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Sabrina slammed her locker shut for the last time that day. She was officially drained. She turned around and stomped off down the white hallway. She rounded the corner, only to bump into something big, soft and strong. She stumbled and nearly fell back when an arm reached out and grasped her hand. Sabrina regained her balance and looked up at the eyes of her savior.

"Thanks, I-"Sabrina gasped. "Puck?!"

Puck smirked. "Happy to see me Grimm? Can't get enough of my gorgeous looks? Well, I don't blame you. Luckily for you, you'll be seeing a lot more of this," Puck gestured to his body, "now that we're partners. I expect you to have done half the work when I come over at 6:30 today."

Sabrina stood shocked. She had almost forgotten about the Shakespeare project. How could she forget? And now Puck was coming over. Tonight.

"Why my place?" She snapped. "Can't we go to yours?"

She thought she saw Puck's smile falter and a flicker of uncertainty cross his eyes, but then he grinned and shook his head.

"Of course not, Grimm. What better way to declare war on you than to terrorize your friends and family?"

Sabrina groaned. She could handle him being a jerk towards her, she could handle the endless pranks and so called 'jokes', but she couldn't handle him embarrassing her in front of her family. That was just too far.

Sabrina grabbed puck by the hood of his green sweatshirt and pulled him closer so that they were nose-to-nose. Puck's eyes widened but he remained silent.

"Listen, pusbrain, I will not allow you to turn me into a laughing stock in front of my family. You are coming over, we are studying, and then you are leaving. That's it. No funny business. Now bug off."

Sabrina released her hold on the boy. He stepped back a bit, as if regaining his balance. Then he shook his head and smirked at her.

"Oh Grimm, you really don't have any idea what's coming, do you?" he taunted, then spun on his heel and walked down the hall.

…...

It was 6:00. Puck would be here in half an hour. Sabrina had told her parents about the project, and her new study buddy. Veronica seemed excited, claiming Sabrina had gotten her first boyfriend. Henry had just groaned and complained that he wasn't ready for this. Daphne was delighted of course. She had placed her palm in her mouth and bitten so hard Sabrina was worried she might have eaten her finger off.

Granny Relda had rushed off to prepare some of her famous camel hump soup once she had heard the news. Sabrina had told her not to, but the old woman insisted that first dates needed a touch of good food, and rushed off to do the deeds.

Mr Canis and Red were meditating in the garden. They had been doing a lot of this lately, and Basil would sometimes join them. Now he was laying on the floor of the living room, reading one of the Grimm Journals.

Sabrina headed upstairs and changed into a simple blue crop top that showed a bit of her stomach when she stretched. She put on white jeans and left her hair down. Then she gathered her things and went downstairs to wait for Puck.

It was 6:43 when the doorbell rang. Sabrina was so engrossed in reading about Macbeth that she jumped when she heard it. She walked to the door and opened it. There stood Puck, his blonde hair swept back, his hands stuffed into the pockets of a maroon hoodie. He was wearing black jeans and converse high-tops. When Sabrina looked up she saw his eyes darting over her body. She suddenly felt self-conscious. She coughed and crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

"So? Are you gonna come in or not?" she asked. He smiled at her mischievously and Sabrina caught herself smiling back. He looked extremely cute right now, she just couldn't help it. He wasn't playing some nasty joke on her, and she felt relieved as he stepped inside the house. He looked around him and let out a long, low whistle.

"This is your house?" he asked, clearly impressed. Sabrina nodded.

"Yeah." She replied.

Basil walked up to them. He grinned when he saw Puck.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Puck grinned back at him. "I am the Trickster King, kid. And I'm guessing you're Grimm's brother?" he asked, ruffling Basil's red hair. Basil smiled and nodded.

"And Daphne's brother, too." and with that he walked back to the couch and continued reading.

Puck scanned the room and grinned when he saw the kitchen.

"My favorite room in the house!" he crowed. Sabrina rolled her eyes and followed him as he stepped in the small yet cozy kitchen.

Granny Relda was busy making soup. Puck walked over to her and looked over her shoulder.

"Hello, old lady. What's cooking?" he asked, squinting at the bubbling broth. Sabrina's jaw dropped open. How dare he call her grandmother an old lady? Who did he think he was?

But to Sabrina's utter surprise, Granny Relda simply laughed and turned to the boy.

"Hello, young man," she smiled. "I'm making camel hump soup. I hope you're hungry."

Puck grinned at her. "Old lady, I'm always hungry."

Granny Relda smiled and turned to Sabrina. "What a charming boy," she said.

Sabrina just nodded dumbly. Granny seemed to like Puck. That was strange. They acted as if they were old friends.

