AN: So, I tried to do a prequel, I really did. It just didn't work. At all. So I'm doing a sequel instead.

"So…," Sabrina poked Puck's arm, drawing his attention. "What are we going to do about this?" She pulled her books from her locker, settling the binders in the crook of her arm.

"Do about what?" He asked, preoccupied with by the strand hair that kept falling into her face. He was tempted to reach over and move it back behind her ear, but he knew it would only irritate Sabrina.

"The play," she replied, exasperated by his absentmindedness. The hair was pushed back into place.

"How are you going to memorize your lines?"

The two of them had been urged by Veronica and Relda to join a club. And since the drama club seemed to need the least effort, that's what they went with. It also helped that the only other club available for underclassmen was the bird watching club.

But Puck had been wrong, utterly and completely wrong. Drama required constant work. Mostly on memorization and acting skills, but it had been way more work than he had expected. And the one thing he hadn't expected the most?

He loved it. He loved taking some lines, an old wig, and an accent, and become a pirate, an astronaut, a cowboy, a king, or an animal that somehow defied the laws of Nature and talked like a person.

Puck had performed before, sure. As a fairy, it was custom to dress up and act for a festival. 'Dressing up' wasn't new to him. What was so unexpected was that he could change his personality in a split second with the help of a few discarded props and bending his knees a certain way.

Not only had he discovered how fun it was to do this, but Puck had realized that other people were acting all the time. They acted to cover up a truth, hide something, or just to try and change who they were. He had never noticed how much other people acted in their everyday lives. Everyone he knew acted in one way or another, even Sabrina, who was the most blatantly honest person he knew, besides Daphne.

The only downside of joining the club was the plays. The woman in charge of the club, who wasn't even a drama teacher, kept picking the most age-inappropriate plays Puck had ever seen. She had been trying to get them to participate in a rendition of 'Dora's Pirate Island Adventure' for several weeks before all the scripts had mysteriously disappeared from her desk. Puck wasn't sure that a woman that deluded should be in charge of a group of teenagers.

And what was the latest play the old hag had chosen?

Peter Pan.

Of course, Puck had attempted to leave the room right then and there, but Sabrina had been laughing too hard to follow, so he was stuck there, much as he hated it.

So he had been stuck as none other than Pan himself. Why Pan? Why the redhead arch-nemesis? Because he was the only male role in the play that DID anything. Hook did some stuff with a sword, but he was like eighty years old. None of the other male characters had a big enough role to even bother shooting for. If the Trickster King was going to be in a play, he was going as star. Even if the star of that particular play happened to be the wussiest boy on earth.

"So?" Sabrina poked him again, quickly getting annoyed. "When are you going to memorize those lines?"

"I'll find time," he grumbled, pushing open the door to the library, their usual hideout during Study Hall.

"Knowing you, you won't find time till opening night," she replied, entering the library ahead of him. The two of them sat at a pair of computers in the corner, logging on through their school ID and passwords.

"Anyway," he whispered, "We have to work on that essay. It's due Monday, you know."

Sabrina glared at him, annoyed. "And you're waiting for ME to finish so you can copy."

Puck shrugged, grinning unabashedly. "Of course."

O0o0o0O

Later that day, after lunch, Sabrina made her way into the bathroom, leaving Puck waiting quietly in the hallway outside, thinking. How unusual THAT was didn't really occur to him, as he was currently trying to untangle a rather complicated question.

What was really going on between him and Sabrina? Since the Halloween fiasco three weeks earlier, they had definitely grown closer, but they had also drifted into a gray area that made everything extremely had to describe. Puck wanted to figure out exactly what was happening, so he was trying to split the situation into separate parts, therefore making it easier to figure out, at least in theory.

The way they interacted hadn't changed, not really. There were still arguments (those had definitely not gone away). Sabrina still gave him glares, rather frequently, actually. He still played the occasional prank, too, although schoolwork was quickly and successfully eating away at his free time, making those a rare occurrence. But even though they were rare, they were getting more and more elaborate. Puck smiled as he remembered Sabrina's furious shouts directly after the latest prank, but quickly returned to the task at hand.

They were trying very hard to make it look like nothing was going on between them, which was why Sabrina was letting him continue his pranks. They took care to keep eye contact to a minimum, avoiding any friendly conversations inside the house, and making sure that absolutely NO ONE in the family ever suspected they had kissed.

The most surprising part of the whole situation was how easy it had been to adjust, because there really was no need to change anything. No crazy makeout sessions, no sudden lightning flashes of passion. There was just something there, slight and almost indiscernible, that he felt every time he saw her. But that wasn't a big surprise. He'd been feeling that for a long time, it wasn't anything new. It was just that before, he had thought it was responsibility, an urge to protect Sabrina, but he was beginning to suspect it might be much more.

