AN: I was in Drivers' Ed, sitting there doodling, when I thought of this. I couldn't resist the thought of a story like this.

I kind of have an idea where this might go. That's wonderful for me. Usually I can barely get past the first chapter. And I'm sorry, this one will seem pointless, but I have to introduce the characters and open up the plot. Just, - bear with me, k?

The classroom was cold, just like the crisp October weather outside the building. What was she doing there anyway?

Oh yeah. School.

After the Grimms had gotten Tobias Clay out of jail, there had been a few years of relative quiet in the town, with a few mysteries, but barely any activity from the Hand. Sabrina suspected that they were planning something, but she had no proof to support her thoughts. All the rest of the family was just happy that they hadn't tried anything.

Since Mayor Heart had suddenly disappeared, after a few months some of the humans started moving back in. Business started returning, and as more jobs had to be filled, more humans came to fill them. After enough teachers were in town, the schools opened again. So the kids were forced to go to school.

The Ferryport Landing High school was a one story brick building down the road from the elementary and middle schools, with a parking lot big enough for about thirty cars. One hundred and fifty people went there, so in about a month Sabrina had learned everyone's name, number, and second cousin.

Of course, Puck was in every single one of her classes, thanks to Uncle Jake. He had come in the first day and met with the secretary, a little old lady who wore a different ascot every day, and bingo, the schedules were fixed.

So there she was, sitting in second period History, tapping the eraser of her pencil on the desk to the song in her head.

The stars are burning,
I hear your voice in my mind.
Can't you hear me calling?
My heart is yearning,
Like the ocean that's running dry.
Catch me I'm falling.
It's like the ground is crumbling
Underneath my feet.
Won't you save me?
There's gonna be a monsoon
When you get back to me.

"Hey."

Sabrina looked up just as a paper wad smacked her in the head. She unwrapped it, smoothing out the wrinkles so she could read it.

On it was Puck's scribble:

What song?

She sighed. Only Puck would know if she was thinking of a song or not. It could get really annoying sometimes. She wrote back:

A Year Without Rain. :P

She wadded the paper back up and tossed it at his head, then hurriedly looked at the board, poising her pencil so it looked like she was taking notes. Mr. Donlan went on, seemingly unknowing of the notes being passed. He didn't even pause in his summary of the French Revolution.

Again the wad smacked her head.

P That's no good.

Catalyst is better. ;D

She glared at him. Of course he would recommend his favorite song. Hmm, what could she say to that? Oh yeah. She put the name of the song she had been humming in first period study hall.

Oh yeah? Try

Catching Up.

It'll stay in your head longer. ;P

She threw it back, waiting for a reply. She turned her head, glancing at the kids nearby. There was Stephanie, all her attention on the teacher, and Louise to her right, her head craned over her sketchbook. Those were only a few of the girls that Sabrina had befriended in the past month, not to mention the guys she had met. All types had tried to ask her out, but she hadn't felt like any of them had any depth. And strangely, none of the guys ever tried talking to her again after they were turned down. They all just hurried past her, trying to avoid eye contact.

Another smack.

Really?

Loathing. ;3

Sabrina groaned. After Louise had put the clip on Facebook, that song had randomly been belted out in the hallway for weeks. Parts of it still came up in the most unlikely moments. She remembered when it had started playing in her head in the middle of a science test.

Ok.

You win. P

She threw it back, Puck caught it and grinned.

"So the French-"

Thankfully, the intercom signal cut through Mr. Donlan's lecture.

"Could we please have all the freshmen come to the auditorium at this time please. All freshmen to the auditorium at this time. Thank you."

With the regular chatter of bored teenagers, about six students - Sabrina, Puck, Stephanie and Louise included, got up to leave. "Before you go, make sure you've written down tonight's assignment!" Mr. Donlan called out to the class. He was ignored.

The auditorium was small, about the size of the Golden Egg, and it smelled like bleach and floor cleaner. Sabrina gagged. What were they going to tell them now?

The remaining freshman class of 2015 sat in the first three rows, lounging and talking quietly. Sabrina, Stephanie, and Louise sat down directly behind them, and Puck sat right behind them.

A portly man—a Mr. McFayley, was on the stage, a microphone in his hand. He cleared his throat. The students stopped their conversations and looked at him expectantly. He coughed again.

"Well, as you probably have heard, the school's first Halloween Festival is at the end of this month. The seniors have already gotten the preparations for the dance, and the juniors and sophomores have made the arrangements for the festival in the park, so all that's left to do is prepare the Fall Celebration of the Arts. As this is the least likely to me messed up, we have put the freshmen in charge. Your job is to come up with a schedule, decorations, and organize the performing groups. Who will volunteer to head the group in charge of schedule?"

