They never listened to her. Even with all the years and experience Wendy had on them, John and Michael never seemed to listen to her. She told them specifically to wait for her so they could all walk home together. Did they? No. Instead Wendy found herself wondering around Storybrooke High desperately searching for her little brothers. "John? Michael? Where are you two?" Wendy wondered growing more and more frustrated by the minute.
"Looking for someone?" Wendy froze in her tracks. She knew that voice. She'd been warned about that voice. Grace told her that the owner of this voice was not to be trusted. Still, she was curious. And not afraid of him like everyone else seemed to be.
"As a matter of fact, yes. My brothers were supposed to meet me after school. Instead they've taken it upon themselves to go God knows where," Wendy said throwing her hands up in exasperation and turning to face him. Peter Pan. Wendy had no idea if that was his real name, but given hers was Wendy Darling, she'd never really dwelled on it. He stood towering over her, green eyes alit and a smirk on his face.
"I could help you look if you want," he offered leaning against the lockers.
"And why would you do that?" Wendy demanded defiantly.
"Because as... Amusing as it is to watch you scurry around like a concerned mother, I must admit I do feel a stab of pity for you," he explained, his trademark smirk still plastered on.
"I don't need your pity nor your help," Wendy shot back growing more and more irritated. Who did this boy think he was? To make it seem like she was in desperate need of his help? She could manage just fine on her own. And that stupid condescending smirk of his!
"You seem to be studying me rather intensely, Darling. Distracted?" Distracted? By him? As if! And how did he know her last name?
"If you're done being a condescending jerk, I really do need to find my brothers," Wendy said walking off.
"What if I know where they are?" Peter asked matching her pace in such quickness and effortlessness, Wendy almost crashed in to him.
"So where are they then?" Wendy demanded, tiring quickly of Peter and his games.
"Patience, Darling. We'll find them soon enough." Wendy wanted to scream. Or throw something -whatever came first. But she really did need to find the boys and get home. So she just sighed instead.
"Lead the way," she muttered tersely.
"Is that anyway to ask for help? I thought your parents taught you better than that," Peter said from behind her. He was a little too close for comfort, but Wendy opted to just ignore that and turned around.
"Will you please help me find my brothers?" she asked looking up at him. His eyes were an even more intense green up close, and they way he was smirking at her was maddeningly unnerving.
"That's more like it. But seeing as they're coming this way we'll have to continue our little game another time. Later, Darling," he said smirking and walking off.
"Where have you two been? I've been looking all over for you!" Wendy demanded when her brothers rounded the corner.
"We could say the same to you. What were you doing with Pan?" John asked suspiciously.
"Looking for you two! And you don't get to question me about my whereabouts. I told you to meet me and you didn't."
"We do when you're hanging around people like him. He's bad news, Wendy," Michael warned.
"Don't tell me who I can can't hang out with. Now can we please go home? I've got a ton of work to do," Wendy pointed out heading towards the door.
"Fine. Just stay away from Pan okay?" John cautioned.
"Fine."
This was met with a collective "Good." from her brothers. Wendy rolled her eyes inwardly and the three Darling children made their way home.