"So…..you're Peter Pan, you said?" inwardly cursing at how awkward that transition was.
"The one and only," he smirked with a mocking bow. Seriously, didn't I have to deal with enough of these attitudes at parties?
"Like Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, Peter Pan?"
"I see you're very informed," he said still subtly studying me.
"Yeah, well my information says you're supposed to be like 11 and wear a pointy green hat, so I wouldn't necessarily say I'm an expert," I responded nonchalantly.
"I find it so fascinating how you people have created all these ridiculous stories," he said.
Bingo. Here was my opportunity. Whether he's really Peter Pan or escaped from the Loony Bin, if I can get him outside to "prove" he's Pan, then I can lock the window while he's distracted. Operation: Get Out of My Room.
"Prove it then."
"Excuse me?" He looked somewhat confused, but intrigued by my new line of questioning.
"I'm no Wendy. I don't believe you're 'Peter Pan' just because you say so. Prove you are," I said with more strength.
"You're certainly no Wendy," he said looking me up and down. Ugh, gross. I wanted to tell him there's not much to look at. Average height girl, slim, average looks, blue eyes, long blonde hair, light tan from running – nothing special. Then I figured holding my tongue would be better than saying something to piss him off again. Besides, wearing skinny jeans and a plain black v-neck didn't leave me fearing he would actually decide try to make a move at me. Well….not that worried, I thought back to myself.
"So what should I do?" he asked, looking like he was about to play his favorite game.
"Something that should be easy enough if you are who you say you are: fly," I stated.
"Fly. That's it?" he sounded like the least impressed person on planet Earth.
"Why, that's not a problem is it?" I asked innocently.
"No," he sighed. "I just thought you'd think of something more…creative."
"Sorry to disappoint."
"Let's make it more interesting then," he said. That mischievous look came back into his eyes. Shit.
"Interesting how?" I questioned.
"If you feel like you've gained your proof, you come with me to Neverland. Meet the Lost Boys. Have some fun. Be free of your responsibility." He walked around me like he was a predator and I was his prey.
"And if I don't feel like you proved yourself?" I asked back.
"We'll cross that bridge if it comes. Now, now. What would impress you?" he asked eagerly.
"I'm afraid simple floating won't work for me. Criss Angel can do that, so that's nothing new," I said trying my best to sound very unimpressed by the idea.
Peter chuckled. "Oh I can do much better than floating."
"Okay then. I'd probably believe you if you did four loops, a cartwheel in the air, and flew upside down."
"Easy enough," Peter smirked, looking like he'd just taken candy from a baby.
As he was getting ready to lift off the ground, I jumped in. "No! You can't do it in here. My ceiling is too low for the loops. I can literally jump with my hand in the air and touch the ceiling. You look like it's going to be a piece of cake for you. It should only take you, what? A minute? Just jump outside really quick and do it," I said. Trying to make it seem like I was truly concerned he would hurt himself.
He gave me a look before saying, "True enough. It won't take me long."
We both walked over to the window. He stepped on the sill while I leaned next to him. He glanced at me smirking haughtily, then jumped off the sill.
The second he was off, I pulled my window shut and locked it. As I looked out, he was halfway through a loop when he realized what happened. He appeared right back at the window and slammed his fist against it causing me to jump back in fear. There was a look of pure rage on his face that I'd never seen in anyone before.
"You're a fool if you think this lock can keep me from getting to you. You WILL come with me to Neverland. It takes a lot for someone to be able to call to me from Neverland, and you did. You may deny it, but you are lost. The lost belong with me."
I kept the bravest face and voice I could considering I felt like I was a minute away from being killed. "Get out of here, you freak. If I see you again, I'm calling the cops."
"Trust me, darling. You won't get the chance." He smirked right before he vanished.
As soon as I could see he was gone, I sank to the ground by my bed shaking. I couldn't process what just happened except that:
That guy had been flying. And this was far from over.