Lana leisurely drove back to the dorms and smiled to herself. Tonight would most certainly prove to be quite interesting indeed. Soon she'd arrived at her destination and cut the engine. Deciding to make her grand entrance at the party around 10-ish, she walked up to her dorm with every intention of studying.

Quietly opening the door, she noticed that it was still quite noisy next door. Chloe and Joe were most likely still playing that X-box. Lana laughed inwardly, shaking her head to herself, as she slammed the door shut.

Now there was a new task that she had to deal with. Where was her Psychology book? Lana pretty much turned her side of the room upside down, but to no avail. Annoyance seeped through her, from her head to her toes. Where else could she look? She acted on impulse and began to tear apart Chloe's side of the room as well, as if it were clean to begin with. All that she found was three empty bags of Jolly Rancher's and a pair of once lost underwear. This was enough. Chloe was always 'borrowing' he stuff without asking and it was really starting to bug her,

Fuming, she stormed next door and opened the door. Lana jumped back when she saw what she was interrupting. Chloe and Joe has previously been involved in a rather 'heavy' make-out session. Lana studied her toes, seeing as how they were so interesting these days.

"Lana!" Chloe sat up and scooted away from Joe.

"Hey..." Joe looked around uncomfortably.

"Chloe, have you see my Psych book? I really need to study for that quiz on Monday." Lana said to her feet.

"Oh yeah," Chloe shook her head, as if to clear it, "it's..." Chloe tapped her chin as she thought to herself.

"It's..." Lana raised her eyebrows and motioned with her hands for emphasis.

"Check under the bed?"

"Yeah."

"Kay, how about in your backpack?"

"Not there."

"Oh!" Chloe playfully smacked herself on the head. "I had to let Clark borrow it."

"Why?"

"He's starting Psychology this semester and he needed to know what book to buy or like make sure that he had the right one, something. I actually think that he will be in your class, but don't worry Clark wouldn't let anything happen to your book." Chloe smiled and turned back to Joe.

"Thanks a lot Chlo..." Lana trailed off sarcastically as she walked back into their dorm.

Lana dove into her bed. This day was just not going that great for her. First, Lois Lane, of all people has to go after Clark; second, Savannah practically comes out and tells her that she's a bad person and was a horrible girlfriend; third, she's going to fail her Psych quiz on Monday. She hastily buried her face into her pillow and screamed.

"Bad time?" Lana's head shot up as she tried to control the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"No it's fine." she stood up and walked over to Clark.

"Thanks." he said as he pulled out her much needed psych book and gave it to her.

"No, thank-you!" she grabbed the book and smiled.

"Is there something I missed?" this was odd. She'd expected him to give her the book and leave, but he was actually attempting to be cordial to her and have a conversation.

"Just there's a quiz on Monday and I need to study and stuff."

"Do you think I'll have to take it?" he sat down on Chloe's bed.

"You might not even be in my class. There are so many different psych teachers and stuff so I don't know."

"Well, here's my courses, and their times." he handed her the small piece of paper and she scanned it.

"Oh."

"What?"

"You will most definitely be having a quiz on Monday. You need to have chapters 6-9 read in astronomy and you got here just in time for our next lab in Chem." Lana handed the paper back to him

"Wow... Thanks a lot."

"Sure, it's the least I can do."

"Just wondering..."

"Yes?"

"Wanna help me get caught up? I kinda want to impress all my professors and stuff and since you have a bunch of classes with me and all..."

"Sure Clark." she ended his ramblings.

"Great, just let me go and get my books from the truck."

"Need any help?"

"Nah." she watched as he walked out of the dorm. Lana waited until he was outside before jumping up on her bed.

"Oh my god! Yes!" she did a little dance and screamed, unaware that he had 'enhanced' hearing.

Lana looked down at what she wearing and made a face. Throwing off the Met U tee shirt, she grabbed a more suitable tank top and slipped it on over her head. She was impressed with herself, dressing at speeds like that. There was barely enough time for her to get settled back on her bed before he walked through the door. Damn, he was fast. His eyebrows slightly rose at her attire as he sat down next to her.

"Ok, so did you take any Psychology at Central Kansas?"

"Yeah."

"How far did you get?"

"Chapter eleven."

"Holy shi- um, you're way further than us." he coyly smiled. "So I guess that you can help me out with Psych." he shrugged a Clark-like 'yes' and set the book on the floor.

"Astronomy next?" she nodded.

"Okay, so did you take astronomy at Central Kansas?"

"Yeah, I basically have the same classes, all except for Philosophy, which I am just starting."

"Oh, Philosophy? Wasn't on your course sheet."

"On the back, Tuesday, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 3 pm." Lana's face lit up. She and Clark hadn't changed much at all.

"Well you're lucky that nothing's due in that class, but back to astronomy. How far did you get in the book at Central K?"

"Chapter five."

"Perfect, just where we are." she smiled, "we can read them together if you want..." she trailed off hopefully.

"Alright, so about Chem?"

"We are going to do a lab on Monday, we have to pick our partners over the weekend."

"Alright, so shall we astronomize?" she nodded.

"We shall."

