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Also, I'm so sorry for not updating earlier. You see, my dad confiscated my iPod Touch because I was getting majorly obsessed with FanFiction, haha, and all my chapters are prewritten here. And, I moved recently, so no imternet, no T.V., and no…. (heart wrenching sob)… BOOKS! Thankfully we unpacked, but still…..
Thanks again to all you amazing people who reviewed. As a small side note, this chapter starts out just like the last chapter did, but in Puck's POV this time. Onto the chapter!
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Chapter 2:
Puck's POV
I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock ringing. The first thing most people do when they wake up is get ready and wash up –losers. The first thing you should really do is prank certain blonde haired girls with anger management problems. It was time to prank Grimm.
Rolling over, I nearly screamed as I found myself face to face with a sleeping Manny. What is he doing on my trampoline? I sat up, looking around. Oh, this isn't my room. I remember that I went to his house for a sleepover. I glanced at Manny again and shook my head.
That was really scary –whoa, what am I saying? The Trickster King isn't afraid of anything! Well, I guess it wasn't a surprise that Manny's face surprised me –he wasn't as good looking as me, after all. Speaking of people not as good looking as me, I pouted as I realized I wouldn't be able to prank Grimm this morning. Too bad, she'll just have it extra tough tomorrow. That confirmed, I jumped out of bed and start pulling the blankets off of everyone.
After I successfully woke up Basil and Manny, I went to the bathroom to take a…shower. Why, you might ask, is the supreme Trickster King taking a shower? Because Manny's mom is evil. She threatened that if I didn't shower, she wouldn't give me any food and I'd starve to death.
Okay, so she didn't say that in exact words, but she said I wouldn't get any breakfast if I didn't shower. And nothing, I repeat nothing, is worth losing food for.
I took a shower and pull on a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans. After that, I pulled on a new green hoodie since my old one got too small. I had to admit, I looked hot. When didn't I? There was an egoistical glint in my eye. I will have every girl in school falling at my feet!
Especially Sabrina Grimm. She won't be able to resist me.
I went downstairs to find Basil and Manny already eating. A lot of people wonder why I'm always nice to basil, teaching him tricks and taking him to hang out with my friends. The truth is, I like the little guy. And boy did he know how to prank. Basil's like the little brother I've never had. I know Mustardseed's my real brother, but we're nothing alike. Titania always made sure I wasn't close enough for him to even SMELL me, because she was afraid that my unruly behavior (and probably my smell) would rub off on him. Oh well. Veronica will learn soon enough.
Basil gaped at me when I finished five omelets very quickly, a skill I am proud of, and headed out the door with my friends. I met up with the rest of my gang after I dropped Basil off at his school. We all greeted each other with chest bumping, fist bumping, and regular bumping each other around. Thanks to that, my hair was all tousled and messier than usual. But no matter, the Trickster King is always handsome. Heck, I could probably pull off an afro and girls would still fawn over me.
I messed around with all my friends, talking and laughing with them. In the corner of my eye, I saw Grimm talk to her friend. Ha! I bet she'll think I'm so hot! She'll probably melt once she sees me.
Puffing up my chest, I strode over confidently to where she's standing with my friends following behind me. Standing right behind her, I said, "Well, well, well, Grimm. I assume you've enjoyed your morning off so be prepared for a double pranking tomorrow."
On the inside, I silently complimented myself. I'm so smart to come up with that! I sound cool! I'm mentally patting myself on the back when suddenly Grimm turns around. I smirk. She's not as ugly as usual today, but that may be because I didn't prank her. Then I saw that she had look of disgust on her face. What? How could anyone think of me, the Trickster King, as disgusting? I shrugged it off and walked off with my gang. We walked into class, and I heard the bell ring. Guess Grimm's late, ha.
I watched the blonde walk in five minutes later and murmur a good morning to our teacher. She sat down with her friends, Zaiba and Lauren. Both of them are pretty cool (not that I'd admit it out loud). I talked to them when they came over to hang out with Grimm.
Mrs. White starts talking, shaking me out of my thoughts. I'm glad we got Snow White this year. Out of all the other teachers, she's definitely the nicest.
