"Puck! I'm in here!" I yelled to the stupid boy as he loudly banged on the bathroom door with his fists.

Can no one get ready for a party in peace in this house?

"I need to piss. And I'll do it in your drawer if I need to." He shouted.

Unfortunately, I knew he wasn't kidding, I gathered my makeup and stepped into the hall. Puck's green eyes widened as soon as he saw me.

"Damn Brina."

I swatted his arm and made my way to my bedroom, before he could see how red my face had gotten. Maybe I'm still in love with him. Emphasis on maybe.

Junior year had just ended and we were both seventeen. Well, technically, he was 4,017. But physically, he was still seventeen. And he was hot.

God Sabrina. Shut up. You hate him! The little twelve year old me inside my mind said.

"You're right, Baby Sabrina. You are right." I laughed.

Daphne poked her head into my room.

"Who are you talking to?" She asked as she looked around the room searching for someone else.

"No one. Now leave." I quickly said

That seemed to satisfy her. She turned and shut my door and I heard her loud footsteps walk back to her room. As soon as I made sure she wouldn't be any more of a distraction, I began to finish touching up my face.

My heavy door flung open. As it bumped the wall, I jumped and my winged eyeliner paid the price.

"When are we leaving, Babe? Party starts at eight." Puck reminded me, tapping his wrist where a watch would be.

"Ok, first off, don't call me babe,"

He grinned.

"Second, you messed up my makeup. Give me a minute and I'll be down." I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Come on! You don't need it." He whined.

Did he mean it when he said things like that? Or was it just a playful joke?

I always turned red when Puck complimented me. Luckily, he never noticed.

He spit on his hand and wiped the remaining makeup off. I snapped back to reality

"Puck that's disgusting!" I cried.

He grabbed my hand and led me down the wooden stairs. Daphne spotted the display as she walked towards us. She gave me a look and I rolled my eyes and turned around trying my best to keep my hand from exploding, considering the energy it created whenever Puck touched me.

After we finished slurping down the blue oyster shell soup, which somehow was crunchy, Puck pushed out from the table.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"Go where?" Granny Relda said with a frown on her face.

"Can we please watch the new season of Survivor?" Daphne interrupted pulling at Granny's hand as she winked at me and Puck.

Thank God for Daphne.

Me and Puck slipped out the door as their family walked to the kitchen to start popping popcorn.

"Puck! I need to get the keys." I laughed, trying to distract him from the thought of flying to the party.

"Keys?" The fairy said with a mischievous grin..

"Puck… Please don't say we're fly-" I was suddenly cut off as Puck's wings sprouted from his back and he lifted me off the ground. I fought against it, but he was much bigger than me and I gave up.

I huffed as I tried not to vomit. He could not fly in a straight line to save his life.

As he set me down outside the house, I could already hear the music and screams of encouragement as a classmate chugged alcohol. A group of drunk guys, some I recognized, some I didn't, offered Puck a drink and he walked with them back to the campfire, but not without giving me a look to ask for permission. I nodded. I let him be and began to walk up the porch soon as I entered the living room the smell of teenage sweat and beer hit me.

Disgusting.

I immediately scanned the room for girls I knew. I spotted some girls I'd had classes with in the past and walked over. A tall blonde girl, Kyla, led me over to a cooler filled with ice and I reached in and grabbed the first can I saw and cracked it open. Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed Puck walk in with the group of guys. As I sipped my drink, I noticed him talking to a girl I didn't recognize.

Quit it, Sabrina. You haven't officially been with him since that month in seventh grade. He has moved on and dated like forty other girls. No one could resist his smelly-ass.

True. I thought.

But he hadn't dated another girl in months. I think he's finally interested again.

"God! Just be quiet" I said in frustration.

Kyla looked at me.

"You good?" She said, clearly concerned

I quickly changed the subject before she could finish her sentence, hoping she was drunk enough to forget.

30 minutes later…

I'd only downed three drinks but I was about to wet my pants.

Nothing good happens when you go to the bathroom alone at a party. The words of Uncle Jake's girlfriend, Sleeping Beauty, echoed in my head.

I quickly searched the room for Kyla, but when I couldn't find her, I just grabbed Milo Becker, a girl I recognized from History the year before.

As I led her to the bathroom, she angrily told me about her boyfriend cheating on her the week before. I gave her the quick "he doesnt deserve you" speech and tried to keep my balance as I wobbled down the tightly packed hallway trying to find somewhere to relieve myself. I heard a sink running behind a door. I knocked. No answer. I wiggled the doorknob and the door easily swung open.

As soon as I saw the shaggy blonde-haired boy on top of the girl from earlier, my face turned red and I dug my nails into Milo's soft arm. Puck looked up at me and turned white. I squeezed Milo harder and she looked at me, concerned.

"AreyouokSabr-" she slurred.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I cut her off, as I spun around and rushed to pull her out of the bathroom and down the hallway.

I was trying not to blink, scared if I did, the hot tears I was trying to hold back would fall. My mind was flooded with thoughts.

He doesn't care about you!

