Heeeey! Thanks for reading ch 1, hope you enjoyed it. Please comment so that I know that this message is to some nonexistent person... ;)
Disclaimer: Jane was a nice girl. She did her homework, competed in sports, and never said a mean word to anybody. Her teachers loved her, and so did the other students. The moral of the story is: I do not own the Sisters Grimm series. Have a nice day.
**Sorry, I know that it's short!
Chapter 2
Puck ambushed Sabrina as she walked home. Taking in her t-shirt, which rose slightly above her waist when she reached up, and jean shorts, which she probably wouldn't want to get ruined. Too bad, Grimm. Operation Trickster King is a go. He let his wings fly and snatched her up.
In the sky, Sabrina screamed and punched him, as Puck shouted, "Stop! No! Stupid Grimm! I'll drop you if you keep doing that!"
She stopped immediately, then squeezed him as hard as he thought possible. "Now... I... can't... breathe!" He croaked, and she relented a little. Looking down, Sabrina whimpered. He realized that the sound was kind of cute, but blocked off the thought. She was about to get pranked...
Soaring around, Puck finally landed in front of the house. "Thanks." Sabrina said, looking surprised. Don't thank me yet, Puck thought with glee, Wait 'till you see what I have in store.
As she walked to the door, Sabrina scanned the area for traps or any notion that this would turn out as a prank. Finding nothing, she turned to the door, unlocked it (with the many keys and secret password), and walked inside... but only stepped into the living room as brown gunk spilled all over her. "Puuuuuuuuk!" She screeched.
"Oops." He said, looking innocent.
"What is the meaning of this?" Granny Relda stepped into the room looking bewildered. "Oh, Puck. Not again!"
Sabrina's face was red, and, though he would rather die than say it out loud, she was cute when angry. "Sorry, Old Lady..." He said, "But not sorry!" Puck flew out of the room laughing, leaving Sabrina and Relda to clean up his mixture of monkey poop, troll dandruff, and some sort of gooey plant.
Puck lay on his trampoline, looking up at his ceiling of stars. Somehow, he found his thoughts wandering to Sabrina. She was pretty, he had to admit. The way that she laughed - a sort of tinkling bell - made butterflies in his stomach. It made him angry to watch, unbeknownst to Sabrina, those guys wolf whistling at her in the hall. He felt protective, somehow. Still, Puck pushed the thoughts away. "I am the Trickster King!" He shouted, "I do not think about inferior girls!"
"Awww, too bad."
Puck jumped, then turned to see who the intruding voice was and found her. Red was leaning up against the doorway, her left eyebrow raised. "Sorry... thought you were someone else."
"Such as Sabrina?" The eyebrow again.
"N-no." He said, flustered. How can girls just tell like that?
"I came for some advice."
"Pranks?"
"You know me too well!" Red laughed. "Yeah, I need a few... ummm... ideas."
Finally, something I'm good at! He thought, frowning in concentration. "OK. The Trickster King is on it!"
At dinner, Puck was back to himself. He and Daphne both ate three bowls of some sort of variation on spaghetti and meatballs that Granny Relda had learned to make in Poland. By the end of dinner, Puck was ready for school the next day.