OMG guys. I haven't updated in over three weeks. I am so sorry!

I've been so busy with high school & homework! Not to mention that my dog passed away two weeks ago, and I'm still recovering... But that's a completely different story.

Thank you to my beautiful reviewers! XD Big, big hugs to you all!

I'll just get right to it:

The last QotD asked for you guys to describe one of the words I had given you, making the word sound smart & creative. There are three winners- one for every word I put out.

*drumroll*

For the word cell phone, the winner is... As White As Snow, who said: Portable Cellular Communication Apparatus of common text and vocal messaging and conversation.

For the word lotion, the winner is... AuricEspeon, who said: cosmetic salve for everyday use.

And, for the word macaroni & cheese, the winner is... RueGrimm, who said: a grain, hydrogen squared oxygen and sodium chloride combination rolled into a curved shape with rotten, yet delectable, milk.

You're definitions were crazy accurate. Great job, ladies! :D

Big thanks to emowriter, for being my 100th reviewer! ^^

I guess I'll just get on with the story. If you've forgotten anything that's going on, please refer to the previous chapter. Thanks :)

Enjoy!

~Chapter 4

He was at a crossroads. There was no doubt in his mind that she was one of the best forwards he had seen in a very long time- well, besides himself, of course. On the other hand, she could very well be a Grimm. And if she was a Grimm, what if she figured out he was an Everafter? She'd most likely tell everyone. She didn't strike him as the type to be a good secret keeper. But, then again, he barely knew her.

Should he give her a spot on the team? Or was it too risky?

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had a lot of thinking to do.

...

As soon as Sabrina sat up in bed, she felt sore all over. She groaned, lying right back down into her previous position. Everything hurt.

"I see you're experiencing what Puck makes us go through everyday," a voice that Sabrina immediately recognized as Madison's, said from across the room.

"I'm so sore," Sabrina groaned. There had been three days of tryouts for the soccer team, and every day they would get more difficult. Either Puck was an incredibly tough team captain, or her old school had been slacking in their soccer exercises. She didn't think it was the latter.

"Trust me, it gets easier," Madison reassured her. "But you'll probably be sore for the next few days."

"Just my luck, too." Sabrina cautiously sat up on her elbows, feeling pain lace through her arms. She moved her legs out from under the blankets, and found they were sore as well.

Today would not be a good day.

"You know what always helps me when I'm sore?" Madison said. "Stretching."

"If I stretch, I'll probably get permanently stuck in that position," Sabrina replied, slowly sliding out of bed. She limped over to her friend, trying to put as little pressure on her legs as possible- which wasn't working too well, since she was walking on them.

"Well, the good news is that you'll find out if you made the soccer team today!" Madison said cheerfully.

"Or, if I didn't make it," Sabrina mumbled. She slowly bent over, searching through her dresser until she found her usual school uniform.

"Puck wants everyone to meet out on the soccer field during lunch," Madison replied, ignoring Sabrina's previous comment. "He's gonna announce who made the team then."

"Okay," Sabrina said nonchalantly. Though she acted as though she didn't care, she was actually incredibly anxious to see if she had made the team. Once she had found out how good the soccer program at her new school was, she became interested.

"Do you want me to wait for you to shower?" Madison asked, finishing up lightly applying her makeup in front of a mirror.

Sabrina shook her head. "It's fine. I'll just see you during English."

"Okay," Madison nodded, grabbing her school bag off the ground, and heading for the door. "Don't forget about the soccer meeting at lunchtime!"

"I won't," Sabrina assured her friend.

"Good, see ya!" And with that, Madison closed the door behind her.

...

It was finally lunch time; the part of the day that Sabrina had been nervously awaiting all morning. She would now discover if she had made the team or not.

After hastily finishing her lunch, she headed up to the field by herself, not bothering to wait for anyone. She needed some time to think.

What would she do if she didn't make the soccer team? Sure, she could try out for another sport, but soccer was the only sport she played well. She could always do an after-school club, but those involved time and effort: two things she only bothered to put into schoolwork and soccer.

Yeah. She really needed to make the team.

