Chapter 3:

I update faster when I get more reviews… hehe lol, so here is chapter 3!


Claire's POV:

So Michael is too soft. I suppose he had already lived with the knowledge for about a week, but allowing them to stay in this house until they find someplace else to live is going too far.

They aren't to eat with us, spend time in the communal areas and are not to speak to either Michael or I. However, that doesn't stop them giving me looks every time they walk past me, sympathetic looks to try and make me forgive them. That isn't going to happen. They both betrayed me and Michael and whilst he may be willing to forgive them, I can't. They cheated on us, they destroyed my trust in them instantly in that moment I caught them together and they have no right to try and make me forgive them.

Yet that doesn't mean that I don't miss them. This is what I do, every day. Every morning, I wake up and want to feel Shane sleeping next to me, to know that I can roll over and give him a kiss… I miss that. I miss Eve serving me in Common Grounds (she quit to go back to the UC as she didn't want me to have to see her every time I went into the coffee shop… something which I do appreciate) and the way that we could chatter about Shane and Michael. however, whenever I think of this, I remember that she was screwing my boyfriend when I was talking to her about him, so she probably only wanted more information on him.

So both of them have been staying out of the way, which has only made me feel more desolate. Michael has tried, god he has tried, to make me feel normal and happy but it didn't particularly work. I feel alone and empty and as if nobody loves me. The two people who professed that they did cheated with each other, so that doesn't really work, does it?

It's strange, what I am contemplating. When you don't get any sleep for three nights solid, because all you can think about is the naked form of your boyfriend on top of your best friend, you begin to envision so many different things. You contemplate suicide, just to get away from it and manage to rest, you contemplate burning every single article of their clothing… you even consider creeping into their rooms at night and covering them in paint just for the hell of it! However, I cannot be bothered to do at least the latter two of those… suicide seems the easy option. I am just so tired and lonely and feel as if there is nothing in the world for me. I don't want to feel like this. I want to be happy with someone; Michael doesn't seem to get this. He seems pretty happy, well as much as he can be with them being in the house, and I don't get why this is. He just seems calm and normal and I wish that he would react like I am, just to make me feel more normal.

I know I am reacting as every other girl in my situation will react, no matter if they are in Morganville or not. This is the same problem that millions of poor and unfortunate girls face when they find their boyfriends cheating on them… unfortunately, with their best friend. If I am overreacting, then they are as well…

"Claire, what are you doing?" Michael's voice comes from the back of the kitchen. I jump, turning away with a guilty expression from the ogling of the fridge I was doing… I was thinking and just staring into space. I look down into my hands and realise that I am holding a knife rather too close to my wrist for my own liking.

"Nothing… I was just thinking and then I forgot I was holding it," I explain, placing the offensive weapon on the work surface so that he relaxes. Michael turns to look at me with an admonishing expression, which changes to concern and then something else (something I can't read) before he hastily looks away.

"You want pancakes for breakfast?" he asks me and I nod; I may as well have something if he is cooking because I really can't be bothered to start cooking. I'd probably space out again and then the Glass House would burn down and then nobodywould have a place to live. That would really not be great – even worse than things are now.

Sure thing," I confirm that I want them, when I realise that he can't see that I nodded my head.

"I know, Claire," he says, confusing me. He turns around with a small smile and points to his ears. "I heard the movement of air that meant that you were nodding!"

"Yes, because you really need to show off your vampire status," Shane's voice drawls in the doorway, making my back instantly stiffen. Michael turns from laughing and friendly to cold and hard in less than a second… If looks could kill, Shane would be dead ten times over.

"I thought I said to you, don't talk to us," he says quietly, an undertone of menace in his voice.

"I need to talk to Claire," Shane says, with something in his voice that I can't identify… what is with me and not being able to recognise things today? Then again, no sleep will probably do that to you.

"No, she doesn't want to," Michael answers for me, but something (the part of me that loves Shane, no matter what he has done) inside of me disagrees.

"Ok," I surprise myself by saying, turning and facing the person in question.

"Claire…" Michael says, warningly. I hear him continuing to make the pancakes, and turn back to smile in reassurance.

"Michael, I'll be fine. You can hear if anything is wrong and everything… call me when breakfast is ready, alright?" I confirm. I can feel the smile fading off my face as I trudge out of the kitchen after Shane, Michael's eyes on me the entire way. I don't know if I should do this... but I am. So let's go see what Shane has to say. But I won't fall for it... I won't!


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I'm sorry, not much happens but what happens next chapter will be good – I think!

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Vicky xxx