Things couldn't be going more perfect for Lana. It was just like old times between her and Clark. They were laughing and joking, they had finally become friends again. This was heaven for her.

By the time that they were done with Astronomy, it was already 8:30. They'd spent hours studying, and it didn't even seem like it to Lana. Perhaps this was because she was enjoying it, enjoying him, and enjoying his company.

Clark looked at the clock. "Wow, it's already 8:30."

"Yeah, and I need to go somewhere. But, help me study for Psych tomorrow?" she pleaded with her eyes.

"Yeah." he smiled as he picked up his books and opened the door. "Thanks again Lana."

"You're welco-" he closed the door, cutting her off. "You're welcome." she reiterated to the door.

Lana stood up and walked into the bathroom. She already looked good, just a change of wardrobe was in order. Walking over to Chloe's closet, she sneakily pulled out a very short, blue, jean skirt. Lana grabbed a baby blue henley tee and put it on over her tank top. Now, she was almost ready. A bit of natural makeup was applied to her face, and her hair side parted.

Lana playfully blew a kiss to herself in the mirror before walking back out to her car. "Here I come Mr. Hottie." she smiled and got into her car.

Lana noticed that Clark's car was gone as well. That's odd, where could he be going? Savannah jumped in front of her car as she pulled into the driveway at Kappa Beta Pi.

"Savannah! What the hell is the matter with you! I could've run you over!"

"Lana! Lana! Laaaaaanaaaaa!" she jumped around. Savannah was one of Lana's best friends, but she was such a lightweight. It was only 10:15 and she was already drunk off her ass. Lana got out of her car and pulled her drunken friend back up to the house. When she opened the double doors, she was greeted by a bunch of hey baby's and hi Lana's. After cordially greeting everyone, she dragged her friend up to her room and set her there, she knew that she'd be getting sick soon.

"Go downstairs Lana! Go have fuuuuuuuuuun!" Savannah said as an obnoxious burp snuck out of her mouth in rhythm with the word fun, succeeding in getting a good laugh from Lana.

"Ok, ok. Call me or something if you need me." Lana hugged her friend, who smelled of schnapps and beer.

Lana walked out of her friends room, quietly closing the door behind her, and began to scope out Mr. Hottie.

'Where is he?'

'Who?'

'MR. HOTTIE! I don't see any Mr. Hottie!'

'You already have a Mr. Hottie.'

'No I don't.'

'Gahhh... What happened to Clark?'

'I came here to not think about him.'

'Well, I think you should stick to what you know.'

'Well, I think your stupid.'

'You just insulted yourself.'

'Shut up!'

Lana's internal battle was interrupted as someone handed her a drink.

"Here beautiful." it was that greasy Jake kid.

Lana eyed the drink suspiciously. "What is this?"

"Oh, heh, it's only Mountain Dew of course."

"Really? Hold on, I always like my Mountain Dew with a beer." Lana chugged the 'Mountain Dew' and chased it with the beer.

"Like it?" his bushy, squirrel tail, eyebrows rose assumingly.

"It's great, excuse me please." Lana walked into the kitchen and poured out whatever concoction that 'Jake' had given to her. She'd always kept an empty beer bottle with her so she could just hold the suspicious drink in her mouth and then spit it back into the beer bottle. She washed out her mouth with water before returning to the party.

"Hey Chloe!" she ran over to her friend and gave her a hug. "So how are things going with Joe?" she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Perfect... I love this day!" Chloe and Lana started dancing together before walking back over to get something to drink. Chloe pulled out some bottles and began to make a drink.

"Are you playing the part of designated driver today?" Chloe asked as she hesitated.

"Nope, I'll just crash here tonight."

"Awesome!" Chloe poured Lana some of the drink and they went back out into the party.

"Yum! Roman coke!"

"Lana, it's rum and coke. Not roman coke."

"Sounds like Roman coke to me and I like that name better!" Lana smiled and started dancing a lot faster. "I think we need some more of these." she pointed to her cup. Chloe nodded and showed Lana how to make the ever so tasty 'Roman Coke'.

Before the night was over, Chloe and Lana had each had at least seven 'roman cokes' as Lana called them. They were now plastered, but still dancing. They started dancing a lot sexier and soon gathered a crowd. They were grinding against each other, succeeding in making a Lana-Chloe sandwich. Little did they know that Clark was sitting in the corner, watching.

Soon all of the onlookers were boys who egged them on. They began chanting 'Make out!'. They were too drunk to think and Lana grabbed Chloe's face, planting a big sexalicious kiss on it. When this happened Clark got up and went outside. The kiss also made the crowd substantially bigger. Lana pulled away, she and Chloe then danced for another ten minutes before Chloe passed out.

"Party's over boys!" Lana started laughing uncontrollably and fell on the floor. A few minutes later, after the crowd died down, she dragged Chloe upstairs by the shoulders and set her on Savannah's bed. She looked for Savannah, who was sitting in the bath tub. What was with her friends and bath tubs? Lana looked at herself in the mirror. She smoothed out her hair and put on some more lip gloss, which kind of smeared across her cheek due to her drunken state.

Lana stumbled down the stairs and outside to the back. The real party was going on in the back. She saw a head of dark hair and she knew it was Clark.

