A/N: Update 5

I waited the next morning for Winnie to come over so we could go to school. Right on the dot, her front door opened at 7:10. She looked beautiful. Her brown hair was curled, and showed hints of red as it hit the early morning sun. She wore white shorts that showed off her gorgeous legs, and an ocean blue sweater that made her eyes pop. She smiled and waved as she walked towards me. I waved back, my cheeks reddening, embarrassed that she had caught me staring. She had this effect on me that I didn't quite understand. I'd barely met this girl, yet somehow she had my stomach in knots every time she smiled at me.

"Hi, Peter. Are you ready to go?" She said as she bounced over to me, the curls in her hair sproinging with.

"Morning, Winnie," I smiled. I could feel my cheeks heat up again. "Are you ready for your first day at Edison High?"

She smiled nervously and nodded. "It's been a while since I've been to a 'real' school," she replied. I looked at her quizzically. "My family has travelled a lot, so my dad homeschooled my brother and I for the past few years. If you call a boat home," she explained.

"Boat?" I asked. "You lived on a boat?" This might be my answer to whether or not her dad was really Hook.

"Yeah, my dad is a world traveler and he also owns a sailboat business. It's pretty cool I guess. We moved here so that I could finish up high school. Hopefully his business is successful, and we can stay here. I love traveling, but it'll be nice to settle somewhere for a little while," she explained.

I nodded. Her story seemed honest, but this could all just be an act. "Well, we should probably head to school, so we're not late," I said opening the passenger door for Winnie. She nodded as she stepped into the car.

"Ow!" Winnie yelped. "Something pinched me."

"Oh yeah. Sorry, I should have warned you. The seat is old and one of the springs isn't in place anymore. You'll have to be careful," I apologized as I scooted into the driver's seat. I started the car.

"Well now I'm freaked it's going to snag my jeans," She sighed scooting to the edge of the bench seat.

"You could sit in the middle. That part of the bench is fine," I smiled slyly. Again my face turned red. I can't believe I just offered that. I barely know her!

Surprisingly, she scooted over and sat right next to me. She looked at me and smiled. "You don't think this will ruin your reputation?" Winnie joked.

"I don't think my rep is in any danger, but I'm sure people will talk," I half-jokingly replied as I winked at her. She laughed.

Winnie and I walked into school together. People definitely noticed.

"Peter, everyone is staring at me," Winnie whispered nervously. Groups of girls walked by, glaring at her.

"I wouldn't worry about it," I smiled down at her. "People can be so judgmental." This wasn't entirely true. The girls at Edison High were catty. They hated anyone they thought could ruin their chances of scoring a date with the current hottie—their words, not mine. Currently, it seemed that I was said hottie, so when Winnie walked in with me, everyone noticed.

Every guy that made the "Hot List" had a back story. Mine just happened to be my "troubled past." Being a foster kid you'd think that I would be an outcast. But the girls at school all thought that it was so tragic that I grew up without a real family. They all wanted to "make me feel better." I'm not saying that I didn't love the attention that I received. In fact, it was probably one of my favorite things about school.

Being the number one choice at school had its perks. Everyone knew who I was, and I always had my choice for dates, but I'd never really dated anyone. I'd been on dates, but I knew that they didn't mean anything to me. Deep down, I knew I was supposed to be with Wendy. The girls all thought it was so romantic that I was looking for the right girl, so they all threw themselves at me hoping that they would be the one.

Winnie tensed as a girl passing gave her the nastiest of looks.

"Do you know where your classes are? I can help you find them. We've got a few minutes before first period," I offered, trying to distract her as we stopped at my locker.

"That would be great. Thanks, Peter," Winnie smiled and blushed. She handed me her schedule.

"Oh, cool. We have six of the same classes," I said looking at her schedule.

"Are you serious?" Winnie laughed. "That's so convenient."

I showed Winnie where her two other classes were and then the bell rang to go to first period. We both walked in to chemistry. I walked to my seat and sat down. Winnie paused at the doorway, looking around for a place to sit.

"You can sit by me," I laughed. "My lab partner switched classes at the beginning of the semester."

Winnie smiled and sauntered over to the table. I could hear girls murmuring and snickering at Winnie. I turned around in my seat and cocked my eyebrow. "Problem, ladies," I smirked.

They giggled. "No, Peter. We were just wondering how you knew the new girl," One of them replied.

"She's my neighbor. I'll be giving her rides to school. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't talk about her behind her back. Think you can do that for me?" I smiled devilishly.

They giggled and nodded as I turned back around and smiled as Winnie was taking her seat.