Consider this quick update a gift, since I got like, 40 reviews on the last chapter.
This is my most successful story so far. I have never gotten 77 reviews on a story that has TWO chapters. THANK YOU.
Now, before I rant about how amazing you all are, and how much I love you guys, I'll just respond to some anonymous reviews. :D
Guest: Thank you! XD I'm glad you like my other story as well. Thanks for reading&reviewing!
Anonymous: Thanks! :)
Stupidusername: Thanks! Your joke wasn't stupid, I love those short, simple ones! :D Hehe, yes, Puck getting his own chapter will be exciting.
Puckabrina: THANK YOUUUUUUUUU
AuraEsp: Okay, I remember you now! How's it going? XDD Lol, thanks for noticing that error! I'll go back and fix it asap! Thank you!
Lara D: Haha, thanks! We're literally twins, dude. Something was telling me that I should've added in the actual soccer game, rather than skip over it! But I was too lazy. :S Oh well. Of course I'm not mad, I love your reviews! Thanks again!
Tomatoe2016: HAHAHA, nice anti-jokes! Very original! Thanks for reviewing!
Samantha: I will! Thanks!
PenguinLoverGurl: Yes, Puck is mysterious… I think I'm actually going to use that word to describe him from now on! Thanks! Congratulations on getting that IPod Touch. They're awesome, right? Yes, this is a Puckabrina story. The friendship part of the genre only means that Puck & Sabrina will become friends before anything romantic happens. Sorry for the confusion! That's cool, that you play soccer! Thanks for all the anti-jokes! They made my day! :D And sorry that this reply is so confusing and jumbled! Your dad is still in my prayers :)
MandaPanda: Haha, nice ones! Thanks! :D
Guest: Thanks! Haha, I love those two jokes! Yes, I am in Honors English. Thank youuuu.
WeepingLilac: Haha, yeah! Puck will meet the rest of the Grimms, but that's later on in the story. Like, waaay later on. Thanks for reviewing!
I only responded to my anonymous reviews from chapter 2 (I apologize to the anonymous people who reviewed chapter 1 and never received a response from me! That doesn't mean that I didn't read your reviews!)
Last week's QotD was: give me your funniest anti-joke! I thought it was so funny how most of you went on the same website to look it up, so a lot of people had the same jokes. But, anyway, the winner is…*drumroll*
Gifted Shadows! Yaaaay. :) Your joke especially, made me laugh. I'd share her joke with you guys, but it's really longgggg. If you really wanna see it, you can go back & look at her review!
I START SCHOOL NEXT TUESDAY! It's kind of bittersweet, because it's a new school, but at the same time, I won't be able to update my fanfiction stories as often! Not to mention that I'll miss summer terribly.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS IN PUCK'S POV. MOST OF THE TIME. About 30% OF THE TIME, IT'S SABRINA'S POINT OF VIEW. I have NEVER, EVER done a solid chapter based on Puck's perspective, so I'm actually kinda scared. Well, it's not really his POV, 'cause I write this story in 3rd person, but you know what I mean. And if you don't know, you'll find out…now.
~Chapter 3
Puck headed down the cobblestone path of the school, walking at a brisk pace towards the Administration Office. It was Monday, and soccer tryouts were in thirty minutes. The soccer tryouts that he would be leading.
In his right hand was a stack of papers, and in his left was his soccer ball. He seemed to be carrying it around a lot lately.
He headed to the front desk, placing the stack of papers in his hands next to the secretary, who was busy typing away at her computer.
The secretary immediately looked up. "Can I help you, Puck?"
Basically, every adult at Brooklyn Heights- including teachers and staff- knew who Puck Goodfellow was. He had a way of making himself stand out. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing, or bad.
"Yes, is Coach Adams available?" he asked, passing the soccer ball between his hands.
The secretary pointed to an open door to her left- Coach Adams' office. "He is, actually. You can go right on in."
"Thanks," Puck said quickly, heading over to the open door.
As usual, Benjamin Adams was at his desk, writing out soccer strategies on a piece of paper. Adams was a tall, skinny man in his late twenties. He had been the soccer coach for a few years, as well as a guidance counselor. Coach Adams acknowledged Puck's presence without looking up.
