Hey guys! Sorry that I took so long to update. I know it has taken a while. After such a long break it has been hard to get back into the habit of writing, even if I love it .
I also apologize for the short chapter. I had other plans for it, but as a I wrote, it felt wrong to write it the way I had originally planned.
But if you stay with me on this, the next chapter will be fantastic!
Enjoy!
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Excited with my discovery, I flew back to the house to show Sabrina what I had found. I hadn't gone and killed anything, I just found it. It was perfect! I couldn't wait to show it to her. Getting a reaction out of her was the best part of pranking her. I flew out of the trees, where the front yard started and about fell out of the sky. I had forgotten that Daphne was outside with a boy, a non-everafter. Keeping my wings a secret was a pain. Sometimes, I wished that humans didn't live in Ferry Port Landing. A few years ago, it had been that way for a short while. I shuddered at the thought of Mayor Heart. I take it back, she was awful. I just wanted the freedom to fly around as I pleased.
Instead of flying right for the house, I maneuvered myself towards the back of the house, where the backdoor was. This way, I wouldn't give the poor boy a heart attack. There were lights on in a few spots. Only the kids and Granny were home. All the adults were at work, from what I understood. They liked to work late. I didn't understand the desire to work, it sounded awful.
I landed by the back door and tried to open it, but it was locked and there wasn't a secret way of opening it, like the front door. The only way to open it was from the inside, much to my annoyance. I always forgot.
"Why?" I muttered, frustrated. I knocked, hoping someone would hear, but no one came. There was a light on in the study, so I turned toward the window to try and catch someone's attention. I looked through the window and saw Peter and Sabrina sitting on the couch. Perfect! I was about to knock on the window when I saw their hands. Peter was holding her hand. I felt my heart fall into my stomach. What was going on? I watched as they talked. Why wasn't Sabrina not moving her hand? This wasn't okay. I needed to do something. I lifted my hand to knock on the window and catch their attention when Peter leaned in and kissed her on the lips. My eyes widened in shock, as my stomach began to hurt.
I turned around because I couldn't watch any longer, I flew up to Daphne and Red's room, where a light was still on. I knocked on the window aggressively. Red was laying on her bed, but got up and opened the window when she saw me. I climbed in and walked past her through the door and into the hall. Her eyes had looked swollen, but I wasn't in the right mindset to ask if she was okay.
"You could've at least said thank you! Next time I won't let you in!" Red yelled from her room, followed by a door slam. What was her problem?
Once I got to my room, I slammed the door, frustrated. I didn't understand what was going on in and out of my mind. I had been kind to Sabrina all day and then goes and kisses the bane of my existence? My shock had now turned to anger, making my hands clench around the skull still in my hands. It reminded me of the pure happiness I had felt only a half an hour earlier, thinking of our future together. Hurt, I threw the skull into the nearby pond in my room.
My mind was running on full power, wandering everywhere. I didn't know what to do. Should I confront her? Or him? No. I needed to release my anger.
"Captain!" I yelled into the darkness of my room.
The next morning, I felt numb. I hadn't been able to sleep very well. All I could think about was the kiss. It wasn't on the cheek but on the lips. The girl of my dreams and my worst enemy. How could she do that to me? I went over the whole situation as I got ready for the day. Walking down the stairs in silence, I realized that the normal loud buzz was gone. Instead, the kitchen was surprisingly calm than was normally ensued most mornings. Sabrina was dishing up eggs for everyone, the bruise on her face very apparent. Peter was toasting bread with his good hand and handing them to the group at the table. He wore a cast on the arm that I had supposedly broken. Granny had taken him to the hospital some time last night after the kiss.
Seeing them work so well together made me scowl. I opened the fridge and pulled out the gallon of milk. I noticed that Sabrina was watching me, but I didn't care. I grabbed a bowl and cereal from the cupboard.
"Puck, I made you eggs." Sabrina pointed to the table, where an empty spot was with a full plate of steaming eggs and two buttered pieces of toast. It looked so good that it made my stomach growl. I was so tempted to sit down and eat, when the toaster popped up, catching my attention. I looked over at Peter who smiled at me. Suddenly, the memory of the kiss flashed through my mind. My anger resurfaced. The hunger I had felt just a second ago turned into feeling sick to my stomach.
"Not hungry," I muttered and returned the cereal, bowl, and milk into the cupboard. I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to pack my things up for school. Dizziness overcame me and I held onto the couch for support. What was happening?
"Are you okay?" Sabrina asked, startling me. I hadn't realized that she followed me from the kitchen.
"I'm fine," I growled, not making eye contact.
"No, you are not. You never refuse food!" She snapped. "What is up with you?"
"Nothing," I replied abruptly. Sabrina stared at me. After a moment, she spoke.
"Really?" She asked annoyed. "You're not going to talk to me?" When I gave no answer, she glared at me. "Fine! Don't talk to me!" Why was she angry? I had a right to be, she didn't. "I thought we were supposed to trust each other? Tell each other everything."
"TRUST?!" I shouted. I could barely contain my anger. How could she even use that! "You want to talk about trust?" I laughed at the irony. A look of shock and confusion crossed her face. I turned from her and grabbed my backpack, not even checking if I had everything I needed. I angrily swung one strap over my shoulder. I was flying to school. There was no way I was going on the bus with the fool who caused this problem.
"Puck, I-" Sabrina began.
