A/N: Welcome to my Peter Pan fanfic. I hope you like it. Please R&R.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT PETER PAN OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS. IF I DID WENDY WOULD'VE STAYED WITH PETER.
CHAPTER ONE
WENDY POV
"Wendy!"
I woke up to find my little brother, Michael (we call him Mike for short), shaking me.
"Get up!" he yelled.
"I'm up, I'm up," I said sleepily, "God, Mike. Really? Hasn't anyone ever told never wake a girl up in the morning, especially when that girl has a major hangover."
"Whatever, it's not my fault you drank so much last night. Come on, it's the first day of school, and we're already late."
"Who cares? I'll be down in a minute."
He turned and slammed the door, just to make my migraine worse. I quickly got up and threw on some clothes and grabbed my bag. Down stairs, Mike was waiting impatiently and John (my older brother), was rubbing his head. Most likely suffering a bad, first-day-of-school hangover, as was I. This is how we have started school almost every day since freshman year, and Mike and I were now juniors and John was a senior.
We got in my mom's Honda, and drove to school. The ride was a silent one, mostly due to two out of three of us having migraines. When we got to school we all went our separate ways.
"Late, on the first day of school. Please have a seat Ms. Darling," Ms. Johnson, my math teacher, says as I walk through the door.
"It's Wendy. I'm not a fan of proper names, Rose," I said with a smirk, "You should know that by now."
She shook her head and sighed. I took a seat next to Sam, my best friend since second grade.
"Let me guess, you have an epic migraine from Matt's party. Don't you?" he whispered as I sat down with a thump.
"You know me so well," I say as the door opens and a boy walks in.
"Another late one. Everyone this is our new transfer student. Peter, Peter Pan," everyone laughs and Sam hits my shoulder.
"Ha, Ha. Very funny, "he says sarcastically as he turns around.
Oh my god, I think. He's gorgeous. He has sandy blond hair that you just want to run your hands through to see if it's as soft as it looks. His piercing green eyes are a lot like mine. It looks like he's about a head taller than me, and his lips, oh his lips, look so kissably soft.
Just then, Sam knocks me out of my trance by hitting my shoulder.
"What," I say startled.
"I said, that because you and Peter were both late, that you will show him around school today," Ms. Johnson says irritably, that obviously wasn't the first time she had said it.
"Fine," I replied as Peter walked down the aisle and whispered "Thanks," in my ear.
The rest of class was kind of a blur. When the bell rang, I packed up my stuff and jumped when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to see Peter.
"Little jumpy I see," he observes.
"Sorry, I've got a major hangover," I say.
"Oh, that makes sense."
"What class do you have next?" I ask.
"Science," he answers.
"Me too."
We walk to class and take our seats. He choose to sit next to me. Since my hangover was lifting, I actually knew what was happening, some-what. After class I checked his schedule. We had all the same classes.
At lunch, Peter asked if he could sit with my friends and I. I let him.
"So, you're the new kid," Matt said as we sat down.
"Yep." Peter replied
"It's funny, you're Peter Pan, and she's Wendy Darling. You two might as well just kiss and get it over with," Sam says.
"Your name is Wendy Darling?" Peter asks,"Hm. I didn't know that."
"Yeah, well. It is," I said lamely.
"You're still hung over, aren't you?" Matt says mockingly.
"Yeah, yeah. Isn't it obvious?" I snapped.
"Hey, I didn't dare you to chug that bottle of Vodka. That was all Nate." he says defensively.
"Asshole! I'll remember this," Nate said as we put our trays away.
"We have a meeting at the shop. Later," Matt reminded us.
"Okay," I said.
"What meeting?" Peter asked as we walked down the hall to English, the only class I actually liked.
"One thing you should know about this place, it's run by gangs. Ours is the "Lost Boys." I'm the only girl. We have our meetings at Matt's Dad's repair shop. Which is also where we all work," I inform him.
"Okay, two things. One: you know cars? Two: can I come?"
One: yes, very well actually, but I know motorcycles way better. Two: sure, why not? But if you want to join after the meeting… Well, let's just say you are in for some fun."
"That's so awesome. You know cars and bikes, I mean. Can you give me a ride to the meeting though?"
"Sure, but you're gonna be in the back with my brother. So be ready, Pan."
He laughed.