Claire and you had a great time. You two were acquaintances at school, an enviable couple. On weekends you would go on trails with your motorcycles, go to hills and enjoy the view. It couldn't be more perfect than this, after all.

But it got worse when you started drifting apart, for no reason really. But she felt betrayed when you talked to other girls, — Even though you weren't talking anymore, she still wore the engagement ring on her finger.

Prom. You had won the title of prom queen. Like every year, actually. For being so smart, helpful, and desired at the same time. She just rolled her eyes and walked over to the drinks table. You warned her from afar, dodging people and the compliments they gave you along the way.

"Hi, Claire." You murmured, leaning on the table next to her, removing that tacky tiara from your head. "Don't bother me, okay?" She said brusquely, leaving with a glass of drink.