Based on the Y.T video: Clark/Chloe-Red Kryptonite

Clark Thought he was successfully pushing the people he loved out of his mind, mom, dad... Chloe...

So what if all the girls he has been with looked just like Chloe, He could easily ignore that fact.

But when he took the ring off, Chole was the first person he called, when she answered images flooded his mind of them together, not sure of which were fantasy or past events,

-Hello... Clark? is that you?-Chloe said urgently.

All the pain, all the sorrow filled his being, unable to take it he hanged up the receiver without a word and placed the shining red school ring back on his finger. Letting all the guilt , sadness and sorrow wash away.

Clark went back into the bar, had a few more drinks, played with a few more girls, leading them on as well as him self but as always he pushed them away in disgust at the last moment, he couldn't tell if he was amused or annoyed with the expressions on their face's.

Tired of the game, he decided to go home and sleep.

When he got home he felt worn, He reached for the red ring on his hand and messaged it, it gave him so much power but the energy wouldn't last forever, it all came with a price.

It wore and tore and his body. To tired to remove anything but his shirt and shoes, he tossed him self on to his blue silk bedding.

He grunted when the impact of his body to the bed made a crack, -"another broken bed frame"- he thought to him self, I'll need more money. and with that finally thought he went into sleep.

To dreams filled with Chloe.

*The cosy little coffee shop,

Her body directly on top of his. The shining smile she gave him every time they briefly stopped kissing, they worked so well together, their body moving is a perfect rhythm, he was going to take her right there in front of everyone.

She laughed as she took off his shirt that held the red kryptonite, and tossed it to the floor. But instead of gaining back his senses he continued to kiss her, nothing could stop the desired he had for her.

Her hands reached down to his pants undid the button then she reached for his....*-

He awoke to a gun shooting at him he just laid still waiting till the bullets ran out, "they are ruining my bedding" he thought angrily.

Next thing he knew is that they were moving the blanket to peer at the presumed dead body. But they only found a man with both of his hands around their neck then being thrown against a shelf.

What do you want, Clark said in a cool voice tip in anger.

The two thugs were gasping for air, "we saw you the other night"- one of the thugs replayed - "at the ATM'S you were just putting your hands though metal and grabbing the money like it was nothing"

Thug two finished the sentence "we could use man power like you on our job"

Clark keeping his facial expressions neutral through the whole explanation then cocked his head and said "sooo was this before or after the whole machine gun Good morning routine

"we had to make sure you were as hot as you seemed or you would be just useless for the job" thug one said, and a bit too cocky, it made Clark "accidentally" stepped on thug's hand breaking his fingers in the process. "

What is the job" Clark asked in a smile Thug two answered this time, thug one was too busy whimpering in pain.

"A bank job, money, money "

Clark Rolled his eyes then turned to his ruined bed, hmm I need some fun. Then reaching for his blue and green T-shirt, he pulled it over his head and said "so where do we start?"