"Clarkie! What are yooh doing here?" she smiled.

"Hey Lana, some girl invited me. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine Clarkie, remember when I called you that after we-" Clark quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

"Lana do you want me to take you home?"

"No Clarkie, but come daaaaaaance with me!" she smiled and slightly fell forward on him. He caught her in his arms as she leaned into his chest. "I loooove you Clarkie." she muttered into his chest. Even with his 'super' hearing, he didn't understand what she said.

Suddenly she was pulled by the waist onto the dance floor. "Bye Clarkie!" she waved and started dancing with Glen. Clark smiled at her drunkenness and waved as he took a sip from his beer. Good thing that it was impossible for him to get drunk, because he'd already had about ten of them.

Clark stood there a minute longer before Lois pulled him out onto the dance floor. He didn't want to be rude so he danced with her. Soon, everyone was dancing and the deck became one, big, orgy of writhing bodies. Somehow Lana and Clark found their way to each other and began to dance.

Clark wasn't sure if he was just imagining this or not, but it seemed as though she was dancing a lot raunchier with him. Lana firmly and deliciously pressed her ass against his southern area and he silently groaned. This girl was killing him. When she got bored with that, she turned around and started heavily grinding against him. He wasn't sure if she was just drunk or not so he didn't want her to do something that she would regret in the morning.

Clark was suddenly spun around to face a very sweaty Lois. She pulled Clark to her and started grinding on him in a very 'Lana' fashion. He was just going with the flow when he felt her very blatantly grab his manhood. His eyes widened as he pushed her hand away. Unlike Lana, he didn't seem to smell any alcohol coming from Lois whatsoever. Lana pulled him back to her, which he liked a lot better and they started dancing again.

Lois huffed and pushed the drunken Lana into the deep end of the swimming pool. Clark knew that Lana wasn't a very good swimmer, especially when she was drunk. He watched as she splashed for a minute before slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool. Lois attempted to grab Clark but he pushed her off and dove in.

Clark swam to the bottom and pulled up Lana to the surface. A crowd gathered around him as he gave her mouth-to-mouth. Sighs of relief were heard all over as Lana gulped and spit up some water.

"Clarkie..." she said through heavy eyes.

Clark sighed in relief as well as he picked her soaking body up and held her close to him. People started to clear out after Lana and Clark left. He set her in the passenger side of his car.

"Clarkie?"

"What?'

"Why am I all wet?"

"You fell into the pool."

"Why are you all wet?"

"I jumped in."

"SO YOU DO STILL LOOOOOVE ME!" Lana jumped up in the car, causing him to slam on his breaks.

"Lana."

"I'm cold Clark."

"We're almost there just wait a sec." he said as he turned on the heat.

"You take such good care of me." she smiled and scooted over to him, nuzzling his shoulder with her face.

When they arrived at the dorm, Clark got out and tried to see if Lana could walk. When she face planted in the grass, he realized that walking was out of the question. He picked Lana up and carried her up to her room. The door was locked and her keys were probably at the sorority house. He sighed and took her to his dorm. Joe was nowhere to be seen, so he set her on the floor, where she passed out.

Clark walked over to his dresser and pulled out two of his shirts and a pair of shorts. Lana wasn't getting up anytime soon (or so he thought) so he began to strip right there. He was just about to take off his boxers when he felt a cold hand on his back.

"Lana!" he jumped.

"Clark..." she reached up and kissed him. She tasted of alcohol and Coca-Cola.

"Lana, stop." he pulled her away by the shoulders.

"Why?"

Clark didn't answer her as he put on his dry shirt.

"Clark, have you stopped loving me?"

"Lana you're drunk." he patted her head softly.

"No!" she pushed his hand away. "I love you Clark, I have for years."

"Lana stop... I don't want you to say something that you will regret."

"I will not regret any of this. I love you Clark, why isn't that enough?"

"Lana, go into the bathroom and put this on." he handed her a flannel shirt.

"Fine." she reached up and kissed him softly, lingering on his bottom lip. He knew that she was drunk, but he couldn't help himself. She finally pulled away and walked into the bathroom. Clark heard a rather loud thud and had to follow in after her.

Lana was laying on the floor, he shook his head at her. She had barely gotten her shirt off, when she'd passed out. He pulled her to him and kissed the top of her head.

Clark pulled off her shirt the rest of the way and now she was in a tank top. He slowly pulled her skirt down, he noted her red thong as he slipped the big shirt over her. It fit her like a dress, reminding him of how big he was. It wasn't like he'd never seen her naked before, and besides better him than that Jake character. Clark reached under the shirt and slipped off her tank top. Picking her up, he slowly lowered her to his bed.

Then Clark remembered that he was still wearing wet pants and changed them. Finally, he'd settled on the floor when Lana stirred.

"Hmmm... Clark?" she groaned

"What?" his head peeked up from the floor. Her eyes were barely even open.

"I don't feel good."

"What do you want?"

Lana stood up and sat on the floor next to him, or rather in his lap. She turned around to straddle him and he could feel the skin of her bare ass cheeks on his legs. "You."