"Ahem." Someone loudly coughed, which instantly made James and I jolt apart.
When I looked up at the person in front of us, I inhaled a sharp breath, for I didn't exactly like what I saw.
Peter freaking Pan.
Peter's jaw was clenched tightly as he stared at James, his eyes going dark. I swear I thought he was going to kill him right there in his spot. You know, I suppose it is a good thing that Peter interrupted my almost-kiss with James because it could've ruined the plan for him to fall in love with me anyway. But still, I really wanted to kiss James.
Peter's vile gaze then averted to me, making me mentally groan a long 'ugh' to myself.
"Jae, I think we need to have a chat." He said straightforwardly, his bitterness crystal clear.
"No thanks." I responded coldly.
James did say to just continue being myself towards Peter, so that's exactly what I'm doing. I seriously don't see how Peter is going to fall in love with me though, since I'm not necessarily...nice to him.
"I didn't ask for your permission, now did I? Come, now." Before I could protest, he grasped my arm and made me follow him to his ever-so-famous tent. I try to wiggle out of his grip, but I fail miserably.
When we enter the tent, he finally releases my arm, leaving a weird tingling sensation.
"What do you want, Peter?" I demanded, fully exasperated.
"I don't like the idea of you flirting with my lost boys." He stated, his body a little too close to mine for my liking. This made me take one step back away from him.
"Okay first off, I was not flirting. James was the one who was making the move. Secondly, why do you care?"
"It's distracting." He replied, before looking to the side. For some strange reason, this amused me. I held back a grin, placing a hand on my hip.
"To the lost boys or to you?" I seethed.
"I'm talking about the lost boys." He claimed, sounding a bit too sure of himself if you ask me, like he's trying to convince himself. In subtle disbelief, I raised my eyebrows at him.
Peter was obviously bothered by this.
"It's the truth! The lost boys, including James, need to focus on other things besides--kissing and all that nonsense." He told me, containing his temper.
I rolled my eyes. "Focus on things like what? All they do is eat and sleep and train and--"
"And why do you think I make them train?" He cut me off, leaning forward slightly.
"To keep them occupied?" I guessed, shrugging my shoulders.
I had assumed that the lost boys train so much because of the dangers here in Neverland, but the thing is, they haven't been in any crisis yet. It makes me wonder what's the point of training if you can't even put the skills to use.
"No." He sighed in a provoked way.
"Then what?"
Peter seemed hesitant to respond. I could tell he wanted to say something back, but he couldn't come up with the right words. He kept eye contact with me for a couple of seconds before letting out,
"An attack is coming."
Okay, I was not expecting that.
"An attack? What attack are you talking about? Who's going to attack?" I questioned him, confused and worried at the same time. But, I restrained myself to sound calm.
"Ever heard of Captain Hook?" He asked, and I nodded.
I have heard of Captain Hook, not by my previous research, but simply by the fairy tale of Peter Pan. All I know is that him and Peter are great enemies in the story, so this can't be good. I don't know what to expect from Captain Hook, but I imagine to be quite scary looking.
"Well, his name is Killian Jones. And he's out to kill me. All of us, actually." He informed me casually.
My mouth dropped open at his words. How does Peter manage to keep that blank expression of his when he knows he can be killed?
"Oh god, what did you do?"
"In the past, I may have angered him slightly." He briefly laughed at the memory.
I snorted, "Peter, you are not one to anger someone just slightly. To me, there are only two emotions to feel towards you. You either make me smile or make me wanna strangle you."
Suddenly, Peter's lips were growing a smirk.
"Are you saying I make you smile?" He asked, a cocky smirk painted on his lips.
I frowned at him. Did he ignore the part where I said that he makes me want to strangle him at times? Well, these are one of these times.
"So, what is Killian going to do exactly?" I changed the subject to a more important matter, and because I didn't want to get teased any further on how Peter 'makes me smile', which is rare if I may add. I mostly want to strangle him.
"In seven days, him and his crew are going to coming here to attack. They are going to try to kill me and everyone here, that includes you. Once they do, they are going to take over this land and make it their home." He explained.
"Well shit." I breathed.
When I said I need more excitement in my life, I didn't mean this. Just then, an idea popped into my head.
"Hey, don't you have magic? Can't you just find a way to wipe them out instantly or something? You are the one who controls this island after all." I suggested.
"Magic is much more complicated than that." He shook his head, his fingers running through his brown hair.
Oh lord, why did I just find that attractive?
"Hmm." I hummed, bringing the conversation to a stop.
I just needed to process everything for a minute. Yes, I want more crazy experiences in my life , but having this battle with Killian and his crew sounds plain frightening. Maybe if I didn't have the risk of being killed, then it would be fine. You see, (and I mean this in the nicest way possible), I wouldn't care if they only went after Peter...because it is very understandable. But unfortunately, everybody is at risk here; that includes the lost boys, my brother, Wendy, and me. I don't think I'm prepared for that.
"So, now do you see why I don't want you mingling with my lost boys?" Peter blurted out, bringing me back to reality.
"Yeah, I guess." I scratched my forehead, somewhat distressed. I still need to think all of this through. What can I say, I tend to overthink a lot.
"I'm gonna go now..." I murmured, turning to leave.
"Wait." He said, and I turned my head, looking over my shoulder. Typically, I would've ignored him and left the tent already, but I decided to stop and hear him out this time. "Do you like James?"
I didn't squirm at Peter's question, but it sure was odd for him to ask such a thing. He doesn't like to talk about feelings much, not even about the feelings of others. It surprises me that he's interested in my own.
"I think you know that answer." I confessed.
It would be pointless to lie. He did see me leaning in for the kiss, so there's no hiding it. And what's the worse that can happen if Peter knows that I like James?
"Just letting you know, I don't think he's right for you." He implied.
I cocked my head to the side in curiosity, "Who do you think is right for me then?"
Peter faintly chuckled, his forest green eyes burning into mine. He started walking closer to me, but I didn't back away this time, for I didn't think much of it. He was studying my face for a moment, giving me a relaxed smile that had this peculiar effect on me. That's when he leaned in, whispering,
"I think you know that answer."
Before I could fully register his words, he exited the tent, leaving me dumbfounded.
What just happened?