The Land of Dreams

12: Booger Head

   "What are you doing here?" James asks and I jump, for he was a few feet away fro me just seconds before, wrestling with peter, who is also standing by my side, his back rigid. I realize with a jolt of shock that I'm only a few short steps away from where they pirates stand on shore, their faces now contorted in anger. 

The e Lost Boys are spread out behind us, although i can hear them all inches slowly towards us, the water rippling and swishing with their gentle movements.

Logan, who stands slightly ahead of the group, snarls at James. "What do you think, Bean Pole? We wanted to go swimming," he casts a disgusted glare at our group, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage. His arm is , in fact, in a sling made out of white cloth and I can see the dark black bruises that peek up from under his collar.

 He shifts his weight slightly and I notice him wince slightly. Even after all this time, it's obvious that it still hurts him. He trains his gaze back on James. "But we can't now, what with you and your booger heads contaminating the water."

Everyone sucks in a breath at his word choice and I can see from out of the corner of my eye that Peter's face has gone ghost white. 

Apparently that's an insult, I think to myself and then snort. I've heard much worse just walking by the houses in London on a Friday night, which is the universal night for husbands to go to bars and pubs, get dirty drunk, and then go yell at their wives.

  If they heard the disgusting words James and I have they could have passed out cold, I think and smirk softly to myself.

Logan must have noticed the shift in my facial expression, because now he's staring at me, with curiosity and a sick kind of hunger glinting in his eyes. "Something funny, princess?" he coos and I cringe under his taunting tone. Dexter has told me about some of the things that happened to him when he was captured by Logan and his goon squad.

 Least to say, I'm shocked that Dex is still sane: I would've snapped if I had to go through the torture that he did.

Speaking of Dexter, he is currently standing next to James, and is shaking like leaf in a wind storm, tensed to fight but openly terrified by the possibility of it. In fact, all the Lost Boys have gathered around us, all tensed for a fight. 

I feel a rush of confidence and turn back to Logan, stare this sick, twisted boy in the eyes and say the first insult that comes to mind, however weak it might be: **"Pinhead.**"

The reaction from the group is hilarious: they all gasp and groan and cheer. "Is there a problem?" James says innocently and I laugh at how taunting James sounds. It's obvious he had the same rush of pleasure I did when Logan flushed red form being called a pinhead. This is fun!

**"Boil-dripping beef, fart-sniffing bubble butt!**" Logan spits and everyone goes, "OHHHH!" Before Peter silences them with a flick of his wrist. He steps forward slightly. "**Someone has a severe ca-ca mouth, you know that?" **

Again, all the boys let out sounds of shock, delight and goading. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing, for Logan looks positively outraged.

"**You are fart factory, slug-slimed, sack-of-rat-guts-in-cat-vomit, cheesy, scab-picked, pimple-squeezing finger bandage. A week old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side!"** Logan says.

"OHHHH!" Go the boys and Peter flushes red slightly. James steps forward now, scrambling for a decent insult.

**"Substitute chemistry teacher.**" pops out of my mouth before I can stop it and James snorts, looking down at me with glee and amusement written clear in his eyes.