A few hands were raised. Sabrina nudged Stephanie. "Raise your hand. You're really organized and you handle time well. You would be good at this."

Stephanie smiled a little and raised her hand.

The man on the stage spoke again. "And who will volunteer to be on the decorations committee?" Louise's hand shot up. Puck snickered, and she lowered it slightly, but then Stephanie elbowed her and she straightened her arm.

Sabrina turned and glared at Puck.

"What?" he asked, obviously confused.

She growled. "Don't be stupid. Louise is a great artist, and there is nothing wrong with decorating, so shut your big mouth." She turned to Louise. "Don't listen to him, just do whatever you want."

Louise grinned. "It's fine. I just thought I was too excited, so it doesn't matter anyway. But thanks."

Mr. McFayley had already called the people for organizing the performing groups while they had been talking, and the bell dismissing the students to their third period classes had rung. The four got up to go.

Sabrina and Puck's lockers were next to each other, and Stephanie's was only three away, but Louise's was right underneath Puck's. This was a problem for both of them, because Louise's six foot frame forced her to kneel in the busy hallway in order to get to her things, and when she did that Puck had to lean over her to reach his stuff, and then when he tried to close his locker Louise had to duck to avoid it. The whole situation was awkward for both of them.

Louise was already at her locker, pulling out her books when Puck and Sabrina got there.

Puck was always surprised. "How'd you get here so fast?"

Louise looked up and grinned. "I walked. You should try it, it works really well. "

Sabrina snorted and opened her locker to get her Spanish binder. Louise was like Puck in a lot of ways, mostly their sense of humor and their reactions to different situations, because the two of them looked almost nothing alike. Louise was at least an inch taller than Puck, with long curly mahogany hair and eyes nearly the same color. Her skinny frame was similar to his, but hers wasn't as muscle-bound as Puck's, and she was paler, slightly pinkish with freckles, while Puck had been unconsciously developing a slight tan.

Sabrina stared at the two of them, looking for more differences. Although she had only known Louise for a little over two months, Sabrina had noticed that Louise was really good at drawing, while Puck's "art" was hardly more than stick figures. Louise was also more apt to laugh at things than Puck. Overall, Louise was a lighthearted person.

Puck looked around and caught her staring. She opened her mouth to defend herself, but he shook his head, grinning. "Later."

Louise stood up. "Well, see you in Geometry. Bye!"

And with that, she turned around and headed down the hall. Sabrina and Puck walked down the hall to the Foreign Language room. Since the school was so small, all three of the foreign languages taught there—French, Spanish, and German, were all taught in one room, just at different periods of the day. Third period was Spanish.

The two headed to their seats, and as soon as Puck was in the seat next to her, he cut to the chase.

"So, why were you staring? I know I'm good looking, but you don't normally ogle much." He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"I was just thinking how you guys are alike."

"Ah. Sure. That's it," he said sarcastically. "Are you kidding? We're nothing alike! Why were you really looking?"

"Now, clase, saquen sus carpetas de tareas por favor." The teacher's voice cut through the conversation, and they were forced to stop it for the moment.

Spanish passed quickly, and when the bell rang Puck caught Sabrina's arm before she could get out of the room and pushed her into the hallway where they melted with the crowd. He kept pushing until they reached their lockers again.

Sabrina shrugged him off and worked the lock on hers, twisted the numbers while he talked.

"Why were you really looking? Must I blackmail it out of you?"

She scowled. "I already told you. And besides, you don't have anything to blackmail me on."

He shrugged. "I could make something up. Maybe something about a crush, or maybe a secret letter."

"A secret letter? How could that get me in trouble?"

"It would if it was to a guy asking him to meet you somewhere at night, as that would mean you were planning to sneak out." He waggled his eyebrows. She groaned. Henry would be furious if he knew she had snuck out at night.

"I told you, I was looking for similarities. Although, considering that her IQ is at least a hundred points above yours, it was surprising that I found anything at all."

"So what did you find then?"

She pushed past him down the hallway, heading for the Geometry room. "Come on, we're going to be late if we don't hurry."

Louise was waiting in the room for them when they came in, sitting next to a strawberry blonde girl, who was already working on the warm up. Louise waved them over and patted the two seats next to her, and they sat down.

The entire day went like that, with Puck badgering about the differences and Sabrina ignoring him. It wasn't till they finally got home that she told him, and even then he wasn't convinced.

"Well, I don't see why you had to ignore me the whole day. You could have just told me anyway."

"I just didn't want her to think I was talking about her behind her back. And I knew you wouldn't care that much anyway."

"You know, you could've just said I was handsome and avoid the problem altogether." He grinned.

"You wish. Besides, I thought you wanted me to be honest."

"Yeah, but- hey!"