Hey, hey! So I've read so many great stories about Wendy going to a school where all the Neverland people are there but then the authors never complete it! So I decided I'm going to write one. I know what you're thinking, "LucyMoon you haven't even finished 'Emotions at Play' yet and you're starting another story?! Well yes. Yes I am. And don't lie, you're all really happy! Anyway enjoy this first chapter. As always, my lovely OC Wendy's best friend is present too! She's just a comic relief really!

Chapter One: The Cliques

"Neverland high students, Neverland high students, that's what we are, Neverland high students-"

"Lucy!" I hissed through gritted teeth, "Will you please just shut up? People are staring."

My best friend pouted but relented as she noticed that, indeed, people were beginning to stare.

"Why shouldn't they? It's not because of my singing, it's because I'm standing beside you." She rolled her eyes at a couple of boys standing beside the lockers, staring at us. "I should have come to school by myself."

I snorted. "What are you talking about, you insane girl?"

I checked my map and indicated for Lucy to turn right, down another hallway. They all looked the same. Boy, Neverland High was a big school. But it was also one of the best. Unfortunately we had missed the deadline for coming to this school last year so had to reapply again this year. It wasn't much of a problem but it did mean everyone in our year would know each other already and we would be outsiders. But Lucy and I had each other; that was the most important thing.

"This happens everywhere we go. Everyone looks at you and ignores me completely. What am I? A stick of wood?!"

I gave a noncommittal reply, ignoring her ramblings. I was checking the doors…203….204…ah ha! 205!

"Lucy, this is our homeroom, wanna make the first move?"

She simply looked at me as if to say, "Are you seriously asking me that question?" and sauntered through the doors, like she owed the place.

The classroom was fairly big with a large back wall which looked out onto the playing fields. The windows were open and the autumn sunshine was streaming in, making the whole room look and feel warm and bright.

Lucy slumped down into a chair beside a girl who had her face buried in a book so I sat behind her, trying to keep my gaze from the window. I could already hear whispers and could feel the heat creeping up my neck and onto my face.

"I wouldn't sit there, if I were you."

Both Lucy and I looked up, startled at the girl who had just talked. She closed her book and looked at us urgently. She was wearing thick-rimmed glasses but you could tell she was very attractive.

"Seriously, you really need to move. Come around to my other side, no one sits there."

Lucy raised an eyebrow at the girl.

"Why should we?"

The girl sighed, almost like she expected the answer of Lucy. "Because Tinkerbell sits there and you don't want to get in her way. She'll get her band of clones to jump you."

Lucy snorted but did as she was asked and we both moved, quickly. The girl turned in our direction as soon as we sat down again.

"You're new right? Well, of course you are, you weren't in this class last year." She paused, throwing a disdainful glance at the group of people at the window, "And how unfortunate that you managed to be put into it this class."

I threw a concerned glance at Lucy who she simply shrugged.

"What's wrong with this class?" I asked nervously.

The girl raised her eyebrows. "This school is great, don't get me wrong. But it, like any other, has its cliques. It just so happens that most of the clique leaders are in this class."

She took a breath and continued. "In this school, the cliques are named appropriately to how the act." She suddenly pointed behind us to the back of the classroom and to a group of girls who had hand-sized mirrors out and were checking their make-up.

"Those are the mermaids. The black-haired one, Shelley, is their leader. They're just a bunch of airheads who flirt with most of the boy cliques but they're harmless enough. They don't get on well with the fairies though so stay clear when they come into contact. It doesn't end well."

I nodded just as the door swung open and another group of girls came strutting into the room and all of them flounced down onto the chairs Lucy and I were just sitting at.

"Those are the fairies." The girl's voice had dropped into a whisper, "They are vain and extremely bitchy." The girl looked anxiously at me, "They won't like you. You're too pretty and you're new. They'll try and eat you alive."

I gulped and let my hair drop down around my face so they couldn't see me.

"The blonde-haired girl is Tinkerbell, I've mentioned her before. Her group get on well with the Lost Boys, and Tinkerbell's dating their leader."

I looked curiously at Tinkerbell. She was gorgeous. Long, flowing ,bright blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, like the sea. She was smiling and chatting happily to her friends. She didn't look mean…

"Which of course now brings us to the Lost Boys." The girl's voice held a tint of amusement as she pointed to the group who were sitting at the window.

As I followed her finger and my eyes settled on their clique, I understood why she was going to find this funny. Because she was waiting for our reactions. Our reactions to the boy who was sitting in the middle of the group. The boy with reddish, brown hair which shone in the sunlight like a halo around his head. The boy with a cocky grin which looked like it never was off his face. The boy with the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. Eyes that were now boring into mine.