Sabrina emerged from the bathroom and headed out into the busy hallway, dodging between the bustling crowds. Puck followed close behind, his fingers lightly touching her back. The bell for fifth period rang, and the two of them stepped into the gymnasium.

Since the high school was so small, the gym classes had both boys and girls in it, although there were still only about thirty people, in other words, half the freshman class.

Sabrina and Puck headed to their genders' respective locker rooms, and five minutes later were out and walking laps while they waited for their teacher, Coach Amlinger, to get out his clipboard and start taking attendance.

Louise trotted up to them. "Hey guys," she said, grinning. "Guess what today is!"

Sabrina looked at the girl blankly. "Um, Tuesday?"

"Well, yeah," Louise rolled her eyes. "But I meant in gym. We're doing reverse matball!"

Puck was confused. "Reverse what now?" Had she just said meatball?

"Reverse matball," The tall girl repeated. "My favorite game. Like kickball, but ten times cooler. Mr. Amlinger'll explain the rules for you when we start."

The gym teacher blew on his whistle, and the students went and sat patiently in the center of the basketball court, waiting for the short man to tell them what to do.

"All right, guys," He started, holding up a red rubber ball in one hand. "We're doing reverse matball today, so let me explain the rules. You'll split up into teams—"

"Can it be boys versus girls?" someone asked.

The coach nodded and continued. "And one team will stand on the bases, any base, and there could be the whole team on one base or not, it doesn't matter. The other team is pitching. One person on home base will kick and everyone on the bases will run, or they don't have to, again, it doesn't matter. Other than that, it's normal kickball rules. Let's go, guys are pitching."

All the students surged from the floor and separated into teams. Sabrina walked over to Puck before he could go to the boys' team. "Go easy on them," she said quietly. "They are only humans, after all."

He scowled. "But I was gonna have FUN. They wouldn't have known what hit 'em!"

"But they're girls!" She argued. "They're naturally weaker, so you're probably going to win anyway. Just, take it easy, please?" She looked at him pleadingly, but Puck wasn't fooled. He knew Sabrina was only asking so it wouldn't look like he was cheating, she wasn't that concerned for her team. Besides, he had seen Meagan play soccer; they both knew how hard that girl could kick.

"Fine," He grumbled. "But you owe me."

Sabrina nodded and jogged off to the group of girls on third base, and the game started.

The game went on normally, much to Puck's irritation. He had wanted to get at least ten girls out, but he knew how mad Sabrina would be if he didn't take it easy. So he kept his head down, only catching five kicks and getting two others out. It was a pretty boring game, at least, till Sabrina came to the plate.

O0o0o0O

The bases were loaded, all the girls waiting for her kick. It was three minutes to the bell, and Coach pitched to her. The ball rolled easily, and in three strides her foot connected with the sproingy rubber, sending it sailing to the far wall, where it hit with a loud crack.

There was a stunned silence from all the guys as Coach Amlinger shouted "Run, girls!" The girls erupted with cheers and laughter as all four bases were touched and run through, over and over again. The ball bounced, and each time a boy threw, he missed the runners by inches. Finally Coach Amlinger took mercy on the boys, blowing his whistle and yelling for them all to get changed.

The girl's locker room was filled with laughter and whoops as Sabrina entered. Most of them gave her high fives and wide grins as they changed.

"Dude," Meagan put her hand up for a fist bump. "Heck yeah." Sabrina bumped it.

Louise hadn't stopped laughing since the game ended. "Sabrina, that was the most awesome kick in reverse matball history! Where did you get leg strength like that?"

Two years in the foster care system, she thought wryly. But instead of saying that she answered "Oh, uh, I don't know. Just luck, I guess?"

Louise shrugged and pulled her sweatshirt on over her T-shirt. "Well, wherever you got it, it's pretty awesome."

Sabrina smiled quickly, leaving the locker room so she could get to the next class.

Puck met her in the hallway, scowling. "Take it easy, huh?" He gave her a grumpy look.

"Oh yeah, and I can fly, and I have superstrength, and I happen to be a fairy, so I'M the one who needs to hold back, right?" She said sarcastically.

Puck grinned. "No way, you're a fairy? I thought those didn't exist. You have to be kidding."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You know you would have dominated if I let you."

"EXACTLY. Couldn't I have just won ONE teensy little game?"

"No, not like that anyway. We are in a mostly human school, so you will act-," Sabrina's words were cut off when they arrived in the Science room. "We will finish this later," She said, and walked into her least favorite class.

AN: Wow, it feels so weird to put one of these at the bottom again, but I just felt like pointing out to you people who haven't read Normal, At Least, I Hope So, this story won't make a lot of sense, as I will probably make a few references to past events. So if you want to continue reading this AND have it make sense, reading Normal would probably help.

Goodnight everybody, and sorry for the extreme delay. Ideas were just not being my friend this past month.