"Goodfellow, come on in."
Puck sat down in a chair in front of Coach Adams' desk, admiring the trophies placed in shelves around the room. All of the trophies were from winning playoffs from years before. He had helped win some of those trophies.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you about the game plan for today's tryouts," Puck began. "I'm not 100% sure about what we're having them do."
Finally, Coach Adams looked up. "Just do what you had them do last year. Set up cones around the field and make stations. Partner them up, have them dribble the ball around. Help the people who need help, mark down the people who are doing well on their own. Oh yeah, and make sure you do stretches and warm ups before anything else."
Puck gave him a look of confusion. "You're keeping me in charge of the whole day of tryouts?" As captain of the soccer team, Puck usually helped out during tryouts- he never led it by himself.
"Puck, you were the team captain last year, and the year before that. I think I can trust you with leading tryouts. Unless, you don't think you can do it…?" Adams said, a small smile making its way to his face.
The blonde shook his head. "No, I can do it. Thanks."
"Good. I'll come out in an hour to check on things." Coach pointed to a giant cardboard box in the corner of his office. "In that box is everything you'll need for tryouts: soccer balls, cones, pinnies, you name it. Take that out to the field."
Puck nodded, picking up the large box of soccer supplies without any difficulty.
"If there are any problems, call my cell," Adams continued. "Though, I highly doubt there will be any."
Puck nodded again, before towing the heavy box out of the office.
…
Twenty minutes had been just enough time for Puck to set up the soccer field with cones and equipment, and change out of his school uniform and into shorts, a t-shirt, and his cleats.
The first people to show up on the field were Declan, Paris, and Peter, three former players from the year prior. The two boys were dressed in the same attire as Puck, though Paris was wearing sweatpants and a zip-up jacket, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Tomorrows weather forecast is supposed to be 70 degrees," she complained as soon as she was in earshot of Puck. "It's freezing out here! Why couldn't we just have tryouts tomorrow?"
Declan and Puck shared a similar look: of course Paris would complain as soon as she stepped out on the field. As well as being filthy rich from her mother's prominent position as the school principle, she loved to whine.
"Oh, don't be a big baby," Declan said. "It's better than in the winter time, when we have to play in the snow."
Paris gave him a look, but didn't comment as she bent down to lace up her cleats.
Another group of players were making their way up to the field, Puck observed. Most of them were dressed in sweatpants and hoodies, so he assumed they were all girls, since they were usually the ones most deterred by the cold weather.
His assumption proved to be correct when a group of five girls made their way up to the field, followed by Jake.
Nancy immediately ran over to Puck, her short hair up in a ponytail. Unlike most of the other girls, she was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, the brisk air not affecting her in the slightest. She was originally from the Bronx, and despite her girly first name, she was the exact opposite.
"A lot of people are trying out this year," she said breathlessly. "Like, a lot."
"What do you mean?" Puck asked.
"There's a bunch of people heading up to the field right now," Jake said, standing beside them. "Probably twice as many people as last year's tryouts."
"That's great!" Puck exclaimed. "We could use some more people trying out."
"Yeah, but do we have enough equipment for that many people?" Nancy asked, looking around at the cones and soccer balls systematically set up around the field.
Puck thought for a moment. "Probably not. Someone can come with me to go get more supplies from Coach, if he has any."
"Okay, that works."
The soccer field was filling up with more and more people, just as Nancy and Jake had said.
Nancy looked around the field, her eyes landing on a familiar blonde. "Hey, Sabrina! Come here real quick!"
The girl named Sabrina swiveled around, and Puck recognized her as the one he had given a flyer to the week before. She ran over to the small group.
"Yeah?" she asked. Her cheeks were red from the cold, and her hands were holding her hair up, trying to stop it from flying around her face.
"Can you go with Puck to get more equipment?" Nancy asked.
"Sure."
"Thanks," Puck said. "Jake and Nancy, you guys can lead warm-ups. I should be back in time for the campus run."
Jake and Nancy agreed, and Puck and Sabrina immediately ran off for the Administration Office.
