Magnetic Attractions || The Sisters Grimm

Chapter Five: Sabrina

I woke up the next morning feeling even more wrecked than Sleeping Beauty. My eyes were puffy and red. My hair felt like it occupied birds and tendered to their eggs.

What's new?

Puck, That stupid but ultimately right voice in my head sang, cheerfully. Cheerfully??

All the events that occurred last night comes rushing back to me, Puck catching me sneak in, locking me inside his room, me screaming at him, him calling me a brainless slut.
Me stabbi- ugh you fool.
I clutch my pillow tightly to my face and groan.

Another one randomly pops in my mind, gentle fingertips tucking my hair behind my hair.

I shake my head and get out of my bed, my face burns. He probably didn't mean it that way. Puck's pea sized brain could never comprehend what gentle is.

Still blushing, I recall the handsome green eyed boy I saw yesterday. He was clean and well dressed. Well, well dressed enough for Puck. His hair was the only thing that gave me insight to the boy I once knew. His hair was messy and looked like it hadn't been brushed in months.

Typical Puck.

I almost catch myself smiling wistfully in my small mirror that was on my bedstand, before quickly putting a stop to any facial movement.

That boy is better off gone exploring the world for magical artifacts than here ruining my life. My life is already terrible enough as it is. One prank, accident or even wrong look from that fairy send send me doing something worse than stabbing him in the arm with a fork.

I smile widely in the mirror, as I force myself to believe.
Then I almost immediately wince. Was that spinach from Granny's apple and spinach soup stuck between my teeth?

Ugh.

Clutching my toilet essentials, a body towel and extra clothes, I slowly make my way out of my room and tiptoe my way to the toilet. I go extra quiet as I pass Puck's room. Someone catching me would be terrible. Puck catching me would be horrific.
I could almost imagine that smirk. His hot breath on my neck. "As long as you need me here I'm not going anywhere"

I shiver.

It must be from the window open. I'm in a thin nightdress, that's all.

"Gooood morning, Sabrina."

I jump at the overly optimistic voice that chirped from behind me.
"Daphne!"

She frowns. "What. I'm trying to be more splifty."

I quickly skim through my 'Daphne's crazy word inventions' mental dictionary.

Splifty; adj. To be happy or act in a optimistic, positive way.

"Alright then. Be splifty... Somewhere else." I make shooing gestures and hurry my journey to the bathroom.

I swiftly lock the door behind me, sighing when a soft click is heard.

I turn on the showers and proceed to have the last ten minutes of bliss and peace I'd have in a long while.

Then I hear banging on the door. I instantly freeze, my hair heavy with conditioner.

"Open up!"

My jaw instantly clenches.

Puck continues. "Do you really need this long to get ready, Grimm. What difference does it make? You'll be still ugly after."