"You know?" I interrupted her halfway to the door. "You should have thought about trust, our trust, when you decided to kiss my nemesis." Pure shock emanated from her face. "You think I didn't know? I saw you last night, through the window when I came home." I pointed at her. "Actually, I would like to know one thing." I could see tears forming in her eyes. I felt awful. I hated seeing her cry and hated myself even more for making her cry, but I needed to know. "Did you enjoy kissing him?" I watched her eyes widen in what looked like horror. Tears spilled down her cheek as she stayed silent.
"Oh," My heart dropped. "I see." I could feel the sting of my own tears threatening to spill. I turned and walked outside, slamming the door behind me. I didn't want to let her see me cry. I couldn't. Not after making her cry. I held onto my bag as I took off at a run. Letting my wings release, I took air. I didn't understand what was happening. Sabrina hadn't said anything, but her face did. It confused me. As I flew higher, I let my tears disappear in the wind.
"Robin!" I heard someone yell from behind me in the hallway. I turned around for a moment to see who it was. Peter was running down the hall towards me, his jacket flying behind him. Rolling my eyes, I turned and continued walking towards my next class. Avoiding people was harder than it seemed in the movies. Peter eventually caught up to me.
"Puck!" He hissed. I angrily glared at him, but kept silently walking. "What's your problem?" He whispered. "Why did you yell at 'Brina this morning?" I stopped dead in my tracks, which caused Peter to run into me from behind. The way he casually used her nickname made my hair stand up.
"Don't call her that!" I snapped at him. He looked confused.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"You don't deserve that privilege." I muttered before walking again.
"Puck!" He shouted. What was he thinking? Yelling my name out loud like that. People were beginning to stare. Frustrated, I lashed out and took a swing at Peter. My fist connected with his jaw. He stumbled backwards in surprise. I charged at him, grabbing his collar and shoved him up against the lockers.
"Don't you dare call me that here!" I seethed quietly. "- and don't you ever lay a hand on or kiss Sabrina ever again. She is mine." I angrily shoved him to the side, letting go of his collar. I began walking back down the hall, students clearing a way for me.
"Goodfellow! You stop right there! What on earth do you think you are doing?" I had gotten a good few feet down the hall before getting caught. I guess some things were too good to be true.
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After sitting in the principal's office for 15 minutes, being lectured about how awful it was to be physically attacking other students let alone ones with previous injuries.
When I arrived in my English class, Mrs. Nelson assigned me to group 2, by the windows. Great! Group work, just what I needed. Peter sat across the room holding ice to his jaw. When he noticed me watching him, he glared. I looked over at Sabrina, who was staring at Peter's broken arm. It seemed as though she was lost in thought. Her eyes were red and swollen. The sight of her looking so depressed made my heart twinge with guilt.
Not wanting to dwell on her state of being, I looked over at the people in my group. Fantastic, a group of only girls . Annie was one of the girls in my group. She looked worried, watching her best friend. As though she felt me staring at her, she turned and frowned at me. I felt my stomach drop. Why did her frown feel worse than Peter's glare?
I quickly looked out the window. The teacher talked on for a few minutes, explaining the group assignment we were about to do. My mind was all over the place. I couldn't focus. All I think about was Sabrina's eyes. It was obvious that she had been crying. Why did I feel guilty? She's the one who kissed Peter? Something didn't add up. But I couldn't just forgive and forget what had happened. Peter was my nemesis. She knew that, kissing him was a utter sign of betrayal in my book. My thoughts were interrupted by Annie slapping my arm.
"Pay attention!" She snapped. I soaked at her. Apparently, the teacher had stopped explaining the group work and we had already begun.
"Wait, what are we doing?" I asked, completely at a loss of what we're doing. Annie rolled her eyes.
"We are reading a section of J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan and analyzing it. Then we are supposed to present our analysis to the class in a creative way. Mrs. Nelson gave a few examples on the board." Annie explained. I glanced at the whiteboard. There were a few words scribbled down.
"Okay…" I said, still a little confused. The girls in the group were reading our scene out loud, so we could hear it, but both of us were too distracted to care.
"What did you do?" Annie accused.
"What makes you think that I did something?" I snarled, offended.
"Puck, no one else would be able to make her cry that hard. She won't even talk to me about what happened!" She whispered, worry laced her face. "Look at her. You can't lie and tell me that you had nothing to do with that." I felt like I had been hit in the gut. Sudden guilt flooded my senses. But I have a right to be angry! I tried to justify myself. Do you even know the whole story? It could all just be a misunderstanding. The voice of reason spoke in his mind.
"I don't know what to do." I whispered, my hand clenching at my shirt. I looked over at Sabrina. You caused her this pain. I felt the voice say again. Annie looked at me in confusion, but put a hand on my shoulder.
"Puck… please." She begged. "What happened this morning?"
"I.. I saw… Last night… they kissed." I muttered, not knowing how to put it in words. Annie's eyes widened. Her head shot towards Sabrina's direction.
"Wait. What? They kissed?" Annie asked, her eyes tearing up. "Are you sure?" I nodded. I watched as Annie stared at Brina. The tears in her eyes were on the verge of breaking free, to fall down her cheeks. I watched as she breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself down. "Why?" She whispered.
"I don't know." I said dejected. Her reaction also confused me. Why was she so upset about their kiss?
The rest of the class period went by quickly. We performed our scene, but it wasn't that good since Annie and I were both out of it. Once the bell rang, Annie walked over to Sabrina. They both seemed very emotional by the looks of what they were talking about. Sabrina looked as though she was trying to explain something to Annie, but Annie shook her head and left the room, tears streaming down her face.
I watched in horror as Sabrina dropped to the floor, as she began to cry.
