Alright...Here's Chapter 2, I was having some writers block for a while, but I think I know where I want to go with this now. FYI, it's now senior year, flashback is over, and now the story begins...

I hope you enoy, and please, give me more feedback, I love it.

Chapter 2

"Two years. Can you believe that?" Claire was staring at her perfect reflection in her mirror. Just like a slideshow her mind was playing memories over and over in her head. Some good some bad, but the memory that stood out the most was a smile, only a smile. A smile so deep and dark, it had taken her breath away more than once. But then as she began to put more to that smile, the smoldering eyes formed, then came those thick lips, that handsome nose, a strong chiseled jaw line. There was a mysterious lure about him that drew her in. Like a fly to honey, she couldn't stop herself from being intrigued. She was instantly sucked into a vortex of feelings as soon as the name slipped out of her mouth. 'John' she managed to whisper, not even paying attention to the reflection anymore, she began to see his face form in the mirror. Was it a nightmare or was it a dream come true? She had ached to see his face just one more time, and now here it was staring straight back at her. No, it wasn't that face she had longed to see, it wasn't real, and it never was real. She slammed her palms down on the table top of the vanity and through herself up from the chair. She had made her self almost sick with such stupid thoughts, she was pathetic. This was senior year, high school was over in a few months, why in the hell was he on her mind now? He had longed since dropped out, not caring anymore, he, as he always did, told the world to fuck it 'self, and ran away from the real problem. "What a fucking piece of work I am, fucking bum." She said aloud, cursing him, she had never forgiven him for what he had done. Slipping on a Lacoste sweater and some jeans and boots she finished her make up and headed for daddies BMW.

When she arrived at school, Claire was greeted by a wave of fake hellos. She was still hanging with the same people she was 2 years ago, even though she had a tearful breakdown about it in that strictly confidential group session in the library and vowed to herself she would break away from the pack of fashion hungry bitchy wolves she called friends. But none-the-less, there she was, right in the middle of it all. She had no plans of running now, what with it ending soon, she figured she'd hold onto it, and hope for prom queen again. She had told Brian that they would be good friends after they got back to school from that detention, but she didn't keep her word, Andrew was on the same level as her so it was accustomed to know him and stay friends with him. She never even saw the basket case again after that day, 'Sporto' had broken up with her a couple of weeks later because of the pressure and mocking he got from the team, Claire didn't even remember her name. But what did it matter anyway, at least she pretended not to care.

"Claire, this fucking place. I'm so glad were finally getting out of here." One of her plastic friends added sarcastically as she checked herself out in the tiny locker mirror, as if she didn't know what she looked like. "shit Claire, do you realize that after we get out of here that we will still be on top? I don't know about you but I'm looking forward to a free ride to college…"

Claire bit her tongue. As much as it disgusted her to go along with this bullshit, she did it. Just like she had all of her life, god damn she missed him, she missed his horrible yet wonderful honesty. And oh how she wished she could be like that, no, she wished she could be with him. 'Why did he fucking leave!!!' she was screaming in her head, but on the outside, she remained silent.

The day went on as the normal routine. Dragging on and on until the last bell of the day rang, and when it did ring it almost sounded mute in her ears. Her friends had to tap her on the shoulder to remind her that the day was over. She hadn't even noticed. The previous events from her mirror were driving her insane with memories. She wished she could go back in time and beg him to stay. She then began to think about the day he told her he was leaving. It played out just like it was happening right in front of her all over again.

"You're a coward…"

"It takes one to know one. But you wouldn't pick up on that now would you, no I bet you do, you just don't want to admit it. Just like everything else you pretend not to notice."

"Don't do this to me right now; I'm not in the mood."

"Hey, you opened that door and if you want it to end just fucking close the god damn door, I already have and I'm fine."

"Yeah you would be!!! You don't give a shit about anyone but yourself!!!"

"Claire…Don't you dare compare yourself to me.'

"I didn't, I'm only telling you what you need to hear!"

"Your a fucking bitch you know that, just like I've told you a-fucking-billion times! A fucking fake ass hypocritical bitch, you knew this shit would happen, now face up to it Claire, look it in the face, I'm going to make you."

"It takes one to know one…And you can't make me do shit! You never have and you never will John! You're running away, that's all your good for. You're going to be a nothing for the rest of your life!"

"Alright, I'm done with this, I'm done with you, and I don't know why in the god damn hell I even wasted my fucking time with you. I'm leaving and there's nothing you're going to do about it because first of all you don't have the balls, and second of all, now you can go back to your god damn money, cars and clothes. I'll be out of the way that way you can hop in daddy's beamer and drive off into the bright fucking future, a future with out me. Fuck you, and here, take this precious stone that daddy bought you back and shove it up your princess ass you fake, lonely, poor little rich girl."

"John…I love you…Don't leave…Please?"

He said nothing. He only turned and walked away, he didn't even look back. She watched him go, not even thinking to run after him. Her body was frozen; she caught her breath again, and watched as the steam came off her lips. She shivered violently and opened her hand. There was the diamond earring she had given him.

It was over. After that day she never heard from or saw him again. That was it, nothing more, nothing less; he was gone so fast out of her life, just as fast as he had come into it. She kept on trying to tell herself that it was a mistake in the first place and there was no need to do this. But no matter what she tried to do, the thoughts of him over-powered her.

That night she cried herself to sleep. Wishing and praying and hoping he would crawl through her window, just like he used to and just lay down beside her, but for once in her life, she didn't get what she wanted.

Hmmmm...I hope you can stand some anticipation...Because I'm really ready for some Claire/Bender action...but be patient, I promise it's worth waiting for, because I love long, hot, steamy, romantic passion-filled love scenes...So BE PREPARED!!!!!!!!!!!!