I give her everything she would desire, I have all the luxury, but it seems it’s never enough. Everyday when I look at her, hold her, I always see a part of her that isn’t truly there. That part is always with Clark. She’ll always love him, and she still does.

Sometimes I wonder if she truly does love me, of if I’m just the rebound guy. Sometimes I can see in her eyes the regret. Sometimes when I hold her, she’ll close her eyes for a moment; when she opens them and sees me…I can tell it wasn’t me she was thinking of.

I don’t know how he does it. Clark always has everything I ever...

Clark Kent pushed his floppy hair back away from his piercing blue eyes and pushed open the door of Lana’s bedroom. The minuut he walked in, he could hear her gentle breathing and he realized that she was asleep. In a way, he was relieved.
Whenever she talked to him—or even just looked at him—he got this strange feeling in his stomach and he wasn’t himself.

Clark went closer and pulled up a chair from her desk, sitting it beside her head, and then sat down. He tilted his head down so that he was looking straight at her.

She was beautiful.

Her brown hair was stuck around her face and framed...

“Uh…Lana,” Chloe waved a hand in front of her face. Lana twitched. Heh. Back to reality. “Oh…yeah…” she blushed and tried to cover it up using her hands, but Chloe saw.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing, Chloe.”

Lana grew quiet. Chloe had been talking to her about shopping for the senior prom night. Relief came over Lana. Nice going, Lana. Now Chloe thinks something going on. Well, at least I wasn’t acting it out. WHO CARES? Lana’s thoughts whirled around her head violently.

Chloe stared at Lana and zei quietly, “Does this have anything to do with Clark?”...