If I'm Going Down, You're Coming With Me (A Peter Pan Story)

Chapter 2

School was awkward. It doesn't help the fact that Peter was in six of my eight classes officially. He kept glancing at me, and there was anger behind them.

I may or may not have sent some angry glares back at him.

The dude seriously flew around and played the flute. 

During study that day, I spent my time on my phone looking up what I knew immediately when I saw him.

I just didn't want to admit to it.

That lying lunatic was freaking Peter Pan.

That asshole.  I bet he wears tights.  Peter Pan always wears tights.

I don't do well when someone lies to me. I don't like liars. I admit I tell the occasional white lies like "Yes I did do my homework!" and things like that, but lying is not okay.

It didn't help that my friend, May, was flirting with him in the two classes we share together and he flirted back. I honestly didn't mind that. It gave me time to daydream about John, the one boy in the grade who's not only smart and hot, but he's actually very nice. He shared Bio with May, Peter, and I.

But today, I could barely think about John. The whole idea of Peter Pan being in my class, studying meiosis with me was preposterous. To be honest, I have always believed in magic and everything superstitious. It's just the fact nothing like this has ever happened to me.

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I didn't talk to Peter that day. I just went home and found refuge in my room with my white PJ shorts and loose tank top. I may or may not have been dancing around my room to "Move" by Little Mix.

I'm not a bad dancer, I swear. I'm actually quite good. I do take Jazz, Ballet, Pointe, Modern and Hip Hop so I was rocking it out.  I also was singing into my hairbrush because how cliche can I get? 

At least until I heard a cough behind me.

I pirouetted around to see Peter standing near my, now open, window with a smirk on his face.

"You're quite good. My boys will like that," he said.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM YOU PERVERT!" I shouted. My parents were still at work and my brothers were out too.  No one was there to hear me shout.

"You saw me yesterday. What's even funnier is that you heard the flute didn't you?" he asked. I didn't answer the question, I did the next best thing and took my longboard that was propped up against my wall and threw it at him. He caught it midair, with one hand.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM PETER PAN!" I shouted as I started throwing more objects at him.

He kept catching them with one hand and dropping them on the ground.  At one point, my journal went flying towards his head, but the time he opened it and started reading it.  His face turned to one of concern upon reading whatever section of my journal he opened up to.  His worry disappeared off his face when a Hardcover version of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" hit him in the groin, catching him off guard and causing him to drop the journal.

"Oh no, none of that now. Especially now that you know who I am," he said cockily before throwing some glowing purple powder in my face.

The last thing I remember is seeing him put my journal in his back pocket as I fell to the ground and I lost consciousness.

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