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It was obvious now what I had to do.
I don't know how I missed it before. Sabrina has clearly been all hostile and angry at me because she didn't have a boyfriend and was experiencing um certain problems because of this. My arrival must have reminded her of what it's like to have a boyfriend. Someone who is there to do all the hard work and save her lazy self when she's in trouble. She must have remembered what it was like to be around someone as brave and talented as me, hence the violent tendencies.
I honestly don't blame her.
I'm me. And well... she's she.
Gorgeous.
I shake my head so vigorously I get whiplash.
Ouch
Nope. Definitely a freak show.
So clearly what I have to do to help her find her a boyfriend. But their relationship is not gonna last long of course. Who else but someone who has a strong willpower or severe mental issues would want to marry Sabrina? Sabrina obviously has to be with someone who is strong enough to handle regular bouts of pain and totally non terrifying death stares.
Who else was there but me?
But a boyfriend will help her becomes calm enough to marry me and hopefully never stab me again.
She should be on her knees, thanking me for this kind, selfless favour.
Okay well maybe not completely selfless.
But it's the thought that counts right?
Besides I'm also trying to help her with that therapist situation. I tried to talk to the old lady about what was wrong with Sabrina, she told me to ask her myself.
But I can't. I value my life too much for that.
So my next bet was the internet. What the internet told me to do is watch her behaviour and actions and take notes. But the information I had wasnt enough. I mean this was Grimm we're talking about. Tough wasnt a tough enough word to describe this mission.
At some point I was ready to give up and delegate the task to my chimps, (whom I recently reunited with and rehired). But the mission was too confidential, too crucial to be shared with others.
After my exhaustive day of research, I finally stumbled upon valuble information. I discovered about the greatest law to exsist ever. Greater than any law of motion, or gravity. I found the Laws of Magnetism. The law that would reunite Sabrina and I, prevent her from harming others, mainly me, and ensuring her well being. Once I fix her, she'll be the Grimm I know again
Now that I knew what I needed to do, I needed to be focused on how. I need to be sly and subtle. And to follow her, I need a reason. Hence why I'm being enrolled to Ferryport Landing High.
I didn't know where to start with finding Grimm a boyfriend. So I started doing a little more research and found helpful tips.
I looked into most of the Everafter couples and their storyline. And noticed a similar pattern in each one of their stories. Every storybook has a steps that leads to a happily ever after. These steps could ultimately help me with what I've dubbed, 'Mission Grimpossible'.
Clever, right?
I laughed so hard coming up with that name. The old lady's green rice came out my nose.
"Why do you have a book in your hands?" Sabrina questions, warily, after she walking past my open bedroom door only to come back to poke her nosy head back in. Suspicion and fear clouds her voice.
Step 1: Identify what type of situation he/she is currently in. Good or Bad
"What? You think because I'm royalty I can't always read for myself?" I don't take my eyes off the book I was reading. I had ordered it last night after going on Grimm and her friend's little adventure. It was called the Law of Magnetism. The author James Blue. And it was helping me create my steps.
Now how to ask her if she's satisfied with her life and feelings... no need. She's angry and she stabs people.
I grab a pencil "borrowed" from Daphne and encircle Bad.
"Exactly. Besides what happened to you being allergic to books?"
I look up in indignation. "How can I be allergic to books if I've lived in trees for most my life. Trees make paper, dummy. And I learnt last year while you were out here doing stupid rituals in the forest."
It was true. Jake and I hid in a school of literature from a bunch of medieval assassins. There were books, books on pranks that were purposely kept hidden from me, the king of pranks.
I couldn't let them defeat me through my weakness of not being able to read.
"What rituals? There were no rituals-" She immediately begins to protest.
"Yes they were!"
Grimm and her twisted band of merry men (that were actually women) were involved in performing acts of terrorism.
The worst kind.
They were stealing poor, innocent boys from the town and giving them to the terrible creatures in dark forests to be.. Changed.
The poor boys were so frightened stuck in these caves that they came out in tears and barely coherent and sane. And Grimm said it was all because they were terrible people who hated women. I replied saying rightly so. I understood. Women could be downright horrible.
The look that she gave me could melt off the face of the sun.
Ignoting the warning signs, I continue to defend the boys. Stating what she was doing was just plain wrong. Some girls deserved hate.
And I told her exactly that on our way home.
She punched me in the stomach, winding me, and called me ignorant imbecile as she stomped back into the house.
"Your stupid face just can't see that if they aren't stopped, these boys will become even more terrible people."
"Oh yeah? How. I've seen- I know you've seen much worse, "
Grimm actually stamps her foot in frustration.
What is she now? Five? Did she grew down since I've been gone.
"For the last time Puck, Murder is not the same as assault!"
I internally curse.
At this rate, she will not get a boyfriend. I remember the fire in her eyes as she brought her fork down on my hand. The flashback causes me to anxiously glance down at the page about poles or something to edit the next step.
Step 1 (if "Bad" was selected): Create a plan to dissect bad situation.
Why Grimm is clearly frustrated and unhappy. I don't know. Perhaps it was something to do with my appearance. The solution was to find a boyfriend for her. But I was missing a step before that.
Why? It can't just be because of me she's sad. I know something has changed her. I remember the scantily dressed yet somewhat beautiful (I guess) creature that I met in my room my first night back.
The old lady's kind face saddened by grief pops up in my head and I can recall her words as clear as day.
"She's been through so much."
Then I remember earlier today in the forest.
"Assault? These brave men were simply tallying their lady conquests."
I briefly glance up at the silence that followed my comment to see Grimm's face alarmingly turning different shades of red.
I carefully fold the corner of the page I had been reading for about five minutes now and slowly lay the book of my bed.
My muscles tense. My hand twitches with fathom pain.
"Puck!" She yells with all her being.
I do the smartest thing I could think of.
I get up and run.