Hey guys! Purple here! I just have one thing to say before we begin this story... Peter, Dawn, do you guys want to say it with me?

All: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You heard them guys. I'm excited that Christmas is so close! So, do you guys still believe in Santa? Have you've been good this year?

Well, enjoy this chapter. Oh, and Dawn, Peter, I have something for you two!

Both: What?

*holds out mistletoe*

Dawn: Oh God! *Runs away*

Peter: What's with her?

Me: If a boy and a girl are under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.

Peter: Ohhh *gets an evil grin* Gimmie that! *takes mistletoe and runs to find Dawn*

Oh jeez.. Well enjoy the chapter! Merry Christmas!

Dawn's POV

"Class, I would like to introduce you to our newest student. This is Peter Harris and he and his family have just moved here to London. Lets make him feel very welcome," Ms. Bright says. "Peter, you take that seat next to Dawn Sparks by the window. Dawn would you please raise your hand?" she calls.

I hesitate, then I raise my hand. Peter walks to the desk next to me. I don't make eye contact with him as I put my hand down.

This is impossible! How did he get here? At least I now know his name but still, HOW IS HE HERE?! I glance out of the corner of my eye and see Peter is staring at me. I turn my head slightly and make eye contact with him. Peter gives a little wave and winks at me.

I felt my face getting hot and I look away. Damn, he's cute. Wait, why am I thinking this? We only just met and already I like him.

Wait, no I don't, I think.

Yes you do, a little voice in the back of my head says.

Do not!

Do too.

Do not

do too.

DO NOT!

The bell rings, signaling the end of class and snapping me out of arguing with myself. I stand and walk to my next class.

Turns out, Peter is in every other class that I have and I swear that he's constantly staring at me when I'm not looking. When schools finally ends, I hurry to my locker to put my books away. Other then Peter, the other kids have been taunting me as usual. I did my best to ignore them, but their words hurt worst than being punched and kicked a hundred times.

"Hey, look, it's Ms. Mary-Sue," a voice said from behind follow by a few laughs. I turn my head slightly to see a group of four super popular girls walking past. The one that made the comment was their leader, Taylor Star. She had jet black hair and deep blue eyes, a truly selfish and pretty diva. I shook my head and went back to placing books in my locker.

"Are you okay, Dawn?" a familiar male voice asked. I turn my head again to see Peter himself leaning on the locker next to me. I nod my head. "I'm fine, Peter, thanks," I mutter. Peter tilts his head to one side and stares deeply into my eyes. "Do you get bullied like this all the time?" he asked.

"More like 24/7," I answer. I pull back my collar and show him a bruise on my neck. Peter's eyes widen. He look down, as if he's trying to think about something. A flash of black catches my eyes and panic sets into my body. I quickly close my locker and lock it. Peter looks up and raises an eyebrow. "I have got to get out of here," I whisper as I turn and begin to hurry down the hallway. The trio of goth girls are closing in fast.

Peter quickly catches up with me. "It's those girls again, isn't it?" he asked, keeping perfect pace with me. I didn't need to answer... the fear in my eyes said it all. Peter looks back, then grabs my hand and pulls me to the door. "Peter, what are you doing?" I hiss.

"Protecting you. Now hurry, they're coming," he whispers back. My eyes widen and I obey. We make it out of the school and down the stairs, just as the goth trio burst through the door. "There she is! Let's get her!" one of them cries.

"Run!" Peter shouts and tugs on my hand. I'm surprised that Peter is not only strong, but very fast and agile. I run along at his side, still holding his hand as if my life depended on it.

We run into an ally (the goth trio miles away) and Peter begins to climb a nearby fire escape to the roof. I follow. We make it to the roof and I made the big mistake of looking down. I tighten my grip on Peter's hand as we walk along it. He lets go of my hand to jump onto a lower roof. I follow. We jump from roof to roof until we somehow get to my house.

Peter jumps from my roof onto my balcony and motions for me to jump. I shake my head. I was too high up. Peter holds out his arms. "Just jump. I'll catch you," he says. I sigh and jump.

I close my eyes, expecting to hit the ground, but instead I feel two arms wrap around my waist. I look up into a pair of brown eyes. And I swear I saw a little twinkle in them.

Then I realize how close our faces are. I blush and pull away from Peter. "Well...uh... thanks for helping me back there. You really saved my ass back there," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. Peter shrugs and smiles. "No problem, Dawn. But I have to give you a warning," Peter says, his face suddenly serious.

"What do you-" I begin, but was cut off when Peter grabbed my shoulders and gently, but forcefully, pushed me against the wall. My eyes bore into his.

"Listen to me very carefully. I've seen the way you've been treated around here and I'm not pleased. Especially with your father. I'll keep an eye on you but listen to this. If he EVER hurts you again, I'll come and take you away to where you will be safe. Do you understand, Dawn?" Peter says.

I just nod is reply. Peter releases me and back away. "The only thing I need you to do is trust me and know that I'm going to protect you," is all he says before he somehow climbs up to the roof and disappears.

A bunch of things are going through my mind until it settles with one thing.

I trust you, Peter.