"Why do you need more equipment?" Sabrina asked, trying to keep up with Puck's running strides.
"More people showed up to tryouts then I thought, so I'm short on soccer balls and pinnies," he responded.
His breathing was still steady, while hers was quickening. She didn't understand how he couldn't be tired, considering that they were running to the other side of the school.
As soon as they reached the Administration Office they stepped inside, enjoying the warmth of the building, if only for a few minutes. Puck guided her to Coach Adam's office, not hesitating to walk inside. The office was empty.
"Crap," Puck muttered. "He's not here."
"Then what are you gonna do now?" Sabrina asked. She just hoped it didn't involve anymore running. She was trying to save her energy for tryouts.
Puck pulled hard against a giant cabinet door, but it appeared to be locked. He looked around the room for a moment, before his eyes landed on the Coach's desk.
"Close the door," he instructed.
"What?"
"Close the door," Puck repeated, "and lock it."
Giving him a suspicious look, she closed and locked the door to the office.
Locking yourself in a room with some guy you've only talked to twice, Sabrina thought. That's a great way to get to know someone.
"It would have been nice if you said please," Sabrina muttered, assuming that he hadn't heard her.
"Okay, now go to the desk and look through the drawers and stuff. Tell me if you find a set of keys," Puck said. As an after thought, he added, "please."
Sabrina gave him an 'are-you-crazy' look, but did as he asked. She went through every cabinet in the Coach's desk until she came across a large ring of keys.
"Here," she said, tossing the key ring to Puck, who easily caught it. "Why did you make me lock the door?"
"So the secretary doesn't come in here and think we're snooping through Coach Adam's stuff," Puck replied, trying to fit key after key into the cabinet lock. So far, none of them worked.
"But we are snooping through his stuff," Sabrina added.
"Yes, but we have a good reason for doing it, so it's all good," Puck explained, jiggling another key in the lock. He pulled on the cabinet doors, but they remained closed.
For a few moments neither of them spoke. Sabrina walked around the office, looking at all the pictures on the walls. They were all group photos of the school soccer team from years before, hung on the wall in order of the year. Most of the players she recognized as being her current friends. And then there was Puck.
"Do you usually do this stuff?" she asked suspiciously.
"Do what?"
"Snoop through people's stuff?" Sabrina asked.
Puck shook his head. He really hoped she wasn't one of those goody-goodies, like Julie. "It depends. Do you usually ask this many questions?"
"Yup," she responded.
"Got it!" Puck exclaimed, pulling the key out of the lock and opening the cabinet doors. Inside were all the extra soccer supplies they would need. "Here, catch."
Puck tossed Sabrina three soccer balls, though she didn't know how she would be able to carry them all back to the field. She put one of the soccer balls down her hoody, making her stomach look incredibly round. She held the other two balls in her right and left hands. Puck took two soccer balls from the cabinet, and a handful of cones. He draped three pinnies over Sabrina's shoulder, before locking the cabinet back up and sticking the key ring in the original drawer.
"How come I'm holding more stuff than you?" Sabrina asked.
Puck took one of the balls from her hands, and handed her the cones instead. "There. Happy?"
"Very," she said sarcastically, tucking the cones under her arm and unlocking the door. They made it out of the Administration Office without so much as a suspicious look.
"So," Puck began, taking one of the soccer balls from his hands and dribbling it on the ground. "I hear you're a pretty good soccer player."
"Yeah, I'm alright." Sabrina shrugged her shoulders.
"Aren't you cold?" she asked after a few minutes. It was incredibly windy that day. They were almost at the field, where everyone was doing stretches led by Nancy and Jake.
Puck chuckled. "Me? No."
It was the first time Sabrina had heard him laugh.
Finally the two reached the field, and Sabrina dropped the pinnies, cones, and soccer ball next to a bench. Puck followed behind her.
"Thanks for coming with me," Puck said after a moment, picking up a clipboard off the bench.
"No problem," Sabrina replied, remembering to take the soccer ball out of her hoody. She headed over to the field, where everyone sat in the grass stretching. She took a seat next to Madison, extending her legs and leaning down to touch her toes.
