Hello…I'm sorry for not updating, you may kill me now…..TEAR! I'M SORRY! I'm just going to go die in a corner now…enjoy…*DEATH*

The next morning goes exactly the way I thought it would, I get up early get ready for school then sit down next to Puck and Daphne to get lectured by the rest of the family. The lecture is the same one we get every time we sneak out and do something dangerous, "Don't be stupid."

"I'm glad your okay, but what were you thinking!?"

"I should nail you all to the wall to keep you here!" and stuff like that. After they've run out of steam, Daphne and I apologize, and Puck brags about saving me again. Then its off to school to get the real stuff started.

I speed walk through the hall, ignoring the glares and waves from girls and people I know. I slide in the door right before the bell rings, to see something I didn't expect; eleven of the basketball boys sitting in my normally almost empty homeroom. "Huh?" Is all I manage to get out before I get swallowed into a hug, Carter squeezes me, "Hello dearest manager." He laughs. "We transferred into your home room!" Braiden calls.

"Why?" I ask, tugging out of Carters grip to walk towards my seat. "We had weight room for our home room, but it got shut down for remodeling, so we transferred." Peter mumbles. I give him a soft smile, Peters a quiet boy, never saying much. "Alrighty then, just don't mess with me, I've got stuff to do." I slump in my seat pulling out an essay due in two days.

Lane clutches his chest in fake pain, "Your cold attitude wounds me!" he wails and I roll my eyes chuckling softly. I glance around one more time hoping to find a familiar head of blonde hair, but hes not here. Puck has home room down the hall, but I was still hoping he might transfer. Even if we do just argue.

Needless to say, I get nothing done during my homeroom. Stupid boys. That meant second hour was spent scribbling down words I should have gotten down in first hour.

When the bell finally rang for third hour, I was starting to get a little nervous, I mean what happens if Puck just pulls a bunch of insults out of his ass? Then what? All my hard work for nothing, that's what.

I slide into my seat ahead of Puck right before the bell rings. Then for the next half an hour listen to person after person tell me stuff I really don't care about. We're second to last, meaning it takes a while for us to get up there.

I let Puck go first, wanting to hear what he did before I go embarrass myself. I sit back, my chest a tiny bit tight, to listen. "My partners Grimm." He starts looking at me, and since its Puck the entire class is listening avidly. "The first word I chose is smart, something that's obvious to anyone who hangs around her. She always has a solution and can use her brain when she needs it most. It even shows in her sarcasm, and trust me theres a lot of it.

The next word is brave, something not a lot of us can say. She has the ability to get things done, even when it looks really bad. She doesn't back down even when shes scared, which sometimes works for her, sometimes not.

The third word is stubborn. She is the most stubborn person I have met, other than myself of course. She doesn't back down, standing behind whatever she believes in no matter what. When she decides to do something you cant stop her.

The last word I chose is compassion, she has that air about her that tells you that you can trust her. She can be hard, but even if she hates you, she'll save you rather than kill you. Shes just nice like that." He stops, and hands the paper to our teacher, on his way to his seat he finally meets my eyes, and when he does I smile.

He smiles back, a slight smirk in there to, like hes telling me "See, I can be a nice person." I nod lightly and begin my journey to the front of the class, papers in hand.

I stop at the front and prep myself for the loss of pride about to happen. "My partner is Puck." I start, not looking at his face. "The first word I chose was honest, because Puck will tell any one bluntly what they need to hear. He tells the truth, even if it may seem like the wrong thing to say at the time, you can trust Puck to say it.

The second word is loyal, if your are close to him, family member or otherwise he will stick with you. He stays even in the bad and is protective when needed.

The next word is immature, yes Puck is immature and we all know it. But that's not a bad thing, because if everyone was mature and serious all the time no one would laugh, we wouldn't have carnivals or rollercoasters. The world would be bland and grey.

My finally word is caring, even if you think he doesn't care, he does. Sometimes you have to look close, but he does care. Sometimes it shows out right, like when he saves your butt, or helps you up when you fall. Something I admire, even if I hate to admit it." I hand the stack of papers to the teacher and go back to my seat. I look at Puck, he looks awed. I don't smile, but we share a look anyway. I didn't smile during or after my speech, but I do walk out of class smiling.

I stomp my feet, knocking off the sheet rock dust. I had gone to visit the dorms, see how construction was going. It was going faster than expected. Apparently they should be done a couple days after we get back from Hawaii. There was plenty of room and the kitchen was already updated, so the only things we need to mess with are the bathrooms, which are under construction, and furniture. Other than that they're finished with the dorms.

I wave one last time at the construction workers, before heading to the gym. I walk along slowly, listening. Something doesn't seem right, but I brush it off and pick up the pace. I open the doors and shout hello. I get a few hellos back, but I notice the gym is almost silent. No sneaker squeaks, no balls bouncing, no whistles being blown, nothing.

Then I turn the corner and see the girl who had messed up my friendship with Puck in the first place: Carrie. ( A/N Remember? Flashback to her first boyfriend and Carrie?) Puck had his arm slung over her shoulders and he was beaming at the girl. I smiled a totally fake smile and walked over, hand out to shake. "Hi, I'm Sabrina the manager. I don't think we've met." I say, voice sounding as fake as tofu meat. She smiles back and takes my hand, "Hello, I'm Carrie. Its nice to meet you. I was thinking about trying to become assistant coach." She says, and anger starts to build in my chest.

I nod and turn to glare at the boys, my anger at Carrie flowing out through my eyes. "And why are you just standing there?" you say, voice quiet and serious as death. The boys shiver and nod quickly, making them look like bobble heads. They then quietly turn to begin practice, staying as far away as possible.

With that I send one last smile at Carrie, "Puck, I have stuff to do today, make sure she gets to talk to coach." And with that I turn and walk straight out, my anger making my steps silent and swift.

Third person P.O.V.

After Sabrina left and Puck had taken Carrie to the coaches office, the remaining boys stopped to talk. "I don't know if this is a good idea…." Braden says staring at the door Puck and Carrie had gone through. "Shut up. You thought of the idea in the first place!" Daniel throws a basket ball at Braden, hitting him in the stomach.

"Yeah, Go out with Carrie! you said, Make Brina jealous with your ex-girlfriend! you said, well it worked! Happy now?" Carter asks, miming a whiny kid.

"Yes it worked, but still. Did you see the way she tensed up? And the anger she directed at us?" Jason shudders as the says it, thinking of the look of doom Sabrina had sent them.

"Relax, after Hawaii, things will work out. Puck will dump Carrie, ask Sabrina out, and have little adorable babies!" Jacob squeals the last part and the rest of the players narrow their eyes.

"Still, I'm a little afraid of what will happen when Puck and Carrie start to date. And what will happen if she gets assistant coach?" Max mutters, the rest of the boys freeze at the thought. Yeah…not a very good idea. "Why did we encourage you?" Lane asks Braden and he shrugs. "Why did Puck agree at all?" Peter mumbles. Once again silence falls, and a shiver runs through the team.

The door opens and they turn to see a smiling Carrie and Puck, one arm around the girls waist. "Guess what? I'm assistant coach!" she squeals. "And we're dating." Puck adds, sending a single thought through the mind of the rest of the team: Oh shit.

*Slowly raises undead head* GRAAAARRHHHH…..brains. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed the last thing I wrote while I was alive. I love you guys, even when I'm undead. Now I leave you with a recommendation: WATCH Kuroko no Basket! I love that show….the hotness of sweaty anime boys overwhelms me….*nosebleed*…..well I'm gonna go die again, this time from blood loss….good bye *DEATH*