OneShot John POV

Just this thought I had during the scene where their all sitting on the floor

My first Brekkie club fic so no flames please

R&R PLEASE!

I don't 'em…but I wish I did….. :)

"Go bury your head in the sand and wait for your fucking prom!"

"I hate you!"

Of course you do. You're no different to everyone else. Are you?

There you are, tears streaming down your porcelain skin, trying not to meet my gaze, angst and anger glimmering in your eyes. And for a few moments I'm finding it hard to breathe.

What have you done to me? You've waltzed in, picked up my very soul by the ankles and shook up my emotions.

I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU.

The words echo in my mind. God, they really do sting.

Hatred. Such a powerful emotion. Strong enough to kill. Like Love.

I throw another glance at Claire as I realize she'll never feel the way about me as I do about her.

What was it I'd said to Vernon?

"The world's an imperfect place."

How true.