To be honest, Sabrina had never really had to try out for a team before. She had started playing soccer the year she came to Ferryport Landing, which was when she was 11. She had joined the soccer team, but since she was only in grade 6 at the time, there were really no official tryouts. She was new to this whole, "tryout thing".

Why had she even let Madison make her tryout for the soccer team, anyway? She hadn't expected herself to be this nervous.

But then again, she seriously loved soccer.

As soon as she made her way up to the field, she spotted a few familiar faces, including Jake and Puck. She headed over to them.

"Hey, Sabrina," Jake greeted as soon as she came their way.

Puck was focusing on the clipboard in front of him, erasing and rewriting something at least three times. She couldn't help but worry that he was erasing and rewriting her name on the list of people who made the team.

She turned her gaze back to Jake. "Hey."

"I've seen you limping all day," Jake said, a slightly worried look on his face. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just really sore from the tryouts," Sabrina explained.

At this point, Puck looked up from his ever-so-interesting clipboard.

"You should stretch," he informed her.

It was a known fact that if you were sore, the best way to cure it was to stretch, (as odd as it sounded).

Sabrina shook her head. "I can barely sit down, let alone stretch my legs."

Puck nodded. "That can be easily fixed."

She didn't know what he had meant by his last comment, but more and more people were now on the field, huddling around Puck, trying to catch a glimpse at what was written on the clipboard held in his hands.

"Okay, guys," Puck called out for attention. "Coach Adams couldn't make it today, so he's letting me announce who made the 2012-2013 soccer team this year. I know most of you have classes to get to soon, so I'll make this quick: if I call your name, you've made the team. After I announce all the players, I'll say who our substitute players are. Got it?"

Everyone nodded, or made some noise of agreement.

He spoke so formally. Sabrina couldn't help but notice (yet again), how gifted he was at speaking to large groups of people. He must have had a lot of past experience.

"Okay, these are the players for our team this year:

Madison Crawford

Brandyn Reddie

Julie Alton

Peter Clement

Jacob Vazquez

Paris Eldon

Rebecca Thomas

Declan Truman

Sabrina Grimm

Nancy Vaughn."

As soon as Sabrina heard her name called, all her fears from just moments ago left her, and she felt ecstatic.

She was good enough. She made made the 2012-2013 team for Brooklyn Heights.

"We did it!" Madison exclaimed, rushing over to Sabrina. "I knew you would make the team!"

Ignoring the rush of pain in her arms as Madison tackled her, Sabrina hugged her back tightly, laughing. "I know!"

Puck was still announcing names, probably the ones of the substitute players, but Sabrina was no longer listening.

"Congratulations to everyone who made the team!" Puck said a few moments later. "Our first official practice is tonight at 7:30. Meet back here on the field on time, and make sure to bring your cleats!"

As the crowd of kids dispersed, her friends who had also made the team came up to her, exchanging hugs and high-fives.

"We knew you would make the team!" Nancy exclaimed.

Sabrina smiled. "Thanks."

As her friends continued to have conversations amongst themselves all around her, Sabrina scanned her eyes across the field, searching for one person in particular: Puck. She had seen him walk over to her with the rest of the group, but now he was nowhere to be seen. It was almost as if he had... disappeared.

She'd have to thank him for her spot on the team another time.

...

"Madison, we're gonna be late," Sabrina complained, checking the time on her phone for the tenth time in two minutes. She was dressed in her soccer gear, her hair put up into a bun with a grey headband.

"I'm coming!" Madison voiced back, lacing up her cleats.

Practice started at 7:30. It was currently 7:26.

Sabrina didn't even want to imagine what kind of punishment Puck would give her for showing up late to practice. He wasn't merciful during tryouts, and she didn't expect him to be during actual practices.

After what seemed to be hours, (but in reality, was only fifteen seconds), Madison jumped up and rushed out of the dorm.

Sabrina sighed, chasing after her friend.

When the two girls reached the field, all the other players were there. Most of them were doing stretches, while others were playing a quick one-on-one game.

A young man who Sabrina assumed to be the coach, walked over to the girls.

"Uh-oh," Madison whispered.

