Claire – Goth, bubbly and smart.

Eve – Also goth but doesn't like Claire. Hangs with 'the populars'.

Shane – Rich, good looking and tries to hide the fact he's really smart. One of 'the populars'.

Michael – A regular hottie, Jack Wills supporter thanks to Monica. One of 'the populars'.

Monica – Hottest girl in the school, complete bitch. One of 'the populars'.

Couples:
Michael/Monica
Shane/Eve

Claire's POV

I never really minded school, well that was until I got caught up with 'the populars'. The populars are the hottest, hotties in the school but don't mess with them or the next thing you come into contact with, is their fist. They're the most popular people in the school, hence the name 'the populars'.

I used to be a little, weedy geeky girl. New school, new start, why not? I turned from a complete dork to a smart goth. I never normally put my hand up anymore but when im forced to answer a question it just slips out.

People think im the quiet cutter… well that's my nickname so of course it's what they think.

The ironic thing is, I've never cut before in my life, never will. Being goth isn't about emo music (well it kind of is but im trying to make a point here) or depression or suicide, im not close to any of those… except for the music, I love music!

It's just a stereotypical term: Goth's are depressed cutters who don't except life as it is.

I was so lost in thought I hadn't realized where I was going, next thing I knew I bumped into someone.

"Whoa," They said. "Sorry didn't see you there." Sorry? Did they just say sorry to me. I looked up to find the one and only Shane Collins staring down at me. Major blush moment!

"Um, sorry," I said. "It was my fault I wasn't looking where I was going."

He nodded. "See you round." I smiled watching him walk away.

What was I doing? He's one of 'the populars'! But he's only one that's nice, he didn't call me anything, cutter, quiet cutter, emo, Gothica, bitch… nothing.

I sighed enjoying the moment but I had to get to class, the late bell would go any second.

Shane's POV

Wow, Claire was hot. Okay I know, im dating Eve, but hey im a guy – it's my duty to men to check women out.

I don't know if there was some messed up part of me that had a thing for goth chicks but Claire was just something else.

I don't even know how I became part of 'the populars', me and Michael were mates in middle school (before we got transferred) until Monica came along.

She and him got together just like that, and at the time Monica was the hottest girl in the school. Then I got with Eve, who tagged along with our posse.

After a couple of months we were known as 'the populars' – people you shouldn't mess with. Yeh, like im going to beat up some poor freshman, it's only an act.

My third period went a breeze, as always I didn't listen. Hey, being a popular pays off, not even the teachers mess with us.

When the lunch bell rang everyone packed up and headed to the cafeteria. The moment I entered I could spot Claire a mile off.

Today she had her waist length black hair in a high pony tail. She had a black pleated skirt with knee high socks; her top was covered by her red hoodie.

"Yo," Someone shouted from across the hall. I turned round to find Eve standing next to Michael and Monica who were, as always, kissing. "Shane get your ass here now."

I rolled my eyes and turned back round; Claire was staring at me but looked away when I noticed her. I reluctantly walked over to my fellow 'populars' to spend another lunch in hell.

"Oi!" Someone shouted from behind me. I turned round and saw someone tripping Claire up, making her lunch fly everywhere. "Watch where you going cutter!" They shouted.

I gripped my tray of food harder making my knuckles go white. Why did I have to get tangled up in 'the populars'? Why can't I be a regular guy that doesn't get noticed, someone who can just get up and help.

Oh, didn't I mention, 'the populars' don't help anyone, ever.

Claire's POV

Everyone was staring at me, lying on the floor, food everywhere, hated. No one came to help me, why would they, im the 'cutter'.

I silently got up and left the cafeteria with everyone watching me go. God, Shane was standing there, watching me! I didn't dare look at him, afraid I'd see him like the rest of them; Shane was the only one in this messed up school I actually like.

Well duh, its only because he didn't call you cutter.

I didn't want to face anyone, not yet, so I ran off – out of school – and into the old park which held so many memories. The best were when I was 6.

Flashback

"Claire." Shane called from across the park. "Follow me." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a meadow of daisies.

He picked one from the ground and held it up to me, smiling. "Will you marry me?" He asked getting down on one knee.

My smile widened so it was almost as crazy as the Cheshire cat's. "Yes, yes I will!" I said and accepted the flower. I bent down and kissed him on the cheek then ran off.

I was giggling and smiling all the way home.

End Of Flashback

I sighed as a tear rolled down my ice cold cheek. Shane had left 5 years after that, which made him forget about Morganville, about everything we did together.

When I heard he'd come back I was expecting him to run and wrap me in his comforting hugs he used to give me. But he didn't so much as glance at me.

"I miss you." I whispered, letting another tear slide free, as I unfolded my hand to look at the daisy I'd preserved in glass.