"Now class," she started, looking at all of us. "Prom is coming up for your grade, and we're also celebrating the New Year on the 5th of January. Formal wear is required-" All the boys started groaning. Formal wear sucked, hands down. Why would anyone want to wear suits and dresses anyways? They're actually quite dangerous. Most girls died from having to wear corsets so tightly in like, the 19th century and stuff. And formal clothes are just way too uncomfortable.
"There will also be auditions for a solo singer for the dance, so don't hesitate to try out! Each singer must come with a list of at least ten songs they want to sing for the dance and be prepared to sing each one. Any genre of song is permitted," she continued, not paying attention to the guys protests. After she finished speaking, she looked pointedly at Zaiba.
I mean, we all know she is a really good singer. I've heard her a couple of times on karaoke night when Sabrina invites her over, and she wipes the floor with us. Humph. Being beaten by a girl… I know, I know, most of you are probably wondering why the trickster king would do something as girlish as singing. Let's just say that apparently scrubbing the toilet with Grimm's toothbrush and then letting her use it ( without washing it) is taking it to far. Who knew? I glance over at Lauren and Zaiba who are sitting on the other side of the room, animatedly chatting with each other.
Lauren is actually really quiet. She doesn't talk to me as much as Zaiba does, and only hangs out in Sabrina's room. Funny how Lauren, Zaiba, and Grimm are all so different (Lauren's quiet, Zaiba's energetic, Grimm's ugly) , but are still friends. Huh. Maybe that's why Red and Lauren get along so well while the Marshmallow and Zaiba do, too.
Except Daphne can't sing. At all. But she does have good taste in music (asides Justin Bieber; yuck!)
After three classes in which I slept through, the bell finally rings for a break. Yes! I grabbed my bag and pull out a coke and a bag of chips. I met up with my friends and heard them talking about the dance. Contrary to what everyone thinks, my friends are total sappy losers who actually like girls. I know, I'm as shocked as you. And one of the worst parts is that they think of dances as an 'opportunity' to get girls or some stuff like that.
"Hey, Robin!" called Manny. "We're all going to the dance, are you?"
I stare at him with wide eyes.
"But girls have cooties!" I protest, with a look of horror on my face. I know my sheer awesomeness attracts them and that I just can't help it, but the trickster king is strictly 'look, no touch'.
Brian gave me a look that clearly meant 'You retard' and started babbling.
"C'mon Rob! We're not seven anymore! Girls are hot now. You know, you could have any girl you wanted! We're like, the popular crowd."
I guess that made sense. I am the Trickster King. And I am pretty popular…
"The dance will be cool," he continued. "I don't know whether to go with Lauren over there or Kiara, though."
I scrunched up my face at the thought of Kiara Williams. She was a spoiled rich kid who didn't seem like she had money because, apparently, she can't afford clothes that cover her belly button or thighs. I thought Lauren was a much better choice, but I told Brian I was staying out of this one.
"Hey," I said. All my friends turned towards me. "Who do you think I should go with?"
"That's up to you. But we know you could get anyone," answered Jeremy with his signature airhead look apparent on his face, practically echoing Brian.
"Why are you asking anyways? It's obvious you want to go with Sabrina Grimm," Manny commented with a knowing look on his face.
Grimm? Why would I want to go out with her? I know she finds me irresistible but she's Sabrina Grimm! I'm just thankful that no one knows we live together. I'd be a social outcast!
"Why do you think I should go with her?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You have to admit she is pretty cool," Manny mused. "And nearly every guy likes her. She may not be popular, but at least she isn't a weird loner. She's really smart and pretty, too…"
"And she knows karate, so she'll beat up any guy who asks her out…In fact, I bet you can't have her; you're probably way too scared," Luke teased. "I dare you to ask her to the dance, Rob." He looked at me triumphantly.
Me? Scared? I am not and never will be scared. I will get Grimm to fall hopelessly in love with me.
"I'll do it," I told them. "I'm asking her at lunch."
"All right." Luke nodded his head. "It's a deal."
"Hey man!" Brian exclaims "You can do it while I'm asking Lauren." Oh, so I see he made up his mind quickly.
"And I'll ask Zaiba, maybe!" Jeremy stated.
It's set then. I'm going to do this. I turn around and glance at Grimm. I guess she is kind of pretty...
…My mind's been infected.
A/N. QotD: What do you think is the most common cliche in this fandom? Winner gets a spoiler question and a shout out.
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