sequel; Revenge of the Neverbeast

Chapter 2

After walking around the woods for at least three hours, I decided to go back to the treehouse.

"Oh thank goodness." Peter let out a heavy sigh of relief as he saw my blond hair coming threw the hatch. "Why were you out for so long?"

"I was just thinking." I replied.

Peter scratched the back of his neck. "Thinking about what?"

"Nothing." I shoved my hands in my pocket. I felt the rough texture of the walnut shell. My eyes clicked wide open as I focused them on Peter.

"What?" He asked.

"I said nothing." I snapped and rubbed my finger along the shell. I took my hands out of my pocket and rubbed them down my shorts drying them off from my palm sweat.

"Meg, I know you better than that. What's wrong?" Pan walked towards me and grabbed my forearms. I looked into his eyes as they searched me for answers.

"Peter, I'm fine." I hated to lie to him, but that will he do when he finds out about Taylor? I know I need to tell him because she is in trouble, but what if he leaves me for her? The thought terrified me.

I pushed passed Peter and sat on my hammock. Peter stood in place, somewhat in shock.

"Why don't you trust me Meg? After all we have been through. I died for you and you won't tell me what's bugging you??" He was fuming.

"Peter-"

"No Meg, I'm not done. I saved you from that beach. I love you Meg. Please tell me.." Peter had the deepest look of desperation in his hands. He glanced at the bulge in my pocket as I sat in the hammock and furrowed his eyebrows.

"What's-?"

I cut him off and reached into my pocket. I brought out the walnut shell, opened it a crack to see if the cloth was still inside, and tossed it to Peter. Having fast reflexes, he caught the shell.

"What's this f-"

"Open it." I sighed and leaned back against the hammock. I watched as Peter cracked open the shell and grab the cloth. His movements were slow and precise, as if he was picking a flower without breaking the stem. I watched at a distance as he unfolded the cloth and read the words etched into the piece of shirt. His eyes squinted as he read, but widened as he read who the note was from.

"Oh my-"

"She's alive." I snapped. He looked up at me, still holding the note, and I saw his eyes fill with water. Was he really crying over this girl?

"We have to find her." He said and looked at me. I shrugged. "Meg, we have to find her."

"Why?" The simple but sharp word escaped my mouth. Pan took a step forwards.

"Why?" He repeated. "Meg, Tay is out there being held captive by the Neverbeast, that's why. If we don't find her, she's dead."

"We though she was dead all this time, so it's not like that's a new feeling." I picked at my fingernails.

"Are you serious?" Pan snapped at me. I looked up over the ridges of my knuckles and shrugged. "What is up with you?" He asked, advancing towards me. We were feet across.

"I just don't see why this girl is so important to you, Pan."

He thought on this, and looked down at the cloth as if he has to choose between me and Taylor. He looked up, and made his choice.

"Because she was my first love." And with that, he turned and let the treehouse. I sat up in the hammock in shock and disbelief. He did NOT just do that.