A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've been on vacation, but thanks for the reviews! They really helped me and motivated me to write this. Keep reviewing, and again, if you have any suggestions or personal comments on the plot, don't hesitate to tell me.

Happy reading!

-Kat-


Chapter 4 – Dance with her!

Beth continued clapping her hands, thrilled about the later events of that night. Today, the students were allowed to go to the cafeteria all day, eating at our personal schedules. Aubrey ran into our bedroom, as Beth had done, and started discussing make-up problems with Liss.

Corliss had a great eye for make-up and hairstyles, so she was in charge of helping and pampering all of us. Aubrey bragged on and on about how she would get some boy to fall in love with her tonight.

"By the fort-night, he will do anything for me." She smiled, devilish, as if she had some kind of a plan or even as if she had already chosen a target. Aubrey drove off, her eyes staring at something inexistent and something was catching all of her attention.

I slipped into my dress; the others were already dressed after taking a quick shower. I looked at the mirror. The midnight-blue cetin dress was beautiful. My mother had ordered it, custom made, for special occasions and forced me to bring it with me. The blue in it brought up my clear blue eyes.

"Come, Wendy," Liss called. It was my turn to sit in the make-over stool.

She started by picking up my hair in a bun, and then spreading powders and other make up things on my face. Then, she freed my hair from the bun and brought some cylindrical tubes to the dressing table. Corliss then started to roll up my hair, and attaching it to the roles. She said for me to wait. After about half-an-hour, she came back and set them free once more. My curls had never been this perfect.

"You're really great at this, did you knew Liss?" I complimented her. She was, in fact, really good.

Corliss smiled warmly at me; being complemented about her make-up and hairstyling skills was one of her favorite things to hear. "Thank you," she said, politely and proud of herself.

Aubrey stepped into the room, running around. "Where are my shoes? WHERE ARE THEM?!"

"Calm down," Beth stated. "There right there." She pointed at an edge of one of the beds with a purple cover. There were a sparkly light blue spaghetti heel shoes there.

"Who would put them here?" She said, more to herself. The stress had taken over her.

"You," Liss murmured. I giggled; Aubrey was a nice girl, but she would completely loose it when it came to big occasions and the minor things apparently failed. They were all already done, even Liss, who was the first one to get ready, since she had to help us all.

She started putting some powder on my cheeks, and then a light brown eye shadow. After a few minutes, Beth started to freak out.

"Were going to be late!" She was worried, her voice a little squeak.

"No way! I cannot be late!" Aubrey exclaimed, waving her hands around.

"You can go first. I'll be there in a minute."

Beth and Aubrey nodded, and ran downstairs and into the ballroom.

"So, Wendy, do tell me, what's the story with Peter?" I was completely taken by surprise, and hesitated, biting my lip. I couldn't tell Liss about Neverland, obviously. But about Peter and me… was there even anything? I just gave him a thimble that made him defeat a dreadful pirate. That can't possibly count as something really big. Well, despite the fact that I loved him and he loved me. Supposedly. Things were too complicated.

"Oh, don't fret, Wendy. I can wait," she smiled at me. She was a really good friend. "I'm finished!" She announced and passed me a mirror. My eyes were of a golden tone than made my green eyes slightly brighter and my lips had a glossy tone.

"Thank you, Liss. Now, let's go downstairs." We grinned and passed the door, going down the hall and the stairs. Everyone was already at the dance, apparently, since everywhere around it was desert.

Liss took quick steps, her heels not allowing either a faster or a larger pace. She was happy, thought, raising her skirt as I did while stumbling down the stairs. I had tried, hard enough, to erase Peter form my mind, at least for the moment, since I had already proven myself I could not possibly erase him completely. I could try, but never truly succeed. He would have gone with that girl which he made a quite remember able scene with in the middle of the cafeteria. We weren't really asking anyone to come with us; it wasn't that kind of ball. It was more of a friendly get together, a fancy get together, since the elite school would only bare well financed students, like myself. My father had improved at the bank, gaining an extraordinary raise and updating our live style.

The double doors opened up, to reveal a small white marble stairway that leaned forwards and then down. The room was surrounded by velvet dark wine color, covering most of the walls, but some of the early night's darkness would get through a small opening between the curtains. Tables with food where displayed along the sideways, making room for a very crowed dance floor. It was a waltz or something. It was a prestigious school, so everyone knew how to dance. Even me! My mother had made sure I was well instructed in that area. Well, in everything that made girls a lady, she made sure I knew about everything.

Lizz had already gone down the stairs while I just stared and absorbed everything around me with great enthusiasm. And then it hit me, just as hard as a brick. He was dancing, right there, with her. He seemed to be staring at his feet, and moved slowly. Passionate moment. Dammit. Why does it all go wrong?!

"Wendy!" peter called, lifting his head up, his eyes a bright green with a small twinkle in it. Had he just brighten up? It can't be just my imagination. Or your desire, I snorted to myself. Well, I'll face him. I've done nothing wrong. I walked over to him, descending the stairs, my hand still grasping the skirt of my dress, carefully though – I didn't want to ruin such beautiful cetin dress. The blue was just great. Nothing too bright, but still something noticeable.

"Hi, Peter," I said in the most ice cold slashing flesh voice I could. It was as if something had punched him in the stomach, as his breath seemed to fade away for brief moments. It hurt me too, but I had my pride. I could not let myself be held down again. Jessica tangled her hands around his shoulders. Hey! That's too intimate! I reclaimed to no one but my mind. I bit my lip, trying to control what to let out.

Peter got himself back together, and asked me to dance.

"No, thank you. You can dance with her," I said, with the most impersonal voice I could, motioning at Jessica. My eyes watered, when as I was turning I saw how he had frowned and how hurt he was.