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I really don't know how I can make it up to you guys, especially because I'm at OVER 200 reviews. Please accept this next chapter as a peace offering.

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Please enjoy my peace-offering chapter!

~Chapter 6

Sabrina sprinted around the corner, slowing down her pace as soon as she reached the field. She bent over and placed her hands on her knees, breathing heavily. After she could no longer feel a pounding in her head, she lifted her head up.

"How...was...that?"

Puck looked down at the stop watch in his hand. "6 minutes and 3 seconds. Your first time was a lot better."

"Well, what was my first time?" she asked breathlessly.

"5 minutes and 49 seconds. Also, your form could use some work. Remember to relax your arms," he instructed.

Sabrina sighed, bouncing lightly on her feet to keep her muscles warmed up for her next mile-run. She didn't want Puck to know she was discouraged, but she felt as though no matter how hard she tried, it never upheld to his standards.

Puck sighed. "Sabrina."

She looked up. "What?"

He threw her a water bottle, which she quickly managed to catch. "Don't be mad at me. I know you're not doing your best, and that's why I'm pushing you. You're better than 6 minutes and 13 seconds."

"I guess that's the closest thing to an apology I'll be getting from you," she said, tossing the water bottle back to him.

Ignoring her, he continued. "Be back here in five minutes so you can run another mile, and that'll be it."

Wordlessly, Sabrina made her way over to the rest of her team, where they were doing drills. She sat on the grass, stretching out her legs. A moment later, Peter sat down beside her.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

Sabrina sighed. "Puck is annoying me. Again."

Peter laughed, adjusting his glasses higher up onto his nose. "What did he do this time?"

"Nothing I do is ever good enough for him," she explained. "None of my mile times are even close enough to what he wants them to be. And why am I even running miles, anyway? Everyone else is doing drills! I should be with you guys!" she ranted. "He just thinks he's so much better than everyone else."

Peter laughed until Sabrina's glare finally silenced him.

"What's so funny?" Sabrina demanded.

"Puck knows that you're good, that's why he's pushing you to do your best. Have you ever run track before?" Peter questioned.

"Yeah, Freshman year, but that's it. Why?"

"That explains why you're such a fast runner," he responded. "Puck knows your fast, he just wants to see how fast you are when you're giving 100%."

"Well, it's annoying. He's annoying," Sabrina corrected.

He laughed. "Whatever, you know you love him."

"W-what?" Sabrina stuttered.

"I'm kidding," Peter said. "It's clear that you're not very fond of him."

"You got that right," she muttered.

"Trust me, Puck has his reasons for what he does. He just wants what's best for the team."

"Yeah, I know," Sabrina responded.

"Your five minutes are up," a voice from behind Sabrina spoke, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.

Had it already been five minutes? It felt like only thirty seconds had passed.

Peter chuckled at the shocked look on her face, before standing up and dusting himself off. "Good luck on your run."

Sabrina leaned her head back until Puck's face was in her line of vision.

"Two more minutes?" she pleaded.

"Nope, just do it now and then you're done for the day," he stated.

"Why am I the only person who has to run miles?" she questioned.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" he asked with a smirk.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Why are you always so serious?"

"I'm not," he stated, though he had a conflicted look on his face.

"You are, and you know it," Sabrina responded, crossing her arms over her chest. Testing the person who was in charge of how hard her soccer workouts were probably wasn't the best idea, but she couldn't help it.

"I wasn't always- you know what? Never mind. Just go run your mile," he instructed, if not a bit harshly.

She knew what she had said had struck something inside of him, but it was too late to take it back. Without replying, she began running.

When Sabrina reached the field once again, everyone was gone, except Puck, who was waiting for her at the bench, stopwatch in hand.

"Do I even wanna know what my time was?" she asked breathlessly, pulling a strand of hair away from her sweating face.

"5 minutes and 54 seconds," he said, staring down at the stopwatch. "Not as good as your first time, but a lot better than the second. You did good today."

"Thank you."

Puck suddenly grabbed her arm, stopping her before she could go anywhere.

"Sabrina..."

"Huh?" she asked, glancing from his confused face to his hand on her arm.

"Everyone's inside eating dinner, in case you were wondering," he said after a moment.

"Oh... thanks." She knew that wasn't what he was going to say, but for now, she wouldn't pry. There would be plenty of opportunities for that later. "Are you gonna come, or...?"

"Nah, I've got a couple things I need to take care of," he replied.

"Alright, well see you later, I guess."

"See ya."

It was his fault that he was so mysterious. He was too secretive. Though most girls would be attracted to that kind of personality in a guy, it only made Sabrina want to find out exactly what he was hiding. Maybe Puck wasn't hiding anything at all, and Sabrina was just being paranoid- though that wasn't likely. But either way, it didn't matter now. She would pry and snoop until she found out exactly what Puck Goodfellow's deal was. It wasn't her fault that she was a Grimm, and therefore she was naturally nosy. Nope, it was his fault for being so secretive.

