AN: Hey guys!! Soo.. over the holidays I was planning on doing a whole lot of writing but my family came over from Ireland so I've been quite busy showing them around the joy that is Liverpool :) I haven't really had a chance to do much writing and I am sorry!

Basically, for this story, i have a very undetailed idea of the overall plot, where i want this story to go, but i need some sort of things to fill the space between them. So if any of you have any ideas for where you'd like the plot to go, or small subplots about the other characters like Hiro or Ando or anyone else. Please let me know!

Theres a little bit of stereotyping in this chapter, just with the groups of people in the school so i'm sorry :(

This chapter is the day in Peters mind, including his thoughts on meeting Claire Bennett! Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 3

Peter had managed to get into school early today by ditching Nathan at home, only after switching off his alarm clock. It was a good thing too as Elle called him as soon as he arrived telling him to meet her by her locker. Peter of course, ran to the locker, worrying that one of his friends was in trouble. As soon as he got there, he saw Elle leaning up against her locker with a large smirk on her face. He reached her and stood by her side.

"Elle, are you okay? What happened?" He asked worryingly glancing around.

"Nothing sweetie." She advanced in on him and drew her hand along his shoulders. He shuddered, and not in a good way. "I love how worried you are though." He rolled his eyes and stormed away. Damn, she can be so pathetic sometimes, always after the same thing... me... on a date. He glanced at his watch 8.00; Nathan would definitely be late now. Stupid brother! He muttered to himself. Peter's mood was pretty foul, even the thought of Nathans perfect record being tarnished wouldn't pick his mood up. On the way to French, someone managed to bump into him and send themselves flying to the floor. That's weird. Most people, except his select group of friends, normally steer clear of him like plague. He looked down to the floor and on it sat a petite blonde girl. Suddenly he felt very guilty; he knocked a poor girl to the ground, even if it was one of the bitches who torment him every day. She looked up at him through her thick eyelashes and he instantly paused as her eyes roamed his body heading towards his face. As she saw his face she gasped, Peter was in too much of a shock because of her beauty to be confused by her gasp.

He couldn't help but stare at the beautiful girl on the floor by his feet. She was simply breathtaking. Her long blonde hair fell in tresses around her shoulders, slightly messed up by the fall. Her face was perfectly shaped, all her features in exact proportions. Her eyes sparkled, a stunning emerald green even under the school lighting. Her lips were very pink and plumped, the lower lip being a little bigger than the top, giving her an enticing look, begging Peter to take the lip in his own and bite it slightly... back it up a bit Petrelli, be good. You don't know her yet you're already fantasizing? Peter realised he was staring and quickly blinked himself out of the trance, just to see her staring back at him. He felt momentarily perplexed at her heated gaze before he realized she may have been hurt by her fall. He waved his hand in front of her face trying to get her attention; she seemed so out of it. What if she has a concussion? She began to gain her focus back when Peter crouched on the floor next to her asking if she was okay and if she could hear him. Peter took Claire's arm gently causing her face to snap towards his and the full force of her stunning eyes to be released upon Peter. After he helped her up to her feet she stumbled again straight away, this time though, right back into Peters arms. Of course Peter was so happy to catch her. He felt this sudden urge to protect the poor, innocent girl. "Okay, Okay, I've got you... I'm not gonna let you fall." He tried to reassure the beauty that she would be safe with him; he felt that it was true though, he'd look after her. She breathed out slowly and pulled herself away from him, she wobbled slightly but held on to her balance; Peter held his arms out in case. "Are you sure you're okay? You're not gonna fall on me again are you?" peter laughed and the girl laughed along. Her voice sounded like bells, it was so delicate and lovely.

"No... I'm good thanks" the girl glanced around at the people surrounding them, all of whom were edging closer and closer. "Okay!!! Back away now!! Nothing to see people!" Whilst she was looking around at the flocks of people Peter got a chance to examine the rest of her. She was quite short, extremely thin but yet had perfect curves, her short top showed a sliver of her toned white stomach. Wow! She is perfect! "ALL OF YA BETTER SHOVE OFF!!" She yelled and everyone scattered, Peter just stood there staring at her in awe, Oh... and she has an attitude!

"Wow. Someone's got an attitude, I kinda liked it." What the hell? What was that? He chuckled to hide his nervousness and she blushed profusely at his comment, "I'm really sorry about knocking you down by the way. I really didn't mean it. Are you okay?" Peter's voice rose slightly in panic as he inspected her for any injuries trying to discern whether he had hurt her or not in the fall.

"No no, it's my fault. I'm really sorry; I was trying to get away from my tour guide slash stalker and was just walking to fast away from him." She looked down to her feet, "Are you okay? I did fall on you before..."

"I assure you I'm fine, great in fact... plus, you're as light as a feather." The girl blushed again looking down and Peter smiled at her, "Now, who is this stalker that you claim is following you around?" He asked still chuckling to himself.

"Claim?" She began, "He won't leave me alone... parading me around in front of people as if I belong to him. Really? I'm not some sort of trophy. I just needed to get rid of him!" Peter's laughter broke through her rant and her face grew slightly irritated. That only made him laugh more, she was acting like a kitten trying to be a lion, "What are you laughing at?" She asked him, he was about to answer when they heard...

