Okey Dokey, guys. I know, I know. I didn't update last Friday or Monday. But I'll make it up to you, I swear. This chapter is a little dry, but its not just a filler, cause its all relevent to the plot. Well... it kind of is a filler, but I needed it here, so... *raspberry*

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Chapter 5, in which Sabrina complains, complains some more, and breaks up yet another fight between Puck and Jeb.

"Liebling! You're home!" Granny Relda cried as I opened and slammed the front door behind me. I was soaking wet from the rain. My long blond hair was clinging together, kind of like very thin, wet dreadlocks.

Yeah. I was kind of regretting just running off into the woods. Maybe it was karma or something, and I would probably get a cold now. But it was better than the alternative of staying around, and letting him carry me all the way home after I'd rejected him.

I was confused and angry. Stupid Puck. Stupid Me. Stupid Daphne. Stupid Hayden. Stupid Jeb. Stupid world! If the world was a person, it'd be pushing me down again and again, never getting tired of the amusing game. It would be rolling on the floor in a fit of laughter, pointing at me and my misery in this awkward situation. In its eyes, I was probably wearing Mr Seven's 'I AM AN IDIOT' hat. That's how much it hated me.

"Puck got home without you, and I was wondering where you were!" Granny continued. "I asked him and he just mumbled something. So I thought that you must have gotten into another fight. And then it began to rain and I was in an awful worry that you were out there alone! And then…" She kept going, rushing up to me and clinging to my shoulders like I was the last thing left in the world.

When she had finished, I dismissed her grumpily, stalked off to my room and threw myself down on the bed grumpily. I turned the radio on as loud as it could go, closed the door, covered my face with my thick pillow, then screamed my lungs out all the way until dinner.

I deal with these things so very well, do I not?

When it was time for dinner, I made my way as slowly as possible out the door and down the stairs to the dinner table. I'd been expecting to see Puck, but apparently he was in his room blowing things up, as quoted by Uncle Jake.

"Sabrina, so glad to see you out of your room." Granny pulled my chair out from under the table for me. "You must have a lot of homework today."

"Yeah," I grumbled, "Loads." My voice had gone hoarse from roaring for so long, and my throat felt inflamed, as if I were swallowing bees. Or a lawnmower.

Granny placed a bowl full of clear-yellow liquid down in front of me, and continued her conversation with Uncle Jake. "Jake, regardless of your disagreements, you and I need to go to Baba Yaga's hut to investigate the disappearance of the North Wind. I suspect that it might have something to do with Nottingham's absence, and I can't imagine that going swell."

"You think the Hand has something to do with it?" Jake asked.

"Undoubtedly." This topic might have interested me, but I was in a foul mood. I didn't need even more harrowing news about the Scarlet Hand's newest way to escape Ferryport Landing.

I turned my nose up at the soup, grabbed an apple, then went back to my room where I cried myself to sleep.

Like I said, I was totally boss at dealing with my anguish.

The next morning I made sure that I slept in so I would miss the "Puck express" and have to be driven to school by Jake. All went to plan, and apparently Puck had refused to carry Daphne or Red to school and they came along for the ride to school in Jake's car as well.

Daphne looked up at me and shoved her palm into her mouth. She was bouncing up and down and shaking her other hand around like a mad-man. A mad-pre-adolescent-girl. She took her palm out of her mouth for a few brief seconds to squeak one word to me.

"Hayden!" she squeaked oh-so-comprehensibly, before biting down on her palm again.

I sighed. "The date was a success?" She nodded. "And you guys are officially dating?" I asked dryly.

"YEEESSSS!" She squealed, and Jake slammed his foot down on the brakes.

"Are you kids okay back there?" He asked with worry. He saw Daphne's current behavior- bouncing up and down, grinning, squeezing her eyes shut- and must have guessed the situation. He restarted the car and I continued my questions.

"So it doesn't even bother you that he was dating your very enemy just yesterday?"

Daphne halted and her smile slowly melted from her face. "Oh no…" She whispered. She began to hyperventilate then turned on me, "I HATE YOU! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT?" She started hitting me mercilessly.

