Lost In Neverland

Chapter 3

IRIS' P.O.V

I didn't know what to think at first. I had left my form room when Miss Elliott - or Senorita Elliott - caught me. We were walking into my Spanish classroom when I noticed Blondie was one of the first people in here, as usual. That girl is smart, believe me. I stood by Senorita's desk as she asked me why I wasn't in form.

"I was kicked out Miss," I explained, taking a piece of my shoulder length hair and pulling it out from behind my ear. "Mr Finn kicked me out and slammed the door, and I wasn't going to stand there for the remaining five minutes of the lesson!" Miss Elliott nodded and sent me back to my seat whilst she scanned my final essay draft that I turned in last lesson. I looked over at Blondie. She was biting her lip, hard at work as her pen practically made smoke on the page.

"Iris what are you looking at?" Elle asked, blowing a bubble with her chewing gum.

"Just having a look around Elle." I answered. "Why do you wanna know?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"I was just curious Iris." I laughed and pulled out my mirror, quickly fixing my hair before Miss Elliott called me back over to her desk.

"Okay Miss Neilson," She started and I looked at her expectantly. "This essay was not the best you could have done, and frankly it's all very messed up and I think you need to do a lot more studying if you want to pass this class." I groaned loudly and the bell rang out. I watched everyone leave, but not before Miss called Blondie over. "Miss Sheahan, may I speak to you?" I smirked as I saw her stand up and walk towards the desk I was stood by. "So, Miss Neilson needs some extra help with her final essay, due in two weeks. You are the best performing student in this class, so I would like to know if you could tutor Miss Neilson and help her ace her Spanish GCSE's." I stared at her, my lips still curled up into an inevitable smirk.

"Of course Senorita." She agreed, and stuck her hand out to me. "I'm Wendy Sheahan."

"Iris Neilson." I took her hand and shook it, still slightly smirking. This was gunna be fun.

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It was the first day of Blondie tutoring me and I was sat in my room, staring in confusion at the words in front of me.

"Um, what do you want me to do again?" I asked, looking up.

"You need to translate this paragraph," She said matter-of-factly. "Once you can translate, we'll work on putting words together to create sentences."

"You act like I'm in Year Seven." I scoffed, teasing her. "You do know we are Year Eleven, right, I don't need to put words into a sentence."

"Yeah," She spoke, raising an eyebrow at me. "Then translate this for me." I sighed - irritated - and looked down at the jibberish in front of me.

"Um, Hello, my name is Ana and I like to..." I trailed off. She was right, I really was at a Year 7 standard. "Um..."

"What does 'Hacer natacion' mean Iris?" Wendy asked. She flipped her bright blonde hair behind her shoulders.

"To do... Swimming?" Wendy nodded and smiled at me.

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WENDY'S P.O.V

I don't know what it was, but something caught me off guard about Iris. Sure, she was popular, pretty, physically flawless... But she was terrible at Spanish, and most of the popular girls are amazing at it! To be fair, they all will have private tutors in their huge mansion homes. Iris turned to me and winked again, before taking her pen and beginning to write.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked and Iris laughed, smirking once again.

"Because it's funny watching your reaction." She said simply. Iris put down her pen and leaned in awfully close to my face. I stared at her in shock, and she leaned towards my ear. "I bet you love this don't you," I felt a deep blush take over my face and she chuckled. "There's no point hiding it, I know exactly what's going on in that huge brain of yours." She whispered, and brushed her lips on my ear, before leaning backwards and staring deep into my eyes. I gulped. "See you tomorrow, Blondie." Iris' lips turned up into another smirk, and before I could comprehend what had happened, she had picked up her stuff and left. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing was uneven.

What was Iris doing to me?