"You girls are two minutes late," the man said warningly. "You should know better than to show up late to my practices. Especially you, Madison."

"Okay, sorry. But in my defense, I couldn't find my cleats for twenty minutes," Madison explained.

The coach chuckled at Madison's typical behavior, before turning an outstretched hand to Sabrina.

"I don't think we've met before," he said. "I'm Coach Adams."

Sabrina shook his hand. "I'm Sabrina."

Coach Adams nodded. "You two can go start stretching. Make sure not to show up late to practice again!"

The two girls promised they wouldn't, and headed off in search for an area of open field.

Once they sat down on the grass, Sabrina finally spoke.

"The Coach seems nice."

Madison nodded. "Yeah, he is. But, it's not Coach you need to worry about."

Sabrina gave her a look of confusion.

"It's Puck," Madison continued. "Puck basically runs this whole thing. He's really... he takes his work very seriously."

Sabrina laughed. "I can see that. He's so serious though. And he acts so mature for his age."

Madison snorted. "You think he's mature?"

Sabrina nodded.

"I'll let you keep thinking that. Once you get to know him, he's the exact opposite, actually."

Sabrina gave her friend a look of disbelief, while at the same time stretching her legs. "I think you're lying."

Madison shrugged. "You'll just have to figure him out for yourself, then."

Before Sabrina could respond, Coach Adams blew his whistle, and everyone began huddling around him. Madison and Sabrina followed suit.

"Well, first of all, we have our first official game on Saturday," Coach began.

A shocked murmur went through the group.

"We only have three days to practice!" Madison exclaimed.

"And those three days are all the time you'll need."

"Well, who are we playing against?" Nancy asked.

"Friends Seminary," Coach said, naming another private school in New York. We've beat them two years in a row, and we can easily beat them again."

Everyone began asking questions at once, but Coach blew his whistle.

"Enough! You'll all receive the details for Saturday's game tomorrow, okay?"

That seemed to be a good enough response,

"Okay guys, we'll start with some simple drills, and then we'll scrimmage for a bit. Sound good?" Coach Adams asked.

Everyone agreed- though, they didn't really have a choice.

Cones were soon set up around the field, and just like tryouts, Sabrina dribbled the soccer ball in and out of the maze set up for her with ease.

Sabrina watched as Coach Adams observed everyone carefully, writing things down on a clip-board. His eyes landed on her more than a few times, and she was very pleased when he gave a satisfied nod in her direction.

At least she was getting noticed.

After a few more minutes of repetitively dribbling the ball around and through the cones, the field was cleared and Sabrina was put on one of two teams. They were going to scrimmage.

Sabrina observed her team. She was fortunate enough to have Nancy, who, from what she had seen, played great defense. Julie was also on her team, playing as the other forward. The rest of the players were familiar faces, though she had no idea what their names were.

Coach Adams grabbed a quarter out of his pocket, initiating the coin toss. He pointed to Sabrina's team. "You guys are heads." He then pointed to the other team, saying, "you guys are tails."

The coin toss was mandatory for every game. It pretty much decided who would start out with the ball.

Coach tossed the coin, looking at it for a second before he called out, "tails!"

The other team chose two players to go to the center of the field- a boy and a girl. They stood across from each other in the center circle, the ball placed on the grass between them.

Coach Adams blew his whistle, and the game began.

The girl on the opposite team quickly snatched the ball, dribbling it down the field for a moment, before passing it to one of her teammates.

Sabrina recognized the boy as Brandyn, who she had met the other day at lunch. She watched as Brandyn dribbled the ball down the field, closer and closer to their goal.

Suddenly, Nancy sprang into action, swiping the ball out from under his feet, and dribbling down the opposite end of the field. Sabrina and the rest of their team cheered her on, as they took off down the field after her.

Sabrina was the fastest, making eye contact with Nancy to let her know she was open. Nancy realized this, and powerfully kicked the ball down to Sabrina, who managed to stop it right before it rolled past her.

Now in control of the ball, Sabrina quickly dribbled down the field, seeing the opposing team chasing after her from the corner of her eye. There was only one defender in her way: Rebecca. The other team really needed to work on their defense. As she got closer to Rebeca, Sabrina faked right. but ran left, still dribbling the ball and leaving a stunned Rebecca behind her.

