His Lost Girl

Seven

  I reached the camp and ignored the confused and questioning eyes the lost boys gave me when they saw me marching straight to my tree house, wet from head to toe with a glare that could kill. Like Peter, it was the first time they had seen me make an expression like this.

 Felix, who was near my tree house saw me and grew a surprised look like many of the lost boys, "Woah, what happened --"

 "Don't. Just don't, Felix, not now." I cut him off, a finger raised to shut him up while I climbed up to my tree house, wanting nothing but to lock myself in for the next few days or just until I no longer feel the need to slaughter Peter Pan.

 I shut the door, locking it and began to tear away my wet clothes wanting nothing more but to get rid of the sea water smell on me and I put up my hair in a knotted bun, ignoring that it was still damp.

  "That wasn't nice, was it?" Appeared Peter in the corner, startling me just as I was slipping on my pants.

 "Oh I wasn't nice? How about what those girls did? Drowning me was a good thing, is that it?" I growled, rolling my eyes while I put on my pants, ignoring the fact that he was watching my ass.

 He pushed himself off from the wall and went to stand at the foot of my bed, leaning against the frame, from the looks of it he hasn't even bothered to dry himself off, "They were only jealous because I was with you, you shouldn't have gotten mad. You even pushed me in the water!"

  "You're lucky that's the only thing I did to you Peter." I growled, still angry that he wouldn't see my point, "And I don't care if they were jealous or not, they tried to drown me three times, Peter. Three fucking times! And you couldn't care enough to help me each time because you were to busy trying to fuck with those mermaids!"

  All of a sudden I was wide eyed when Peter appeared right in front of me, a hand around my throat in a firm grip, pushing me against the wall, his eyes dark and glaring, "I advise you to watch that tongue of yours, darling. You're still just a Lost girl, I am still your king. You best remember to show some respect, or you might just be punished."

  Despite the grip he had around my neck, I remained glaring and standing my ground, "If you think you're going to scare me, Peter Pan, then think again. Might as well just kill me now if this is what you're gonna do every time I stand up for myself."

  "You really like playing with fire, Diana. I admire your bravery, really." He said, voice low and ominous and I could feel the grip around my neck tightening to which I was already hitching my breath, "But you really should remember where you stand. I made you a lost girl, I can take that away just as easily."

  He released his grip from my neck and I nearly fell on the ground if it wasn't for the little table I had leaned against on for help, catching my breath in big gulps and soft coughs as Peter walked to my door.

  "Consider this your first warning, darling. Don't ever make me mad again or else punishment is in order."

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   "Hey, Diana." Felix came up to me with a faint smile handing me an apple while I was helping prepare our food for dinner time.

   Three days has passed since Peter and I's fight. Ever since that little warning of his, that even left faint prints on my skin, I had made it a mission to avoid Peter as much as possible, much to everyone else's confusion. Felix and I have gotten close during those times, even more so than with Peter yet somehow I still felt calmer with that green eyed demon, even if he did practically strangle me and left me to drown with the mermaids.