"I'm so glad that you came to tryouts," Madison said happily. In a way, she was a lot like Daphne.
"Thanks," Sabrina replied, copying everyone's movements in doing a butterfly stretch.
After a few more minutes of stretching, Jake and Nancy sat down beside Sabrina, and Puck went to the front of the group.
"Hey guys," Puck began, "Most of you know me, but to those of you who don't, I'm Puck Goodfellow. Welcome to tryouts for the 2012-2013 Brooklyn Heights soccer team!"
"WOOO!" Jake cheered loudly. Everyone else clapped.
"Now," Puck continued, "let me explain a few things. There are currently 10 spots open on this team. We traditionally have eleven players, including myself. About 25 of you are trying out, which means that more than half of you will not be making the team this year. In 2010, our team was undefeated. In 2011, we only lost one game. As you can see, we rarely lose."
"I didn't know you guys were that good!" Sabrina whispered in Madison's ear.
"Well, we're one of the best schools in the county," Madison whispered back. "Even our sports teams are good."
"We are an all-year team, which means that we play through every season, though we tend to have most of our matches in fall and spring." Puck explained. "During the winter we have indoor practices. Practices are everyday from 3-5, obviously not including weekends. Any questions?"
No one spoke.
"Good. We'll start by doing a campus run, which is obviously a group run around the school campus. You have thirty seconds to stretch and get water before we take off."
Sabrina immediately stood up, running over to the bench to grab her water bottle. She took a short sip, knowing that if she took a full drink she would get cramps.
Nancy headed over to Sabrina, grabbing her water bottle as well. "Good luck. The campus run is always the hardest for new kids."
Sabrina shrugged, not bothering to tell Nancy that she had been on the track team for three years, as well as playing soccer. She would soon figure that out.
Thirty seconds later, everyone was surrounding Puck. Sabrina squeezed her way through the people, making her way to the middle of the group. She was ready.
"Okay guys, just follow me. At no point are you aloud to start walking," Puck announced. And with that, he began running.
Sabrina took off after the kids in front of her began to run, keeping her pace between a jog and a sprint. She made sure to make no conversation with anyone- talking would only make her more tired.
Ten minutes later, Sabrina was running at the front of the group. There were only four people in front of her, one of them being Puck. She breathed through her nose and out her mouth as the wind whipped at her hair. She made a mental note to put her hair in a ponytail next time. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to leave her dorm room without a headband and ponytail holder.
She could feel her legs becoming sore, and they were only halfway done their run. Trying to distract herself from her sore muscles, she began to think about her family back in Ferryport Landing. She missed everyone, but part of her was glad that she had left. Some time to herself was nice, too.
"Hey, Sabrina."
Sabrina turned to her left to find Jake running beside her.
"Hey," she said breathlessly.
"What's wrong? You tired?" He teased.
"Of course not," she responded, trying to even out her breathing. "I do this sort of thing everyday."
Jake rolled his eyes.
Puck suddenly turned around, as if trying to see who was in the front of the group, and who was falling behind in their running. They were almost at the field, and no one had stopped to walk.
Surprisingly, his gaze landed on Sabrina, the girl who had helped him get soccer equipment earlier. She was at the very front of the line, right beside Jake.
Turning back around, he made a mental note to remember that she was a fast runner. If her soccer playing was as good as her running, she could be a useful member to their team.
Sabrina fell on the grass as soon as the group reached the field. Many other people did the same.
"How ya feeling?" Nancy asked, looking down at her. "You did great!"
"Thanks. My legs are killing me," Sabrina said, still sprawled out on the ground. "How are you not tired?"
"Puck used to make us do campus runs all the time last season, so some of us are used to it," Nancy explained. "I think they're stupid, but whatever."
"Alright guys, everybody up!" Puck said.
Sabrina sat up off the grass, putting her hood up over her head to protect her hair from the wind.
"As you can see, I've set up two different stations out on the field," Puck said, motioning behind himself. "Everyone needs to have one partner! At one station, you'll dribble the ball to your partner through a maze of cones. Once you reach the other side, you'll give the ball to your partner, and then you guys switch. At the other station, you'll be shooting at the goal from around different parts of the field. Then your partner will try it. Got it?"