"Hey! Watch it!" I warned, catching her fists. She struggled to evade my grip, but soon gave up.

"Why did you have to ask me that?" She breathed raggedly, giving me death glares. My little sister: the drama queen. It was almost cute. But I wasn't in the mood for cute.

"Look," I sighed, "Just tell him that you can't date for at least another week."

She pouted sadly for the rest of the trip. I knew I should have felt bad for being a total Monday (The ruin-er of all time? I think we've gone over this at
some point). But I didn't. Call me slack, but I just didn't.

Once we were in town, our car pulled up outside the school, and I climbed out. Jake drove off with Daphne and Red to get them to their own school. And then, I was alone.

I walked through the tall school gates, searching for a nice shady spot to sit in as I waited for the bell to go for school. Just as I turned a corner around one of the buildings, I saw a fight going on in the middle of the baseball field and a large crowd was forming around it. Shrugging my shoulders, I decided there was nothing else to do, so I headed towards the field.

It was only when I entered the field when I realised who was in the fight. There were angry shouts of names here and then, and the main two names? Puck and Jeb. I began to walk a little quicker, my pace soon turning into a run, over to the large crowd of teenagers all standing around the two boys, and cheering them on. I pushed through the crowd of guys, most of them giving me a shove back in response. Once I broke through, I saw what was happening. They were wrestling each other, trying to get one another to the ground. Puck was winning for a while and finally pushed Jeb to the ground.

Puck looked so angry. He looked so angry that it frightened me. His eyes were blind with fury as he got on top of Jeb and started mercilessly punching him in the gut. And you know what? As much as I wanted to jump right in and join Puck with the punching…. I knew this was wrong.

"Puck! Stop it!" I yelled. Puck turned briefly to me, then back to Jeb, still pounding him in the stomach.

"I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!" I shouted, as I bent down and threw Puck off of Jeb and into the crowd of onlookers.

Puck stumbled about, trying to get up as he composed himself. He looked me in the eyes, rage plastered onto his face. Never had I seen him this angry. We stood there, staring each other directly in the eyes, until his fury melted away to a dark scowl. He gave me a disgraced look, then turned into the crowd and stalked away.

I turned back to Jeb to see his injury. He was still recovering, his breath faltering raggedly and desperately. His pleading eyes were looking up at me, and I almost saw something in them. A real sincerity… but I didn't give a crap about Jeb. Even if he did like me, like Puck had 'so said'. But I did give a crap about Puck.

"You're one lucky bastard." I told Jeb angrily, pointing a finger at him, before I pushed myself out of the crowd and ran after Puck.

I reached him and spun him around roughly by his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "What was that all about? You could have seriously hurt that guy!"

He just gave me a firm look, then turned back around and started walking again. I caught up and stood in front of him.

"Seriously, Puck! You have to tell me."

He let out a huff, "He just threatened something." Puck tried to turn around but I stopped him, giving him a pointed look. "He threatened you. Said he had a few mates who thought you'd be good game," Puck said disgustedly.

I stopped, mouth gaping open as I watched Puck stalk away. Oh goat. Now I saw why Puck had been so angry. And I'd been just thinking that my life couldn't possibly get any worse. Why was everything suddenly taking this turn? Had I done something wrong? Had I stepped on some sacred butterfly, and now the world would stop at nothing to make me pay?

And just in case I haven't made myself clear about the horrific mess I'd
landed in, here's a simple list:

1- I went to a school where every single person (bar one) hated me.
2- The only person who didn't hate me asked me out, and it was too awkward for us to be friends
3- Jeb's friends were supposedly going to try and get back at me for knocking Jeb's lights out
4- I had no friends
5- The world was out to get me
6- My sister hated me
7- I was going to be expelled for breaking my probation
8- Said expelling would most likely force me to move out of Ferryport Landing so that I was able to go to school, since there was only one high school in Ferryport Landing and there was some dumb law about it being compulsory for me to go to school.

And you know what? Problem number eight was beginning to not be a lot of a problem anymore. I was really beginning to feel like my life wouldn't be that much worse if I moved. Actually, I really wanted to leave Ferryport Landing.

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