"I'll figure him out eventually," she promised herself aloud as she walked away from the field.

...

As expected, Sabrina found her friends gathered around their usual lunch table in the cafeteria. As she approached the table, only one main conversation could be heard coming from the group.

"Yes, 3/4 would be the answer, but since it's a perpendicular line crossing the x-axis, you have to always change the fraction to an opposite reciprocal," Julie said in a matter-of-fact voice, referring to a textbook situated between herself and Peter.

Peter nodded furiously, his glasses slipping off his nose. "Of course! I completely forgot about the opposite reciprocal!"

Everyone else at the table stared at the "nerd couple" in complete boredom, their head in their hands, or their mouths agape.

Sabrina proceeded in giving the two a strange look, before pulling up a chair and sitting beside Brandyn.

"Anyway..." Paris trailed off, turning her gaze to Sabrina. "We were just talking about the championship soccer tournament coming up."

Sabrina had completely forgotten about the championship soccer tournament up until that moment. It was a tournament in the spring, where the top five soccer teams in New York would compete for the championship title, as well as possible scholarship options and money- lots of money.

"It's not coming up," Jake retorted, who was spinning his mashed potatoes around with his fork. "It's not for another... what, six months?"

"Five," Nancy corrected.

"Oh, forgive me. It's not six months guys, it's five," Jake said sarcastically waving his hands dramatically in the air. Nancy gave him a death-glare.

Before Nancy could respond with an offensive comeback that would leave both of them with their feelings hurt, Paris cut in.

"Anyway, we need to do better than ever this year if we want to win guys. I was thinking about hiring a professional soccer player to help us train."

"Who needs a professional soccer player when we have me?" Jake asked cockily.

Paris rolled her eyes. "Right. Anyway, I think we should consider it, and hire someone asap. The sooner we start training, the better."

"Don't you think we should talk this over with Puck and Coach Adams? Besides, hiring a professional soccer player will be really expensive..." Madison said hesitantly.

"And that's a waste of money that could be used towards more essential things, such as extra soccer equipment," Peter added.

Paris rolled her eyes. "We have enough equipment as it is, and I could easily have my mom put in some money towards hiring a soccer player..." she let the reminder of her mother's prominent position as school principle hang in the air for a moment before she continued, "And I'm willing to bet you all that Puck will agree with me 100%."

"You always think Puck will agree with you," Jake mumbled. "Yet he never does."

"Also," Paris continued, either hearing Jake and choosing to ignore him, or not hearing him at all. "I think other schools would take us more seriously if we had better looking soccer uniforms."

Nancy laughed loudly. "What? That's ridiculous. We're a huge threat to every school, no matter what our uniforms look like."

Paris crossed her arms over her small frame. "Is it? Tell me that our uniforms don't look like crap."

"I can't..."

"Exactly," the small blonde continued. "Now, tell me that our uniforms do look like crap."

"Our uniforms look like crap..." Nancy said slowly. "But we're not wasting our money on new ones."

"Our uniforms are fine," Brandyn cut in.

"Fine, I'm done trying to persuade you people. I'll go talk to Puck about this myself," Paris responded snottily, as she stood up from the lunch table and headed for the doors.

Sabrina waited until she was out of sight to ask the one question that had been bothering her since she had arrived at the lunch table.

"Is she always that annoying?"

Everyone laughed, except for Julie, who responded with a completely serious look on her face.

"Yes."

"She has good intentions for the team, she just takes them too far sometimes," Brandyn explained. "She thinks that the fact that her mom's the principle makes her better than everyone else."

"Oh," Madison added. "And she's obsessed with Puck."

Sabrina laughed. "Is she really?"

"Yup," Nancy said. "But you'll see that for yourself as the season goes on."

"See what for yourself?"

Of course it was none other than Puck who had asked the question, as well as mysteriously appearing out of nowhere. He was no longer dressed in his soccer clothes, but was instead wearing his usual school uniform.

Sabrina gave him a strange look.

"We're talking about Paris's slight obsession with you," Nancy said with a grin.

Puck laughed. "Ugh, great. She's not here, is she?"

Declan, who hadn't said a word up until that moment, responded. "Nope, she just left."

"Alright, good."

"...But she was looking for you." he continued.

"If she tries to talk to me about changing the soccer uniforms again, I swear..." Puck started.

"Aw, be nice," Madison replied. "She only does that stuff 'cause she likes you."

"True, but who could blame her?" he responded cockily.

Madison only rolled her eyes, while everyone else snickered.

Sabrina suddenly stood up. "I should probably head back to my room, I have a lot of homework tonight."

"I'll walk you," Puck suggested.

Sabrina raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. "You will?"

"Yeah. Unless that's a problem?" he questioned, a smirk on his face. No one else seemed even slightly interested in their conversation.

Why must he always test me.

Sabrina gave him a similar look in response. "Of course not. Let's go."

