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DISCLAIMER (Question: Do i have to do a disclaimer for EVERY CHAPTER, or just the first?) I don't own anything but the idea of this painfully pointless story. :)

In a way, the school was normal, and, being a Grimm, normal wasn't something you came across very often. So when Sabrina found herself blending in with the crowd, she began to feel, well, bored.

It was extremely dull, having to sit in a plastic chair for hours on end while her butt fell asleep and her eyelids started to droop. She managed to make it through first and second period, with the help of Rachel, who, conveniently, was in the same class as Sabrina.

The only thing she had to look forward to was lunch breaks, because during lunch breaks there was, of course, lunch. And that meant a change from Granny Relda's bizarre culinary concoctions.

As she got in line, she realized that she hadn't seen Daphne in the cafeteria. Looking around, she spotted the young brunette at a table full of kids her age, chatting and laughing. Relieved, Sabrina turned back around to face the front, only to be greeted by an all-too-familiar face.

Puck.

Sabrina groaned inwardly. After studying the boy, who was also, unfortunately, in Sabrina's class, she had come to the conclusion that he was an annoying, cocky, self centered jerk.

He would constantly play up in class, talking back to the teachers and anyone else who dared question his so called villainy. The Trickster King, as he called himself, was none other than a prankster. Sabrina had watched him pull prank after prank on unsuspecting victims, mostly girls that swooned over him, and all of them ended the same way. With the poor student having to rush to the bathroom to either retch up their lunch, or wash some vile substance out of their hair, face or clothes.

Now, judging by the look on the boys face, Sabrina suspected she would soon be a victim of one of his foul pranks. But to her surprise, Puck simply grinned at her, then turned back towards the front of the line. Sabrina frowned.

"What, no hello?" she asked, clearly surprised. Puck turned around to face her again, this time a sly grin on his face.

"Hello, Grimm," he said, attempting to bow, which, to Sabrina's surprise, actually looked quite descent. When he straightened up again, Sabrina noted the bright twinkle in his green eyes. Sabrina frowned again. She had seen that look before. It was the one he always had on when one of his 'pranks' were about to take place. Then it dawned on Sabrina.

Oh hell no.

She looked down at her feet, and saw with distinct horror that her former red converse where now covered in what appeared to be mayonnaise and pickles mixed with some sort of brown substance. She dared not imagine what that substance was.

Now Sabrina Grimm was not a girly girl in the least. She had never understood why girls would always shriek and cry when they got so much as a speck of dirt on their heels, but when one owns red converse shoes that had previously been owned by ones uncle, who was now travelling the world in search of magic items, then one must be allowed to over-react when those shoes get dirty. But when those shoes get covered in mayo-pickle-brown thingy, then one must be allowed to do what Sabrina did next.

Sabrina straightened herself, and brought herself up to her full height, looking Puck straight in the eye. It probably didn't help that he was a bit taller than her, but still. Puck grinned at her, a empty bottle in his hand. Sabrina guessed that the previous contents of the bottle were now all over he shoes. Sabrina pulled her arm back, and slugged the boy in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, clearly caught off guard. Sabrina smirked, and then turned and stalked away, leaving behind a very breathless, yet very impressed, Puck Goodfellow.

Sabrina marched back to where Rachel was sitting, along with the other friends Sabrina had made that day. Mark, a slightly tall, slightly good looking black haired boy was busy eating a turkey sandwich. Next to him was Anna, her light brown hair falling over her shoulder and her green eyes focused as she finished her schoolwork. Anna was a very attractive girl, and Sabrina could tell that she didn't want to admit it. She was unusually shy in class, but around her friends, she was a riot.

As she took her place next to Rachel, Sabrina spotted Daphne walking over to her table. Sabrina sighed, stood up, and walked over to her sister. Daphne took her by the hand and dragged her to the far wall of the cafeteria. She leaned against the wall and raised her eyebrows at Sabrina, who crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

"What?" she snapped. She was in no mood for the younger girl's lectures.

"What? What?! You just punched a guy who is much-o hot-o on your first day of school! For no apparent reason!" Daphne yelled, throwing her hands in the air.

"No apparent reason? I had every reason to punch that idiot in the gut. He deserved it! Look at what he did to Uncle Jake's shoes!" Sabrina raged, pointing at her now ruined converse. Daphne looked down and her eyes widened when she saw Sabrina's shoe now crusted with what looked like lumpy brown mayo. She raised her eyebrows and met her sister's gaze once again.

"Still," she said, trying to stay reasonable. "You shouldn't have hit him so hard. He could have gotten hurt."

"Oh, please. I barely tapped him. And besides, haven't you seen his abs? He could probably get run over by a tank and he'd still be fine." Sabrina said, continuing her rant.

"His arms are like tree trunks, all muscly and strong, I bet you he could take a punch from a girl anyda-" Sabrina stopped when she saw her sister's eyes widen at something behind her. Sabrina turned around slowly, only to come face to face with Puck himself for the second time that day.

Sabrina groaned. He had heard her. No doubt about it. He had heard her mad ravings about his body and worse, he seemed to be enjoying it. The smirk on his face and the way his arms were crossed over his chest triumphantly told Sabrina just that. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Checking out the Trickster King, hey Grimm?" he asked, grinning. Sabrina could have strangled him. She turned back to Daphne, hoping the little girl could get her out of the situation, but she had slipped away quietly, leaving Sabrina to deal with Puck herself.

Fine, she thought to herself. I'll show him.

She turned around to face him, only to have herself pushed up against the wall none too gently. Her eyes widened in surprise as she stared at the boy in front of her. His eyes had turned a shade darker, and he had a devilish smile on his face. Sabrina glared at him. Who did he think he was, cornering her? She would show him that the Queen of the Sneaks could not be manipulated easily.

Puck placed one hand on the wall beside Sabrina's head. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

"For a girl, you've got a pretty good right hook."

Sabrina struggled to contain herself and the unwanted emotions his breath sent through her body. She shivered, and her breathing quickened. Puck pulled back, and looked at her face. He appeared to be studying her, as if she were some sort of animal he had come across in the forest.

Sabrina took a deep breath, and tried to focus on getting herself under control. Once she had managed to do just that, she looked into his eyes and glared at him.

"Oh yeah? Well why don't you come closer and we'll see how good it is," she threatened. Puck raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer. She could feel his breath on her face and it was all she could do to stop herself from closing her eyes. Part of her wanted to lean in and close the gap between them, but the other part wanted to kick the boy where it hurt the most. She was about to decide when suddenly Puck pulled away. He stepped back, then looked at her face. He crossed his arms over his chest again and smirked at her.

"You didn't punch me, Grimm," he teased. Sabrina blushed, but before she could do or say anything, Puck winked at her and walked away. Sabrina stood there, shocked.

"You don't know what's coming Grimm," he called over his shoulder. "This means war!"