When Claire woke up in her bed, the same as the morning before, she gasped and sat up quickly. It was the same weird feeling of not remembering falling asleep, but somehow blacking out until the morning. If the nurse hadn't already been in her room, she would have checked the back of her closet for her flashlight -- like hell was she going to pretend she was sure that Elle hadn't stolen it from her, that bitch -- and newly acquired bat. But, the nurse was there, and that meant it was breakfast time.
The intercom said something about french toast, but Claire managed to tune the rest out. Honestly, she could care less, and she was starving and shaken. On the bright side, there had been no monster attacks. But, she had run into both Elle and Sylar. It was pretty much a toss-up, thinking of which might be worse.
She was getting better at pushing these things aside and dealing with the situation at hand. But whether that was a good or a bad thing had yet to be seen. Claire thought of it as a good thing, but she was also hellbent on trying to turn herself into what her father was. What Elle was. She wasn't in a position to address the negatives of her bad decisions.
"Yeah, yeah, breakfast. I know, I'm coming," she muttered when the nurse tried hurrying her. She climbed out of bed and cast one look over at Bella. Still sleeping. Although the question burned, why she'd headed out in such a rush the previous night, Claire decided she'd find out later. After all, it was still early, and Bella had never been hard to find. So, she let the nurse guide her into the cafeteria for breakfast and the overwhelming high school pressure of finding someone to sit with set in. She hated this feeling. Hadn't having it at Costa Verde been enough? She felt like she didn't know anyone.
And the people she did know, she wasn't even touching. Her eyes fixed on Peter, but he was sitting with Elle. Did they know each other? Better question, did Peter know what she'd done? Claire scowled. She'd talk to him later -- find out why he thought it was okay to be nice to her. Figure out why he would ever sit near her. Maybe it was an immature thought process, but to Claire, it was important.
She spent as much time as she could possibly reconcile putting food on her plate, delaying the inevitability of having to find a place to sit, but there came a time when it was time to sit down. Cheerleaders weren't supposed to have this much trouble finding someplace to sit. It wasn't fair.
Being alone wouldn't be so bad, though. She'd wanted it during the movie the previous day, after all, maybe it would be nice to at least be able to eat breakfast alone to make up for that. So, she found an empty table and took a seat, picking at her breakfast despite her earlier ravenous hunger. Seeing Elle and Peter sitting together hadn't helped her appetite in the slightest.
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The intercom said something about french toast, but Claire managed to tune the rest out. Honestly, she could care less, and she was starving and shaken. On the bright side, there had been no monster attacks. But, she had run into both Elle and Sylar. It was pretty much a toss-up, thinking of which might be worse.
She was getting better at pushing these things aside and dealing with the situation at hand. But whether that was a good or a bad thing had yet to be seen. Claire thought of it as a good thing, but she was also hellbent on trying to turn herself into what her father was. What Elle was. She wasn't in a position to address the negatives of her bad decisions.
"Yeah, yeah, breakfast. I know, I'm coming," she muttered when the nurse tried hurrying her. She climbed out of bed and cast one look over at Bella. Still sleeping. Although the question burned, why she'd headed out in such a rush the previous night, Claire decided she'd find out later. After all, it was still early, and Bella had never been hard to find. So, she let the nurse guide her into the cafeteria for breakfast and the overwhelming high school pressure of finding someone to sit with set in. She hated this feeling. Hadn't having it at Costa Verde been enough? She felt like she didn't know anyone.
And the people she did know, she wasn't even touching. Her eyes fixed on Peter, but he was sitting with Elle. Did they know each other? Better question, did Peter know what she'd done? Claire scowled. She'd talk to him later -- find out why he thought it was okay to be nice to her. Figure out why he would ever sit near her. Maybe it was an immature thought process, but to Claire, it was important.
She spent as much time as she could possibly reconcile putting food on her plate, delaying the inevitability of having to find a place to sit, but there came a time when it was time to sit down. Cheerleaders weren't supposed to have this much trouble finding someplace to sit. It wasn't fair.
Being alone wouldn't be so bad, though. She'd wanted it during the movie the previous day, after all, maybe it would be nice to at least be able to eat breakfast alone to make up for that. So, she found an empty table and took a seat, picking at her breakfast despite her earlier ravenous hunger. Seeing Elle and Peter sitting together hadn't helped her appetite in the slightest.
[ for Stefan. ]