiled a devious, untrustworthy smile that only appeared on the face of a queen bee when plotting something. Then she leaned in towards Puck. And kissed him.

Sabrina finally spotted him, talking to Narissa with his back to her. She was about to call out to him, when Narissa strangely stopped talking. And kissed him.

Her lips tasted like perfume. Overwhelming, expensive, perfume that simply screamed fake. The way her lips crushed his, it was wrong. Wrong in every sense. It was like kissing a sister that you hated, or kissing a random stranger in the street. It was just wrong. He shoved her backwards, but not far enough for anyone to notice. There was less than a foot between them.

But then, he heard unsteady footsteps, and the sound of table legs scratching across a polished floor. And he turned.

Sabrina.

He hadn't cared for her. He hadn't really wanted to ask her to the ball. They probably planned it together. Because neither of them liked her, and didn't care about her.

He didn't care.

Her vision blurred, and she stumbled backwards, her legs hitting a nearby table. She realised that the two of them had turned to face her. Oh God.

She ran. She ran through the crowd, shoving people out of the way. She could hear him calling. Calling her name. But she didn't stop.

She reached the doors and forced one open; she stepped out into Charming Square, a square stretch of green grass, quite like a mini park. On the perimeter of the road surrounding it, there was the Town Hall, the library, the only mall in town, and a few separate shops.

Sabrina started sprinting down the steps, but only made it down a couple before she was yanked back. Someone had grabbed her wrist. She shut her eyes. She didn't want to talk to him.

"Sabrina, I can explain-" He only realised until after he'd said it that he'd called her by her first name. But it wasn't the time for image.

"Leave me alone, Goodfellow." She tried to wrench her wrist free, but the faerie kept it in a vice-like grip. In fact he pulled her back up the steps to where he stood so they were both on level ground.

"I want to-"

"No! You won't do anything!" She struggled, trying to punch him, but it was useless; he had hold of her good arm.

"I didn't kiss Narissa, she kissed me!" Puck grabbed hold of her other arm and forced her to face him. But she kept her eyes shut and turned her head away. And that hurt him.

"But you didn't resist, did you?" she yelled, even though they were less than a metre away from each other. "It's all a game to you, isn't it?"

Puck blinked. Okay, now he was confused. "What the hell are-"

"Do I look like a toy, Puck?" she opened her eyes- her goddamn gorgeous blue eyes that made Puck feel like he was drowning and burning at the same time- and glared at him through her tears. "Do I look like something you can simply take and toss around? Do I look like some ugly doll that you can throw in the trash when you're sick of it?"

"That's not-"

"True? Oh I think it is. You've been tossing me around for six years, Puck! Treating me like an ugly ragdoll for six freakin' years!" And she broke down. "It hurt," she whispered, staring at the floor. "All those names you called me, every prank, every jab... It hurt, Puck."

Unexpectedly, she felt a hand- a calloused but gentle hand catch her chin. He lifted her head up delicately until she had no choice but to meet his eyes. Green on blue.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice as soft as hers. "I've hurt you. I didn't see it most of the time, being the- what do you normally say?- pig-headed jerk that I am, but I hurt you." Sabrina blinked, causing more tears to spill over. "But that wasn't what I was objecting to when I said that it wasn't true."

Sabrina looked at him in bewilderment.

"You're not ugly." And he kissed her.