"CLAIRE?!?!?!" Nathans voice bellowed loudly, and Peter couldn't help but roll his eyes. Who the hell is he calling for now?

"Oh. Speak of the devil..." The beauty muttered, rolling her eyes. All of a sudden Peter couldn't help himself; he looked at her and began to laugh uncontrollably. Her face was bewildered, "What are you laughing at?" She whacked his arm, just causing him to laugh harder at her kitten like behaviour, as Nathan caught up to them.

"Claire, there you are. I was looking for you everywhere. Someone told me you fell over into my dope of a brother here..." he trailed off. Claire's eyes widened. Claire... what a gorgeous name. Nathan is her stalker?? Ha, that's not the reaction he's used to getting I bet!!! "Peter, I hope you apologised." Nathan looked sternly at his Peter. Of course it's always my fault.

"Actually Nathan it was entirely fault, I was running and just didn't stop in time." Claire began to apologize, just to be cut off again by Nathan.

"I highly doubt that Claire. Please don't make up excuses for my fuck up loser of a brother." Nathan replied turning away to wave at a skinny blonde who passed by. Peter glanced down at the floor, slightly stung by his brother's words. I know he's trying to show off in front of Claire but does he have to be so horrible, now she'll never like me. Peter's self confidence hit another all time low.

"Don't call him that!" Claire said harshly at Nathan, who spun his head back around to face her, an incredulous look on his face. Peter was shocked; he looked at Claire, confused... She stood up for me?? What...?

"WHAT?!?" Nathan almost screamed, fists clenched at his sides, obviously holding in all his anger at Claire or him, he didn't know.

"I said... Don't. Call. Him. That!" She punctuated and stressed each word as if she was talking to a toddler. She rolled her eyes and stepped towards Peter once more. "I'm sorry again about falling on top of you..." She mumbled looking down, Peter smiled at her, she stood up for me!

"I think after that performance, we can call it even." He laughed once again, and Claire smiled gratefully. She stood on her tiptoes and moved her mouth near to his ear and whispered...

"I'm sorry again... that you have that for a brother." Claire turned away and left him standing shocked in the corridor, a dazed Nathan following blindly behind her. Peter breathed out heavily as he tried to forget about the feeling of her lips by his ear, her breath on his face... Maybe I might have a chance after all .He shook himself out of it and walked away, off to French.

The first half of the day passed quickly, throughout all the lessons he'd been in he couldn't concentrate it was impossible. Everything he thought of brought him back to Claire and her sparkling green eyes. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her cute irritated face and her anger at Nathan. Lunch came very quickly and when peter entered the cafeteria he looked around all the cliques, hoping to catch a glimpse of Claire and where she would be sitting, but it was a fruitless effort. In the school, there was a definite social hierarchy, at the top was the jocks and cheerleaders like Nathan, Nikki, Matt and Heidi. Then there were the all the pretty people who had no particular talent, the posh, then all the partiers, geeks, weirdoes, emos, and finally the outcasts. His group. No one paid any attention to them; they were completely avoided at all cost. His group was made up of him, Elle, Hiro, Ando, Isaac, Simone, Eden and Mohinder. He sat down at their table in the corner trying to block out the intense conversation Hiro and Ando were having about Japanese comic books, not that he'd understand anyway. Mohinder and Eden were busy discussing genetics and variables in DNA. Isaac was sketching furiously into his sketch book whilst Simone looked on, slightly angry but still concerned. They all had their distractions except Peter, only one thing could possibly distract him today... Elle moved closer to his side, practically sitting on his lap, she bit her lip and twirled her hair around her little finger in an attempt to look half sexy. It didn't work.

"So..." She asked with fake innocence, her eyes wide and staring at him

"What?"

"Well... I just wanted to ask you something. It's very important" She put emphasis on the word very and winked, gently stroking his arm up and down, for the third time today. Peter already knew where this conversation was heading and he didn't like it. It had started to be a daily occurrence. Run now! While you can... get out now whilst you have the chance, move, move, move!!!

"Go on..." Peter decided to humour her. Dumbass!

"Well sweet thing. How about you and me in a restaurant? And then maybe we can go do something... fun... after..." Elle's voice trailed off and Peter fought the urge to throw up. Nothing good could come out of that relationship, plus she wasn't his type. Elle was much to conniving and sneaky, she lacked that certain draw, the innocence that Peter loved in a girl. He wanted a girl who was honest, liked the same thinks as him, someone who could be best friends with and he just didn't see any of that with Elle.

"I don't think so..." Peter began but saw the look of hurt in Elle's eyes and he couldn't handle other people's pain, he had always been very empathetic, "But, we could go out as friends some time." He finished and Elle's face suddenly picked up into a smug smile, she became flirt once more. He had been tricked! She had planned it all, fake crying... How did you fall for that one?

"Oh thank you Peter. I promise I'll make it worth your while." She winked at him, kissed his cheek and walked away, attempting to shake her hips in an attractive way, but failed miserably. Peter shook his head slightly and continued in his search for Claire.

AN: Dont forget to review!! Your comments give me inspiration! :D (Wow that sounded rather cheesy)