AN: This is the third time i've attempted to write this, but for some reason fanfiction just doesn't give a shit about what i have to say, so it just deletes it!

Anyway... i'm realy reaally sorry about not uploading anything last saturday, i have been ill and also my GCSE's are coming up soon so i have been revising to satisfy my dumbass teachers!! :)

Thank you sooo much to everyone who has favourited this story, (or me!), and added it to their alerts. it means a lot to know people like it!! I LOVE all of you who have reviewed, you have made my day. Everytime i open my email inbox and see an email entitled Review Alert, i do a little happy dance on the inside!! I want to mention one review especially, Lara-Van sent me a lovely and rather long review and it made me smile sooo much! I love getting reviews, i cant describe the feeling :) And now ive gone all cheesy... greeat.

Oooh... i forgot that stupid disclaimer thing in my last chapters so if any of you are dumb enough to think i own heroes, i dont. Never will, but what i wouldnt give to own peter... mmmm! :)

Chapter 4

As Claire entered the cafeteria, her eyes automatically searched through the crowds of rowdy teenagers, looking for the black, extremely messy hair and unfortunately she found it... just as an extremely beautiful blonde girl sidled up to his sit, almost sitting on his lap! A tidal wave of anger washed over Claire at full force, never had she felt so angry before except, it wasn't really anger, it was something slightly different yet completely new to her. Jealousy. Is this what jealousy feels like? If it is, I don't like it! Claire had never been jealous of anyone or anything before, she never had reason to be... Claire was witty, clever, and extremely attractive, reasonably well off and had a loving family; compassionate parents and even and annoying yet lovable brother. At the risk of sounding conceited, Claire admitted she had everything that she wanted... except him.

All day she was thinking about Peter, his deep hazel eyes both lighted with happiness and with pain from his brother's torments, his messy black hair was definitely most tempting, all day Claire had been imagining how it would feel to run her hand through it.... Snap out of it Claire!!! She shook her head, to clear her wandering thoughts and glanced back at Peter and 'the blonde'. There was obviously some flirting going on, Blondie was twirling her hair and biting her lip. Claire had flirted enough times to know the common moves! It was sickening to Claire to watch the girl trail her fingers seductively up and down Peter's arms. Again this foreign feeling of jealousy took over her, filling her from head to toe... and she was helpless to stop it.

"CLAIRE!!" A loud voice rang out over all the mindless chatter of the cafeteria and the room fell silent. Claire rolled her eyes before turning around and walking reluctantly over towards Nathan, surrounded by a group of large guys and giggling girls, in the centre of the room. Of course, the centre! She felt like some sort of an animal in the zoo with the amount of eyes which were unabashedly staring at her, watching her every move. As she quickly glanced around her surroundings she could see many eyes locked onto her but the two brown sparkling eyes she longed to see watching her, were completely oblivious. Seemingly happy with the attention from the sluttish blonde. Wow Claire, you've resorted to calling unknown people horrible names due to jealousy? You need to sort yourself out! Her mental chastising worked her out of her jealousy induced daze as she continued her long journey to Nathan.

As soon as Claire was in hearing distance Nathan started a conversation which soon became one-sided with Claire's lack of interest...

"Hi Claire! How was your day? Were you lessons all okay?" He grinned, speaking rather fast, as if excited just to be talking to her.

"Urm... Everything was okay." Claire replied shortly, hoping he'd get the message and just stop talking to her. Since she witnessed his disgusting behaviour to Peter this morning she didn't have the patience to deal with him.

"Where you planning on sitting?" Well he didn't get that message, did he?

"I dunno... maybe ove-" Before she even had a chance to finish her sentence Nathan was speaking once again. Surprise surprise, eh Claire? Wow I'm talking to myself in the third person... I'm going crazy!

Whilst Claire was internally debating her sanity Nathan was talking to her whilst grabbing her wrist and pulling her over to a table of girls all wearing identical blue and white uniforms.

"Sit with the cheerleaders. Were you a cheerleader at you old school? You look like you were..." During Nathans small rant Claire had already seated herself at the table between a tall blonde girl and a short white spiky haired girl, and the introductions had already been spoken. The stunning blonde was called Tracy; she was part of the cheerleading squad, Obviously!, Co-captain actually, behind Daphne the small white haired pixie like girl. "Anyway I've got to go... I'll see you later Claire." Nathan waved trying to regain her attention but rapidly discovered it was no use as Claire was animatedly chatting with Daphne and Tracy.

"So Claire, how's your first day been so far?" Tracy asked

"It's been good. Class is pretty easy. The people are... nice." Claire paused before her final word, trying to come up with a polite way to describe Nathans attention, but the attempt was futile. There was no nice way to describe his attention.

"Oooh! I sense hesitation! Don't you agree Trace?" Daphne hit Tracy's arm playfully and subtly indicated towards Nathan, "He seems to like you." She observed.

"No, he likes my looks. He looks at me and I feel like he's just undressed me with his eyes!"

"That's because he probably did!" Tracy told her. Claire shuddered at the thought.

"I just wish he'd stop, it makes me uncomfortable. Plus, I don't like guys like him. He isn't my type!" Complained Claire

"Well what is you type?" asked Daphne.

"I don't know... but just not him!"

"Well have you met any guys you do like?" Tracy steered the conversation away from Nathan with skill, but diverted it to another conversation Claire didn't want to have. Suddenly Peter's face popped into her head and she blushed crimson.

"So there is a guy?! Do tell" Tracy prodded, leaning forward, resting her chin on her palms. Daphne mirrored her actions. The rest of the cheerleaders turned their bodies discreetly to try and listen in to their conversation.

"No, there isn't!" Claire insisted, but the girls were having none of it.

"But there sooo is." Daphne rebutted leaning further forward.

"I bet it is one of the freaks, that's why she won't admit it." A nasally voice sounded from the other half of the table. So much for being discreet dumbass!

"And the geeks are?"

"Them... over there." Nasally girl replied, rudely pointing over to a circular table in the corner of the room near the bins, a look of disgust painting her face. Claire looked over her shoulder at the table bimbo pointed at just to see Peter, Blondie and a few more people sat in conversation. Despite Blondie being there Claire still felt slightly angered by the bimbos stereotyping and bitchiness.

"Don't call them freaks!" Disgusted at Claire's sentence all the cheerleaders turned their heads to face her, shock written plainly across their faces. Tracy and Daphne just grinned.

"Why not?" The bimbos chorused. Claire viewed the 'freak' table again, observing as Blondie finally got up away from Peter and walked away from the table, putting a deliberate sway in her hips. To which peter just shook his head, apparently not liking what he saw. Amateur, stupid girl! Claire inwardly beamed... he didn't like Blondie after all. Surprisingly, this fact made it that much easier to defend that table.

"You don't know them do you?" This question left the cheerleaders speechless. Well that's probably not hard to do! "So what right do you have to label them as something?" Another brief pause "None." To this sentence, Tracy and Daphne stood up, clapping wildly and whooping for joy. Leaving no room for argument or disagreement, Claire stood up from the table also, and with new found confidence from her friends clapping, she made her way straight through the cafeteria. Giving Peter's table a final once-over she walked straight out of the doors.

AN: Sorry, another authors note. Just to say, SYLAR makes an appearance in the NEXT chapter!!! I dont know when it will be posted... im still fairly ill but i will try my hardest to get it up very soon! :D Dont forget to REVIEW!! (it may just make me feel better ;)!!)