Everyone agreed.
Moments later, Madison came running up to Sabrina. "Be my partner?"
Sabrina smiled. "Sure."
"Okay, good," Madison said. "Why don't we start at the first station, where we're dribbling the ball through the maze thing? That sounds like more fun."
Sabrina nodded, and the two grabbed a soccer ball and set off.
…
Puck sat on the bench, observing the players dribbling and kicking the ball into the net. Even though it was only the first day of tryouts, he could already tell who wouldn't be making the team that year.
A few of the Freshman who were trying out were clearly first timers. He looked at his clipboard, putting an 'x' next to their names.
His eyes wandered across the field to Julie, who was perfectly kicking soccer ball after soccer ball into the net. The goalie was a tenth grader, Colin Williams. He was doing a better job at blocking his face from getting hit, than actually blocking the balls that were coming his way.
Puck put an 'x' next to his name. Besides, Jake had been the team's goalie two years in a row. He would most likely be the goalie again this year.
Puck's eyes wandered across the field, until his gaze fell upon a blonde expertly dribbling the ball around a maze of cones. She was a ways away, but from the familiar maroon hoodie he had spotted many times earlier that day, he assumed it was Sabrina. Her eyes were constantly on the ball, never knocking down a cone or deterring from the path she was making. She looked like she was a soccer player, or at least, she used to be. She had the body for it.
She was good. He looked for her name on the list, but there was no one on it under the name of Sabrina.
Puck called Julie over to him.
"Hey," she said, taking a moment to clean her glasses off on her t-shirt.
"Hey," he said, handing her a water bottle. "You're doing great."
"Thanks!" she said perkily. "What can I help you with?"
"You see the girl in the maroon hoodie?" Puck asked, pointing his pencil in Sabrina's direction.
"Yeah, Sabrina?"
"Yeah, what's her last name? She's not on my list," Puck said.
"Grimm," Julie said after a moment. "Sabrina Grimm."
Puck paused for a moment. "Grimm?"
"Yup!" Julie responded. "I'm almost positive that's her last name."
"Okay, thanks Julie," Puck said.
"No problem!" She ran back out to the field.
"Sabrina Grimm," Puck muttered under his breath. Was she by any chance, a descendant of Wilhelm and Jacob Grimm? If she was, that would mean she knew about Everafters. Which meant she could easily find out about him.
Puck observed her out on the field for a moment, before turning back to his clipboard. Grimm was a pretty common last name, it had to be a coincidence. Besides, he had met a Grimm many years ago- Veronica Grimm, to be exact. From what he could recall, the two looked nothing alike.
Still, he wouldn't be satisfied until he was 100% sure.
"I can see you did just fine without my help." A voice said from behind Puck.
Puck turned around to be greeted by Coach Adams, who took a seat beside him on the bench.
"How are things looking so far?
Puck handed him the clipboard. "I've already cut a bunch of Freshmen. The team will probably be the same as last year, with the exception of one or two new players."
Coach Adams studied the clipboard for a second. "Our team from last year was excellent. It'll be just as good this year if we have most of the same players."
Puck silently agreed.
How was it? 0.0
I feel bad because I haven't included an actual soccer game in the story yet, but there will be many of those to come.
THIS IS MY LONGEST CHAPTER YET. Over 4,000 words! Whooo! This took me so long to type up!
And now, my lovely reviewers, I must get back to the beautiful world of reading, because I still haven't finished my summer reading, and school starts next week.
This is my last update until school starts.
*QotD: This is what I'm gonna do. I'm going to give you an everyday, boring word. Your job is to make that word sound smart and exciting. Here's an example.
If I give you the word robot, you might say: genetically engineered super computer.
Or, if I give you the word pencil, you might say: lead writing utensil. Got it?
So, this is how I'm gonna do it. I'll give you three words. Pick only ONE to reply to. I'll choose three winners (one winner for each word) and they'll be mentioned next chapter.
So, the three words are:
-Macaroni & cheese
-Cellphone
-Lotion
Remember, only pick ONE of those three words. I wanna see what you guys can come up with!
~Anastasia