Sabrina was getting closer and closer to Jake, who was waiting at the goal, his knees bent and arms outstretched. He smirked at her.

Sabrina smirked back, before pretending to kick the ball to her right. Jake saw her do this, and moved to the right of the goal. Sabrina used this to her advantage, as she powerfully kicked the ball to her left, and into the goal.

She had scored the first point of her scrimmage.

After briefly getting congratulated, the game continued.

It was 9:45 at night when practice had finally ended. Sabrina's team had won the scrimmage, 3-2. She was exhausted, and her limbs hurt even more than they had earlier. She had almost forgotten about how sore she was.

She immediately took off her cleats, not caring that her socks would most likely get unremovable grass stains. She lied on her back, breathing heavily.

"You did good," Rebecca said, patting Sabrina on the back.

"Thanks. So did you," Sabrina replied.

She watched as all the players packed up their water bottles and cleats and headed back to their dorms. Soon, she was the only person left on the field.

She checked the time on her phone: 9:53. Her mother would definitely still be awake.

Scrolling through her contacts, she stopped once she found her mother's name, conveniently labeled as, "mom". Holding the her iPhone to her ear, she listened to it ring twice, before someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, mom."

"Hi, Sabrina!" Veronica exclaimed. "How are you?"

Sabrina sighed. "I'm good. I made the soccer team today."

"That's great! Do you like your teammates and coach?" Veronica asked.

Sabrina shrugged, forgetting that her mother couldn't see the gesture over the phone. "Yeah, my teammates and coach are great."

"I'm so glad you're enjoying your new school," Veronica said happily.

"Thanks."

There was a pause on the other line, and the sound of muffled voices before Sabrina's mother spoke again.

"Sabrina? Your father wants to talk to you," she said.

"Okay."

After briefly talking to her father, the phone was passed around to pretty much ever family member, before returning to Veronica.

"It's me again," Veronica said.

"Hey," Sabrina said. She checked the time on her phone: 10:13. She would get in trouble for not being in her dorm if someone spotted her.

"I have a soccer game this Saturday," she continued. "Are you guys gonna come?"

Veronica didn't reply for a few moments. She could be heard on the other line quietly talking to someone.

Finally, she came back to the phone.

"Sabrina..." she started.

"You won't be able to make it, will you?" Sabrina assumed.

"I'm so sorry, but we have a big mystery going on down here, and Saturday is-"

"It's fine," Sabrina cut her mother off, somewhat bitterly. She was used to not having her parents or family members be there to support her. It had happened many times over the years. Something would always come up.

"We're really sorry, Sabrina," Veronica continued. "But we promise we'll all be at the next game! Well, someone will have to stay in the barrier, but you know what I mean."

Sabrina nodded. "Yeah. Ok. I have to go, I'm out past curfew."

"Oh, okay. Well call me tomorrow, alright?"

"I will. Goodnight," Sabrina responded, before pressing the 'end call' button on her phone.

Sabrina sighed loudly, tossing her phone somewhere on the field. She was frustrated.

She knew that her family was busy- after all, they did solve crimes and mysteries for a living. They pretty much took over the job as the Ferryport Landing police. But on the other hand, it would be nice if they could actually make time for her for once.

"I hate being a Grimm," Sabrina muttered. She knew she didn't mean it. When she was angry or upset, she was known for saying or doing things that she didn't mean.

It was quiet. The only audible sound was Sabrina's breathing. And the increasingly loud sound of footsteps coming closer.

Wait.

Before Sabrina could turn around, someone spoke.

"You know, I could report you for being out past curfew."

Sabrina jumped up, coming face to face with the captain of the soccer team. Puck.

"That's true," she mused. "But, you're out past curfew too."

Puck frowned, and Sabrina laughed, before sitting herself back down on the grass. After a moment, Puck sat beside her.

"I saw you earlier during the scrimmage," Puck stated. "You did good."

"Thanks," Sabrina replied. "It probably would've been a better follow-through if I wasn't so sore from your extreme tryouts."

