Title:Realization day

Author: TheUnwelcomeVisitor

Disclaimer: All characters, references, and other things even remotely connected to 'Smallville' are property of someone else entirely. (Not me, just making it clear)

Summary: Clark realizes something… (I suck at summaries) Chlark but not necessarily romantic… unless people want me to continue…

Word Count: around 750?

Written:

I am an asshole.

I shouldn't even be allowed to breathe the same air as Chloe Sullivan.

I realized that today.

We were walking down the hallway in school, talking about our English paper, or something like that. Pete was there too, not saying much, mostly keeping an eye out for everything female and potentially date-worthy. Chloe was smiling, one of her thousand-watt smiles that screams Chloe, a smile you live to see. She was smiling, I remember that clearly. Why? Because she wasn't a minute later. And it was my fault.

Clark, I really need help with my paper…

Lana Lang walked in, right in front of me. My eyes became glued to her immediately.

…and I thought, you know, you could help me with it.

A vision of unrequited love. The women I have been yearning for as long as I can remember.

Clark?

As she turned to look at me with those beautiful hazel eyes I nearly lost it. She smiled, and I thought it was meant for me. My knees went weak.

Clark? Please answer…

But it wasn't for me. Of course, she almost never even noticed me. Her boyfriend walked up from somewhere behind me. Whitney, school quarterback and probably the most popular kid in school.

…I really need your help.

And they kissed. It was only a gentle brush of the lips, but it hit me like a freight train. He was kissing her, and a flame of jealousy started blazing in my chest. He was kissing her, and I wasn't.

Clark?

I stood there petrified. Frozen to the spot as they smiled at each other. I wanted to be Whitney so bad. In that moment I think I would have killed to be in his place. But I never will be.

It's no use Chloe. He's too busy Lana lusting to actually hear you. Let's go.

Yeah…

The bell rung for first hour. I didn't hear it. I was mesmerized by Lana's retreating back. She was walking away from me, and it hurt. Like a punch in the gut, it hurt.

As I roused my self from my Lana induced daydream I realized I was alone. As I turned around I saw a glimpse of my friends before they turned a corner.

And the world slowed down. For the first time ever I went into the state of heightened awareness, I usually only did when I super-speeded, without actually moving. Usually it meant I could dodge cars, probably even catch bullets in my hands.

Now? Now it meant that the agonizing glimpse of my departing friends seemed to last an hour.

Chloe's shoulders was slumped, she looked dejected, betrayed. Hurt, as I never wanted to see her, ever again. Pete just looked back at me, a sad expression on his face, and shook his head as if I just done something inconceivably stupid.

And it struck me. It struck me harder than Lex Porsche did, the day on the bridge.

The words that I had heard, but not listened to, hit me like a ton of bricks.

I had. I had done something inconceivably stupid. I had hurt Chloe Sullivan. I had ignored her. I had ignored her because I couldn't keep my eyes of Lana Lang. I had hurt, and ignored, and betrayed her, when she needed my help. And worse, I had done it without thinking.

And this wasn't the first time.

The words echoed in my mind, and I knew they were the truth. How many times had I stood lusting for Lana? How many times had I unthinking turned my back on Chloe when Lana came by? How many times had I hurt her like this? More importantly, how could she still treat me like a friend, when I treated her like dirt?

All this raced trough my mind as they had disappeared from view. But one thought lingered, after the others had rushed by leaving fiery streaks of pain, lingered and grew. Grew until it filled my mind.

She was walking away from me. And it hurt. It hurt like nothing had before it.

She was walking away from me. And it was my fault.

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R&R! I wrote this while I had a creative dry streak on one of my other stories, so I don't really know how it turned out.

Depending on if I get any reviews I could probably carry on writing a second chapter ( Especially seeing as I already have one scetched out in my mind.) Actually I might continue even if no one reviews, but...

Hope you enjoy, and once again R&R!

//TheUnwelcomeVisitor