A/N: Hi! It's me again! Thanks for the reviews ;) This chapter is a bit more... broing, but the next will be a thrill! I'm excited to write it. Any suggestions or ideas, will be appreciated. Enjoy!


Chapter 3

My cheeks flushed red, and I sat down, with Peter just a few steps away. The girls on my table flashed him a grin, and some waved promiscuously.

"Ugh," I murmured. Stupid girls.

"Good morning, Wendy," Peter flashed me a wide smile, sat besides me and peeked my cheek. I flushed to a deep shade of red, lowering my head so that my hair could cover my embarrassment.

"Peter!" A girl called, her voice soft as velvet.

"I'll be back in a moment," he whispered. Peter got up and walked to girl that was standing, with her arms crossed on her chest; her expression told me she was irritated. As soon as Peter reached her, she jumped up and hugged him, her hands joining at the back of his head. My right hand formed a fist, and I squished it tightly, and turned my head to the bread on my plate. I picked it up with my hands, and started tearing it apart, eating it bit by bit. I wished I could say I wasn't listening to their conversation, concentrating all my thoughts on hearing what words were spoken, but I was.

"Hey, Jessica," he grinned at her, his voice playful.

"You've been here since yesterday, but you haven't come to me yet?" She crossed her arms again.

"I was a bit… busy." He passed his hand through his hair.

I turned my head to watch them again; I couldn't resist. She noticed my close look, and a jealous expression emerged.

"Who was that girl?" She pointed at me, and I turned again to my plate, afraid Peter would know of my concern.

"Oh, that's…" he paused and seem to hesitate. "Wendy." He grinned at her.

"And what is Wendy to you?"

Peter hesitated again. "Not that important," he said casually. Jessica smiled widely and Peter ran back to me.

Not that important?! Tears reached my eyes far too quickly, and far too strongly. They started falling immediately, and I lowered my head. My long hair would usually cover my face.

So, he just came back as a rush of the moment! He doesn't love me! He can't love. He was just… lonely! He didn't care about me.

I felt the water drops reach my hands that where crossed on my lap. Peter sat on my side again.

"How was your night?" he asked, cheerfully. For someone that just said something like that, and then come back again, friendly, everything must look perfect. I bet he wasn't lonely anymore.

He has Jessica now.

The thought of being replaced terrified me, and I sniffed.

"Wendy?" Peter called, brushing the hair away from my face, gently. I got up abruptly, quickly got my tray and practically ran out the door. Why did it hurt so much? They were just words. Supposedly meaningless words. I waited, with my back against my bedroom door, for a knock or a cry. I waited for minutes, and no one came. Why didn't Peter came? To know what was wrong, if I felt bad, what had hurt me! How could he not have followed me?

I sank deeper into the carpet, wondering, wishing for the ground to open up and swollen me. Was I still in love with him? Even past so many years? I can't. I'm not. I can't be.

I buried my head on my knees, and waited, until my eyes were dry. It was eleven a.m already. I went for a walk on the gardens.

Reaching the girl's gate, I stopped abruptly, while last night flashed through my eyes. How could he?!

I rushed, surpassing it and hitting the gate purposely, making a big bang. Stupid, reckless little boy. Words shout in my head, but still, deep inside, I couldn't be mad with him. I couldn't figure out why, since, apparently, I had every reason to be furious. But I couldn't. He was Peter, after all. I shall confront him, like I did before. I made up my mind, and decided to do it in the next night, at the welcoming ball. I smiled, meaningfully. Now I could really enjoy my surroundings.

I took a left, and followed the lilies path, that eventually, in a remote part of the garden, led to the buttercups. Every lily around me, white and bright, looked ready for the year. We were still in the end of the summer, so everything was sill beautiful. To my right, there was a parallel field of reddish poppies and simple daisies. The sight was beautiful; our school had excellent staff to take care of the majestic gardens.

I reached the buttercups in no time, and I noticed there were some bell heathers growing too. The contrast between the sunny yellow buttercups and the soft pink made the sight even more delightful. I took a deep breathe. Something was heard. Some kind of small… voice? I kneel down to the flowers, and searched the field with my eyes.

I found nothing. "Just my imagination…"

I went back to the cafeteria for lunch, and I ate as quickly I could and left, locking myself on my room. Still, there was no sight of Peter. I sighed, and started drawing on my small canvas I had in my room. I painted Tinkerbell, in watercolors. I had no direct reason for painting her, but I guessed I also missed her a bit. She was Tink. I smiled and continued painting, filling the background with beautiful colorful flowers.

Time ran by, and it was time for the baths. I went into my room's private bathroom, before Liss came back, and took a relaxing bath, scrubbing my skin very well. I put on a knee long skirt, and simple blouse, and waited for Liss.

She too took a bath, and then we went down for dinner. I sat with the girls, but peter didn't come to me, this time. I tried to ignore him, but I couldn't avoid glancing at him, once in a while.

After dinner, we went to Aubrey's and Beth's room, playing a cards game. We gossiped a bit, and gained a few laughs. knocked on our door, and sent us all to bed. I hid underneath the covers, hoping the world wouldn't remember me next morning.

Unfortunately, something like that didn't happen. Liss woke me up, and Beth was already in our room.

"Today's the ball!" Beth shouted, enthusiastically, when I opened my eyes and sat up. I grinned at her, and I rubbed my eyes, still a bit sleepy.

"Oh." I realized what she had said. Today, I'll have to confront Peter.


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~-Kat