Chapter 16 - Welcome aboard, Wendy.

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"No, the answer is letter B." He said, then pointed at the paper.

"How come? It doesn't fit the question, the answer's D." I said, pointing too.

"It just has to be B."

"And what may be the reason, Parker?" I threatened. He just shrugged and looked at me with clueless eyes. "See? So the answer is-"

"I am starter than you when it comes to AP Chemistry, alright?" He almost yelled, but the students beside us heard it so, they gave us the shut-the-fuck-up look.

"Fine. But if it's wrong..." I paused to think of something, then continued, "You owe me four large boxes of pizza."

"AND." He warned, "If it's right, you throw a party at your house, Friday night." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"WHAT?!" I yelled then I noticed everyone was giving us the look.

"Warning, Ms. Diarmuid and Mr. Parker." Mr. Fletcher said.

"Uhm, Mr. Fletcher..." Xander darted then took the paper with him. I tried to stop him but I was too late. He looked at me and made an evil smirk. Oh Parker, you are so dead later. I wanted to strangle him so bad. I didn't even accepted the deal! Ugh. Xander rested his hands on Mr. Fletcher's desk and together, they scanned the paper. I saw Mr. Fletcher took the paper and looked at it. His lips pouted and his eyebrows frowned. I knew it! I knew letter B wasn't right! I won the deal even if I didn't take the deal! Fuck you, Xa-

"It's correct. Good job on the teamwork." Mr. Fletcher said. Then I felt like a ton of golden bricks fell on top of me. I felt like I was sinking on my seat. Then Xander found myself on a slouching position. He was trying to stop himself from laughing because he was biting his lip, and his shoulders were moving up and down. I sat back straight and looked at Xander with an evil eye. He knew he was dead. His mouth did an 'O' shape, and his eyes widened as if he'd seen his mother caught him doing somehing really bad.

"Dismissed!" Mr. Fletcher said as the bell rang. Xander ran off the room then I chased him.

"What did I do? You lost the bet!" He yelled while running.

"I did not accept the deal, Alexander!" I yelled back. "YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!" I added. I swear, we were running like horses, we were on speed. The wind was cold against my skin as we got out of the halls. I can see everyone's eyes stuck on us. But I didn't care, my eyes were foused on Xander. We reached the field then Xander was slowing down, he was getting tired. The school was big enough to run fast in. Xander rested his hands on his knees- breathing heavily. I still sprinted towards him then pushed him to the ground. But in a sudden movement of him, he got my arm so I fell with him. When my back made contact against the grassy ground, it felt good. All of those running made me tired too. We just lied there on the ground, laughing while our chests expanded from catching our breaths. We just lied there and looked at each other. Our faces were an inch away. Our laughs finally calmed down-we got serious. Xander's eyes were full of sincerity, burning down on mine. He was slowly closing the space between us, then slowly tilted his face, getting near. Until-

"There you guys are!" Juliette said, making our moment break. Well, was that really a moment? Xander got off the ground then offered his hand to pull me up. I did took his hand then I was forced so hard in the air that it made myself land to Xander's chest. I looked at him with evil eyes then he winked at me. I pulled out from him then Juliette and Flynn walked to where we were then both of them were grinning at the two of us. "So, what's up?" Juliette talked again.

"I'm having a party this Friday." I said, then Xander and I exchanged looks then laughed.

"Is there something now between you two?" Flynn asked.

"Let's just go to the cafeteria." Xander then we followed.

To be honest right now, I am in theater arts class. I had no choice but to give into it because of the principal. He signed me up in this shit. I don't even know how to act! But well, so far it was going great because I only get to be a tree. So whenever there will be a show, I'll just stand there like a tree. Well, yeah because I am! This also is the place where I sometimes spend my time painting the props. I was painting the sky, until Mrs. Olsen called me. "Mia!" She yelled, then I went to where she was. Down at the audience's seats. "Can you do it?" She said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Oh, so you were not paying attention?" She tilted her head to the side.

"I-I'm sorry, I was painting." I explained.

"You, darling. Will be Wendy."

"What? Why? I didn't even audition for it."

"Some actors said you were good!"

"They didn't even see me act, Mrs. Olsen."

"But they said you were."

"Just because I was in a magazine and actors said that-"

"No more excuses Mia."

"But my hair is auburn."

"We have wigs."

"But I always want to be a tree." I continued giving excuses and I knew I was pissing her off.

"And now you are, Wendy."

"But I want to be a tree." I complained like a child.

"You have to be Wendy."

"Why?"

"Our Wendy, broke her ankle. Didn't you see?" She said. So I really was that distracted that I did not see that coming?

"But-"

"Do as I say or I'll be giving you an F." She warned, then it left me there silent. I stomped through the stage and looked at Mrs. Olsen with my hands on my waist. Yes, I am complaining. And you'll probably think I'm being a brat; but everyone will be disappointed if someone lets you do something you're not happy wit, right? Ya feel me?

"Do a line. Lea, give her a script." Mrs. Olsen said then Lea gave me a script. I read the lines, then planned to be so enthusiastic about it. I must save my grades.

"But-but, Peter, oh that is, Captain Pan." I said, my voice sounding sweet.

"At your service madamme." Someone said, I looked back to check who it was - Paul Fraiture. The oh-so-popular-and-handsome-but-not-a-jock-because-he-is-very-nice-to-everyone guy. He has his hands on his back, and just staring at me, then flashed a smile. Oh damn, he's hot. And how can he be that controlling? I was stuck there looking at him. He raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Continue" and nodded. So I snapped back to reality.

"Could you tell me sir where we were sailing?" I said looking at the script.

"To London, madamme."

"Oh, Peter! Michael! John! We're going home!"

"Man, the captain! Hoist anchor! Pixie dust!"

Then in seconds, people applauded. So that was it? You just read a script and people will clap their hands at you? Weird.

"That's a wrap! Welcome aboard, Wendy." Mrs. Olsen said then shook my hands. I shook it back firmly, then smiled at her. Ooh, this will be a good theatre art performance, it will.

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