He never cared.

This is your fault for letting him trick you again.

Your Just another girl for Puck! Nothing else to him.

I bumped into a freshman I recognized from Daphne's middle school graduation. I didn't bother to apologize. That could wait.

We reached the porch, but I kept going until I reached the edge of the woods and I couldn't hear the music coming from the party anymore. Milo was still behind me. I broke down. I knew she didn't want to be caught up in my drama with the boy I'd loved for the past 6 years, who clearly didn't love me as much as I thought he did. She wanted to party.

"It's ok, Sabrina. I'm here." Milo's loud voice made me jump.

Wondering if she had just read my mind, I pulled her into a tight hug and thanked her.

"AreyoudatingPuck?" she asked, slurring again.

I didn't know how to explain we weren't dating and hadn't been official in years without sounding like an obsessed fangirl.

"No, I just thought we were becoming something." I choked through my tears.

Milo had moved here 3 years before, and hadn't lived in Fairyport Landing, the last time Puck and I were official, which had been in 7th grade, five years before. Her eyes started drooping, but I brushed it off as one too many shots, and her face softened as she listened to me pour out my heart.

Halfway through the part about Morgan Le Fay and Mr. Seven's wedding when we danced after cleaning, her eyes rolled back and she slumped over on the forest floor.

"Milo?!" I yelled.

I knelt down on the forest floor and shook her limp body in an attempt to wake her up. I knew she had been drinking but not enough to black out...

"Milo, can you hear me? It's sabrina!" I yelled.

No answer. I shook her harder. Her eyes fluttered open and she lifted up her head.

"I need my ins-" She whispered before shutting her eyes again.

"What? Milo! Talk to me!" I held her hand in mine. They were clammy and cold.

I felt her cheek. It was cold too. I could tell something wasn't right. It should've been hot from all the alcohol. I couldn't tell in the dark, but I was sure she had looked slightly pale back at the house.

I went to pinch her arm since the shaking didn't do anything. I felt something near her shoulder. A box securely taped to her skin. An insulin pump. She needed insulin. I had completely forgotten that Milo had diabetes. It was a 10 minute walk back to the party house and I knew I couldn't leave her here unconscious in the woods, alone.

I picked up my phone. The medics would take too long to find us. I'd call them second. I needed someone here fast. I silently hoped he had his phone wasn't on silent, as I punched in his number.

3 minutes later…

As I sat with Milo, telling her it'd be ok, I heard the flapping of wings over my head. The figure picked us up in his muscular arms. I've never flown so fast, but before I could blink, we were in Milo's car. I quickly searched Milo's jean pockets for the keys and he ripped open the car door to look for an extra pump refill. As soon as he found the box, Puck handed me the instructions. I had forgotten he was still "allergic" to reading. looked at the instructions and adhered it.

"Thank you." I quietly mumbled, not making eye contact.

"Hey Brina?" Puck said, looking over at me.

I looked up from my focus on Milo's arm and looked into his bright green eyes.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"I don't know what youre talking about." I looked away and so did he.

I continued to check Milo's blood sugar. Still too low. I unlocked my phone and called 911.

After the longest 10 minutes of my life, an ambulance pulled up to the three of us sitting in the grass. They put Milo on a stretcher and loaded her in.

"You don't have to." I rushed to tell Puck as he started climbing into the vehicle.

He ignored me and sat next to the EMT, and didn't look at me until we'd arrived at the hospital.

2 hours went by before Milo's mom whipped into the parking lot and rushed through the automatic doors. She'd been at a meeting in upstate New York and had gotten a speeding ticket on the way to the hospital. She chatted with the doctors and they told her they had never seen blood sugar that low. Mrs. Becker and I were told I was lucky I'd taken med classes the year before and knew what to do.

She hugged me and Puck and thanked us over and over. I tried hard not to make it awkward, but I could smell the cheap floral perfume on his t-shirt and it made me want to strangle him. I ignored the scnet and told her I was happy to help out a friend. She thanked us again and the doctors let us know Milo was now stable and would go home the next day.

After I chatted with more nurses, I tapped Puck from where he was standing, holding a clipboard, looking at the before-pictures of a poor old woman's boob job.

"Damn! Did you see how saggy they were?!" He cackled.

He had the humor of an eleven year old.

"Yes Puck! I did see! You forced me to look at them!" I said sarcastically.

"When we're married and get old, yours better not look like that. Becau-" He caught himself and stopped talking.

Did he just say married?

I looked down at my muddy shoes and continued walking. I didn't say a word until we arrived at Granny's car. She was asleep in the front seat, she had never liked hospitals. I tapped the window and she must've jumped three feet. Puck doubled-over laughing.

"Lieblings!" She exclaimed as she hit the unlock-button.

I opened the passenger seat door to find Elvis happily snoring, snout on the dash.

"You'll have to sit in the back. Elvis called shotgun!" Granny yawned.

I sighed and walked around the rusty car to get in the back. I knew it was a long car ride home but felt even longer as I felt Puck drooling as he leaned on my shoulder.