Waving goodbye to her friends, Sabrina left the lunch room with Puck casually strolling behind her.

The hallways were practically empty as the sound of Sabrina's footsteps echoed off the shiny, white floors. She had never realized how dreary the school was when students weren't running around through it.

"Okay, what do you want?" Sabrina finally asked, swiveling around after Puck had been trailing behind her in silence. She turned to find him already looking at her.

He blinked innocently. "What? I can't be nice and escort you to your room?"

Sabrina turned back around, crossing her arms over her chest and beginning to walk at a faster pace. She sighed. "No, not really."

Puck easily matched his pace to her's, so they were walking side by side.

She could feel his gaze on her, but she chose instead to focus on the maroon lockers lining the walls.

Finally, after becoming incredibly annoyed with his staring, Sabrina stopped walking altogether. She tapped her foot in annoyance, staring back at him.

He's lucky he's attractive, she thought to herself. 'Cause he is just too weird.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

"You don't like me very much, do you?" he questioned, a mischievous look in his green eyes.

She continued walking, rolling her eyes. "When you stare at me like a weirdo, then no."

Puck laughed. "I'm pretty sure that's not the only time you don't like me."

"Why do you even care?" Sabrina asked. "You clearly like to make me mad."

"Only sometimes."

Sabrina was about to retort, when a familiar voice beat her to it.

"Puck!"

The two turned around to find Paris at the end of the hallway, speedily making her way towards them. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Ugh, not now," Puck mumbled. Sabrina snickered as Puck glowered down at her.

Thinking quickly, Puck looked down the hallway and widened his eyes in realization, as if he was spotting a familiar face. "Coach Adams, wait up! Sabrina and I have to ask you something!"

Then, Puck grabbed Sabrina's arm and practically dragged her down the hallway. He didn't stop until they had turned a corner, and were heading towards a set of doors leading outside.

"Where are you going, and why am I being dragged with you?" Sabrina questioned, whipping her arm out of his grasp once they were outside.

"I'm trying to get away from Paris without hurting her feelings," Puck explained. "And you're coming with me because it's fun."

Fun? Who was this other side of Puck?

"Okay, who are you, and what have you done with Puck?" Sabrina questioned.

Puck made his way toward a bench, but rather than sit down on it, he sat down behind it, so as not to be spotted if Paris came searching for him.

After a brief moment of mental debate, Sabrina sat down beside him on the ground.

"What are you talking about?" Puck asked.

"I dunno, you're just always so serious about everything, and now you're talking about wanting to have fun? It just doesn't seem like you."

"Well, I'm very complex," he said in an alluring tone, waggling his eyebrows at her.

She blinked once, before slapping his arm. "Stop being weird. But seriously, you're like, bipolar."

He gave her a look of confusion, his eyebrows knitting together. "How am I bipolar?"

She sighed. Hadn't she just explained this to him?

"When we're at practice you're always so serious, but now you're actually joking around and being nice for once...well, somewhat nice."

"I'm not always serious," he replied simply.

"Yeah you are," Sabrina retorted. "All the time. Or, at least to me you are."

He sighed. "You wanna know a secret?"

Sabrina shrugged, pretending not to be interested. "Sure."

"I'm not a serious person. Ever. At all. I mean, at soccer practice it probably seems like I'm serious, but that's just me being focused. I couldn't be serious if I tried."

Sabrina laughed. "That was a terrible secret, not to mention it was clearly a lie. But if you're not serious, then what are you?"

Puck smirked, and that mischievous look was back in his eyes.

"I'd tell you, but I don't think you can handle it."

Sabrina sat up straight, uncrossing her legs. "I can definitely handle it. I can handle pretty much anything."

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly.

"I'm positive." Sabrina nodded. "Wait... why would I not be able to handle it?"

Puck shrugged. "I just don't want you to be mad."

"I won't be," she promised. "I can handle anything this 'new Puck' has to offer."

At first he didn't reply, but the smirk never left his face. He clearly had something strategically planned, which was the only thing that Sabrina found concerning. The look he was giving her gave her the chills, though it could have also been due to the cold weather.

"Stop looking at me like that!" Sabrina exclaimed. "Should I be worried about what you're about to tell me? I feel like you're about to commit to being a murderer or something."

Puck laughed at her, shaking his head. "No, nothing like that. But I think it would be easier for me to show you who I 'really am'", he said, rolling his eyes, "then to just tell you."

"Alright, then show me," Sabrina demanded. She was becoming antsy.

He gave her an odd look. "Now? I can't show you now."

"Ugh!" Sabrina groaned. "Then when can you show me? 'Cause this is annoying."

He smiled. "You'll just have to wait and see."

So what does Puck have planned to show Sabrina? ;) Since I've been such a bad updater, I won't make you wait too long until I reveal it- though I have a feeling that most of you know what's coming.

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The quote is: "I put the district on my back."

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One of the inventors of this quote is a model (female).

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