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Chapter 7: Lies

Nick's POV

I couldn't stop thinking of her.

Jillian.

And how I was lying to her. About everything.

I felt horrible.

But I had to pretend, as I boarded the pirate ship from the small rowboat, that she didn't matter, like she was no one. Just a girl I had to get rid of to go home. No one.

I sighed. I could pretend for Jane, or Wendy, or even Dad, but I didn't know if I could pretend something this big.

But I had to try.

"Nicholas! How nice to see you again," Hook smiled. "I thought you had left us." He was wearing a new coat, this one with blue trim, but it didn't make him look any less intimidating. Although his tone was kind, his eyes were piercing daggers that tore me apart inside. If he found out what had actually happened... "How did your mission go? Are we ready?"

I shook my head. "No. I need a couple more days. She trusts me already, but not enough." It broke my heart to say those words. I didn't like looking at her as a target- it made me feel like I was lining her up to kill her. Oh wait, I am, I remembered in disgust.

Hook nodded. "Good work. And Pan?"

"I haven't been able to get to him yet. Tomorrow, I think I can get the girl to bring me to their hideout." I winced slightly, though he didn't see it.

"Excellent!" He exclaimed, patting me on the shoulder with his normal hand. "You'll be back home in no time."

But is it really worth the cost?


Jillian's POV

I couldn't stop thinking of him.

Nick.

And how he made me feel. I had never felt that way.

I felt... different.

How had he made me feel a way no other boy ever had? Considering I lived with six of them, this was a major accomplishment on his part. But why did his eyes say a million words while his voice was silent? Why did I melt in his clear blue gaze?

As I climbed up the ladder that led to the Treehouse, I tried to shake off the odd thoughts rummaging through my head. I needed to focus. I needed to pretend like everything was okay. I needed to... act. Yes. Act.

But that didn't stop me from having a hidden smile invisible on my lips as I stepped into the large room.

"JILLIAN!" an all too familiar voice screamed. "WHERE'S MY PINEAPPLE?"

I groaned inwardly. Leave it to Peter to break my good mood. "I have it, Peter," I told him.

"Well, give it to me!" he ordered. He was barely ten feet away from me and had the position of 'I could get it, but you have it, so give it to me because I'm too lazy and you could do it for me.' I growled. You want it? I thought. You can have it.

But I lost it.

I threw the pineapple at his head. It rebounded and landed with a large THUNK-BANG that seemed to echo in the forest. There was a moment of silence where Peter stood shocked, yellow lines of juice dripping down his face, and I stood glaring at him. It occured to me at that moment that the Lost Boys were not there with us, but I didn't really care. All I cared was that Peter got what he deserved. I couldn't help but have a small smug half-smile on my face.

Peter just kind of stayed there for a couple more seconds, then reached down and picked up the pineapple. He took a huge, sloppy bite out of it, ignoring me. I slumped down into a chair, exhausted. Gosh, I thought. Fighting a pirate captain, meeting a cute boy and throwing a pineapple at your leader's head all within a three-day time period takes a lot out of you.

I closed my eyes. But it was totally worth it, I thought groggily, before falling asleep with a small smile on my face.


NEXT MORNING


Nick's POV

I rolled over in my bed, flinching as the sharp rays of sun began piercing through my cabin window. Not that I had slept at all. I was too worried.

I had a decision. A big one. Betray her and go home? Or protect her and stay here?

Even after ten hours of studying the situation and considering my pros and cons, I had no idea which one I should choose.

I sat up slowly, careful not to hit my head again on the bunk above me, where I had found out yesterday no one slept because there was a spider that lived in it. I didn't care for spiders, but as long as it didn't bug me, I wouldn't bug it. I slid on my shoes, as I was already dressed. Stress makes me anxious...

A gentle, metallic sound came from the door. "Come in," I told whoever was on the other side. Captain Hook swept into the room like a great red wave, with the grace of a dolphin but the terror of the height. His blue eyes flashed, the morning light giving me the illusion that there was two matching fires, one for each eye. His hook glinted malisciously, along with the shine of his this sword. I gulped. I couldn't tell his mood by looking at his face- it was like a blank page, never knowing what's going on it until it's been written. Was he happy? Mad? Was this a bad time?

Most of all- Why did he want to talk to me?

"You're probably wondering why I came to talk to you," he said, his face never moving.

I really hoped that was a coincidence.

"I noticed you didn't seem... yourself yesterday when you gave your report to me on the girl," he told me. I merely shrugged. "Well," he went on, "I was just wondering if you were having... second thoughts... about our agreement." His eyes flashed again, matching his sword.

I fought silently with myself for a moment. Should I tell him? No, no, he'll kill me. But he promised... wait. I had an idea. And it just might work...

"No, no, sir, no second thought," I answered quickly. Lies, I thought to myself ith a hidden smirk. "Everything is just fine."

"Good," he smiled. "I'd hate for my top cabin boy to have a problem." He winked. "Have a good rest of your morning," he said. Then with a whoosh of metal and red cloak, he was gone.

After he was gone, I smiled to myself, thinking of my new plan. "Yup." I muttered. "Juuust fine."

What's Nick's plan?
Will Jillian be captured?
How will their romance bud?
Will Hook be victorious?
What is with Peter and pineapples?
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