"Liebling, why don't you go up to your room and study? I need to set the table, and your parents should be back soon."

Sabrina nodded again. She turned to the table and began packing her stuff up. She shut her laptop and placed her books in a pile, then picked them up. Puck was busy rummaging through the cupboards and raiding the fridge. He turned around and Sabrina saw that he had packets of chips and cookies in his arms. He also had a full bottle of orange juice. He grinned at Sabrina.

"Your house is awesome," he said. "I might come around more often".

Sabrina shook her head at him. "No dirtface, you're staying where you belong, I don't know where that is, but it's definitely not my house." She marched up the stairs, and into the hallway. Puck followed behind her.

Daphne was coming out of her room when she noticed the two teens walking towards Sabrina's room. She squealed and bit down on her palm. Sabrina rolled her eyes and continued walking, but Puck stopped and looked at Daphne.

"Who's the Marshmallow?" he asked. Sabrina turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Marshmallow?"

"Yeah you know, this one," he gestured towards Daphne with his head, since his arms were full. Daphne frowned at the nickname, but then her face lit up with a grin.

"I love it!" she cried. Then she turned to Sabrina. "What's your boyfriend's name?"

Sabrina felt her face grow hot and she glared at Daphne. "He is NOT my boyfriend!" she cried. Then she turned to Puck, and saw that he was grinning mischievously. He tossed a packet of chocolate cookies to Daphne.

"This stays as our secret, Marshmallow," he winked. "Now eat up."

Daphne smiled and bounded down the stairs. Sabrina turned around, fuming. Great! Now her whole family would think that Puck was her boyfriend, no matter what Daphne had promised.

Her day couldn't get any worse.

She walked into her room and flopped down on her double bed. She placed her books on the black quilt and sat down with her back against the headboard. Puck sat down beside her, emptying his arms of the food. Packets of chips and biscuits fell on Sabrina's bed. She rolled her eyes.

"Get your food off my work, you jerk," she groaned. Puck smirked at her.

"Oh, come on, Grimm! You're no fun! What's the matter, you gone emo or something?" He asked.

Sabrina glared at him. "No, idiot, I am not depressed. I'm tired, that's all."

Puck's grin faded and he looked her over. She noticed his gaze travel down her stomach. She blushed and wriggled uncomfortably. Then, suddenly, Puck snatched the laptop from her lap and opened it up. Sabrina frowned.

"What are you doing?"

Puck stared intently on the screen. "Doing the thing I hate the most. Work."

Sabrina raised her eyebrows. "If you hate it so much, why are you doing it?" she questioned.

Puck groaned, and looked her in the eye. "Because," he sighed dramatically. "You're tired. I'm being nice. Something I never am. You should consider yourself lucky, Grimm."

Sabrina smiled and leaned back, stretching out her legs. She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply. It felt nice to let someone else do the work.

A few seconds had passed before Sabrina herd Puck scoff. She opened her eyes and found Puck glaring at the screen. He turned to her.

"We are not doing Macbeth," he sneered. "We are going to do A Midsummer Night's Dream."

Sabrina frowned. "Do you even know anything about A Midsummer Night's Dream?" she asked.

Puck smirked. "Of course I know about that. why, Shakespeare himself wrote abo-" Puck stopped and his eyes grew wide, as if he had almost told her a secret.

"What?" Sabrina asked, curious. Puck shook his head.

"Nothing, don't worry," then he picked up a packet of chips, Salt and Vinegar, Sabrina's favorite, and ripped it open. There was only one bag of Salt and Vinegar chips. Sabrina suddenly realized that she was really hungry. Puck saw her looking at the bag and offered her some. Sabrina smiled, and just when she was about to dip her hand into the bag, Puck snatched it away. He grinned when she looked up and glared at him.

"Pass them over, stinkface," she growled. Puck shook his head and held the bag over his head. Sabrina lunged for it, knocking Puck off the bed as she did so. He fell on the floor and she rolled on top of him.

"Can't keep your hands off me Grimm?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Sabrina blushed, realizing what an awkward position they were in. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, straddling him, and her hands were on his chest. Puck help the bag of chips in one hand, and the other was gripping Sabrina's waist.

Sabrina turned even redder. Puck, noticing this, grinned. He sat up, causing her to sit in his lap. She frowned at him.

"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped. Puck raised his eyebrows at her.

"You're the one sitting in my lap, I think you should get off." Sabrina glared at him, getting up. He was so immature.

"Lieblings, time for dinner!" came Granny's voice from downstairs. Puck frowned and stood up.

"What does liebling mean?" he asked Sabrina.

"It's German for sweetheart," she replied. Puck grinned.

"Well then," he said. "Let's go eat, liebling."