Lucy let out a snort as I dropped my head and immediately flushed.

"Geez, Wendy, don't have a coronary. The guy was only looking at you."

"Actually he was smirking at her." The girl added, voice laced with humour. "I knew that was going to happen. It does with most of the girls at this school. That boy is the leader of Lost Boys, archenemy of the Pirates and their leader James Hook and boyfriend to the Queen Bitch herself Tinkerbell Jones and his name is-"

"Peter Pan, how's it going?"

I started as Lucy and I both looked up to see that the entire group known as the Lost Boys had made their way from the window and over to our table. Oh God, will the ground please swallow me up?

Peter threw a glance at the girl beside us. "Tigerlily." He acknowledged as the girl arched a dark eyebrow at him. "Why are you not running around with the fellow redskins, dancing around fires, performing rituals, whatever it is you Indians do? You are their leader."

She scoffed at him slightly. "This is my homeroom Pan. You know that I'm with them all other times at school."

He shrugged and suddenly brought his eyes back to mine. I cringed.

"So, what's Little-Miss-Innocent doing talking to you Tigerlily? She and her friend becoming redskins too?"

Excuse me? Little-Miss-Innocent? Oh no he did not.

"What's it to you? It's a free country; we can talk to whoever we want. And I think I speak on behalf of all three of us when I say that none of us want to talk to you. Goodbye now."

I smiled as sweetly as I could as some of the lost boys began to chortle and whistle. Lucy gaped at me and Tigerlily began nodding her head, clearly impressed. Peter cocky grin never left his face, if anything it just got more wicked.

"Ho, ho, now, seems that Little-Miss-Innocent gives it as good as she gets. Me thinks that this year is going to be interesting." He lowered his face to mine and I tried to glare at him but I could feel the heat rushing to my face. "You got a name, beautiful?"

I scowled at him. "W-Wendy Darling." I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. His grin widened and without warning, he grabbed one of my hands and raised it to his lips as I watched, mouth agape.

"Well Wendy, I can assure you that as time goes on you will begging to talk to me." He winked at me and my scowl deepened. I snatched my hand back and turned away from him.

Arrogant, egotistical jerk…

I heard him laugh and walk over to the fairies and snuck a glance at him through my hair. Tinkerbell was glaring at me but when she saw Peter, she gave a gasp of joy and threw her arms around his neck as she eagerly pressed her lips to his. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Tigerlily and Lucy.

"Wow, you've got guts. Peter Pan doesn't pull punches. He enjoys getting stubborn girls to fall for him. He's taken an interest in you. I don't envy you." Tigerlily announced glancing back and forth between Lucy and I.

"But why? He's got a girlfriend!" Lucy asked, indicating to the passionate lip-lock Peter and Tinkerbell were currently in.

"Yeah, and it doesn't half piss her off. He never strays though. They've been together for four years and counting. He just does it to show his superiority over everyone in school. Basically if we had royalty he would be King and Tinkerbell would be his Queen."

I huffed, crossing my arms. "Well he can forget about it with me. I think he's a self-obsessed jerk and he needs to be knocked down a peg or two."

Tigerlily chuckled. "I've known Pan from a very young age. We have goes at each other but he's not a bad friend of ours and he and his gang have helped us out on many occasions. Unfortunately the kinder, gentler side of Pan never gets shown at this school. He thinks it would ruin his rep." Tigerlily rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly.

"So you're the leader of your group then, Tigerlily?" Lucy asked, swiftly changing the subject.

Tigerlily beamed and nodded, "That's right. As Pan said, I'm with the Indians. You can sit with us at lunch if you want and I can introduce you to my friends. And you might spot the pirates." She said, lowering her voice and throwing a nervous look at Peter. "Pan doesn't like us even talking about them. He and Hook used to be best friends but they got into a huge fight and they've been enemies ever since."

I took another chance to sneak a peek at him. He was holding his girlfriend around the waist and chatting amicably to her. He looked so young and full of life. And…so stunning. I can freely admit, to myself I mean and no one else, that he was really, quite perfect. But his character? Well, what more could be said? He was an arrogant, insufferable tosser and I wasn't, under any circumstances, going to fall for his charms. Or those gorgeous green eyes of his.

Either way, I thought to myself as our homeroom teacher came striding in through the doors and everyone rushed to their seats, this year was going definitely going to be interesting.

Well there's the first chapter! This took my two hours to write so I would really appreciate some reviews! The more reviews, the faster I update; it's how most authors on this site function! Thanks, LucyMoon1992 x