"Yeah, you could've done better," Puck decided after a moment, ignoring her comment about his tryouts.

Sabrina glared at him, and he grinned cockily back at her.

"If you think the tryouts were hard, wait until you see us during real practices," he said.

Sabrina groaned. "It's gonna get harder?"

Puck raised an eyebrow. "Are you expecting it to get easier?"

"No," Sabrina shot back. "Just not harder."

Puck nodded. "You'll get used to it. Practices, I mean."

Sabrina hoped he was right.

"Why weren't you at practice today?" she asked. She had just realized that she hadn't seen him since lunch time, during announcements for who made the team.

"I was... busy," he said after a moment.

"Busy?"

"Yeah."

She didn't pry further, even though she really wanted to.

"So," he said. "I heard your family won't be able to make it to our game this weekend."

"Were you eavesdropping on my conversation?" Sabrina asked, eyes wide.

"Of course not." He said it in such a way, that Sabrina almost believed him.

"You obviously were," she replied.

Puck shrugged. "Not my fault you talk too loudly when you're on the phone."

"Yeah, well... whatever. Is your family coming to the game?" she questioned, almost enviously.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want my mom to come, and she doesn't want to come either. She's never really liked sports." he said simply.

She was polite enough not to ask about his dad.

"Oh," was all she could think of saying.

They sat on the grass for a moment in silence.

Puck suddenly stood up and headed over to the center of the field, motioning for her to follow him.

She stood up in confusion, but followed him anyway.

"What are we doing?"

"Stretching," he said simply.

"Okay, um, why?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Everyone knows that stretching is the best way to relieve sore muscles," he said, walking a ways ahead of her. He stopped when he reached midfield. "So, you're going to stretch."

"I'm not sore anymore," she said stubbornly. Puck's version of stretches would probably be something extremely complicated and painful.

He rolled his eyes. "Just trust me. Now, sit down."

"You're not very good at saying please, are you?" Sabrina asked sarcastically. She sat down anyway.

He ignored her. "Okay, put your legs straight out in front of you and touch your toes."

It was simple enough. Sabrina did as she was told, her hands easily touching her bare feet.

He put his hand on the center of her back, and she immediately tensed up.

"Calm down, I'm just helping you stretch. I'm going to push down on your back. Tell me when it hurts," Puck instructed.

He slowly pushed down onto her back, until her chest was almost touching her legs.

"Okay yeah, it hurts!" She exclaimed. "Are you sure this isn't making things worse?"

"Don't talk for like, five minutes."

She sighed loudly, showing him that she was unhappy.

He held her down in that position with his hand for a few more second, before letting go.

"Okay," he said, thinking for a moment. "Butterfly stretches."

Sabrina easily put the bottom of her feet together, her knees bent. She pushed her head down so her forehead was resting on her feet. She could feel Puck's eyes observing her.

He kneeled down beside her, pulling her knees lower to the ground.

"Okay, it hurts," she said after a second.

He held her in that position for a few more seconds, before letting go.

The rest of the exercises they did involved stretching her arms and back.

It was nearly 11 at night when they finished. Sabrina stood up off the grass, dusting off her shorts. She found her cleats at the far end of the field. She didn't bother putting them on.

"Thanks for helping me stretch," Sabrina said, cradling her shoes in one arm.

"No problem," Puck said. "Not like I had anything better to do."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "And thanks for putting me on the soccer team. It means a lot to me."

He nodded his head, a look of uncertainty crossing his features for a second. Sabrina didn't notice.

"You're welcome."

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said awkwardly.

He nodded, before digging something out of his pocket. Her cell phone.

Sabrina's eyes widened. "How did you get my phone?"

"You threw it on the field when you got mad, remember?" he said with a smirk.

Sabrina rolled her eyes again. "Well, thanks... again."

"Yup."

Okay, the ending was weak, and the chapter in itself was rather boring, but I couldn't think of anything else. I got over 4,000 words! :D

Now that I have my own laptop (Macbook Pro swag XD), expect updates to be every one or two weeks!

No QotD today! Hope everyone enjoys their weekend!

~Anastasia