A/N: Lex is horribly out of character just so you know.

Clark gently rubbed his neck. He had received an unwanted cramp due to slouching in front of his laptop. To his relief, the power had come back on a few hours earlier and he had been researching for his article ever since. He had to admit that he did feel like somewhat of a pansy, what kind of guy writes about baby pandas, really? Deciding that he had earned a drink, he got up and opened the fridge.

'Damn' there was nothing in the fridge because he had put off grocery shopping.

Clark sauntered into his bedroom and leisurely grabbed a pair of his many shoes to go to the store. When he opened the door, he immediately thought of Lana. He couldn't help but stand there for a second, hoping that she would suddenly burst through that door. As weird as she was, Clark had to admit that he sort of liked all of her quirky qualities and he wondered about her whereabouts. Hesitation and reluctancy overcame him. Finally, he decided that he had to know if she was home, so he walked up to her door and was about to knock. He held his hand in mid-air and was about to walk away, but he couldn't resist. He firmly and soundly pressed his ear against her door and listened for any activity.

There was none and a moment later he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. He figured that it was probably just that crazy, old lady again so he ignored them. Suddenly the person stopped directly behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He was shocked to see a confused Lana. His eyebrows went off like fireworks as he jumped but then quickly tried to regain his composure, as if he had ever had any.

"Umm, what are you doing Kent?" Lana crossed her arms in front of him. There was no way that he could lie his way out of this one. She had caught him red handed and he decided that it was best to just fess up.

"I was just wondering if you were there or not." he looked at his feet. He did his best to hide his pink cheeks. He hated it when he blushed because he felt so girly. Guys weren't supposed to blush, 'blush' wasn't a word to describe guys it was something that girls put on their cheeks. All these thoughts only made him blush even more.

"Well I am now." she raised her eyebrow in a questioning manner. "Well if you wouldn't mind I'd like to get into my apartment now." she huffed at him while uncrossing her arms and placing one on her hip, twirling her keys in the other.

"Oh, right." he moved away from her door. He watched as she walked in and softly closed the door behind her. He could hear her lock the door and walk away.

This girl was an enigma and it drove Clark insane. One minute she was practically grinding on him and the next she avoided him as if he was a rotten potato. Then he thought about potatoes and started thinking about her joke which made him think of her again. He had to get this chick out of his head.

Clark continued walking down the hall and out of the building. He hailed a taxi and went off to The Daily Planet just to check in and see how things were going. He walked into the head reporters office.

"Kent." Clark perked up as she called his name. "Good that you're here. Have you by chance finished that article early?"

"No, sorry Ms. Lane, it's just that our building lost power and my computer was dead."

"Good," Clark was surprised at her statement and eagerly waited for her to continue, "because I decided to scrap the baby panda article. Who wants to hear about something stupid like that? And I've decided to give you your first interview." Clark smiled immediately.

"Thank you, who am I interviewing?" he inquired eagerly.

"I can't remember his name but it will be interesting no doubt. I'll have my secretary email you with all of the details, including your meeting with him."

"Thanks Ms. Lane, for holding off on the baby panda article. That was almost like slow tor-"

"On second thought, the housewives of Metropolis would probably be interested in the baby pandas so I change my mind. Your article is still due on Monday. So, you can just get the info about the interview then. And please call me Lois." she took an exaggerated sip of her coffee.

Clark's eyes dropped, "but I thought you said that you were going to have your secretary emai-"

"Forget those instructions, I just gave you a set of new ones. You're my intern, I can do that ya know." Lois winked. Clark discreetly rolled his eyes and trudged out of The Daily Planet. His pocket started to vibrate and and he picked up his phone.

"Hello?"

"Clark, how's the internship?"

"Oh hey Lex, it's... well it's an internship, enough said." Lex chuckled at this.

"So how do you like Met U?"

"It's pretty good, well from what I saw on Friday it is."

"What classes did you take? Well, scratch that, we'll get to the class business later. How are the parties and the chicks?"

"Well I don't live in the dorms so I wouldn't know, but you already knew that and the chicks are hot. So yeah, I took journalism, duh, psychology, spanish, american literature, and biology. I figure that if the journalism falls through then at least I took good classes."

"So you got your plate full. Got your eye on any girls yet?" Clark smiled as he walked to the store. He figured that since he was already on the phone why not walk?

"Well not really, but there is this chick that lives across the hall from me. She's pretty hot too, just a little bit weird."

"Is she some kind of psycho or something?"

"I don't think so, but she sure does have some crazy mood swings. One second she's practically riding me and the next she can't stand me and the strange part is that I just met her." he said as he put some milk into his cart along with his favorite cereal, Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"Ah, typical playing hard to get. What's this psychos name?"

"Lana, don't call her a psycho, she's not a psycho." he grabbed some ramen noodles and stuffed them in the cart. After all they were a college students must have.

"Whoa, get all defensive. So I have to ask, did you bang her yet?"

"What?" Clark's phone began to get staticy.

"Did you bang her, you know, do the dirty deed."

"No."

"What? Why? It can't be true, playboy Kent, my partner in crime, has finally met a chick that he doesn't want to bang." Lex sounded stunned.

"I don't know."

"She turned you down didn't she?"

"No, she was practically raping me." Lex chuckled.

"Then what happened? Does she have stds or something?"

"No, I don't know, I just didn't want to." he then grabbed some blue gatorade.

"Well why not? She must be fat then."

"No, not at all. I don't know."

"Well, what did she say when you turned her down? How did you do it?"

"I just gave her some bullshit excuse about how I didn't sleep with people that I just met."

"That's the biggest lie I ever heard too. She bought it? Well seriously now, why didn't you just bang her?"

"I guess that I wanted to know who she is. I know that if I would've fucked her then, I probably would have ignored her after that, like always. But she's ignoring me now so I suppose that I should've done it."

"Who is this guy and where's Clark Kent?" Clark smiled.

"I don't know, I really wish that you'd tell me."

"Well I do have one piece of advice. If this chick wants to play the hot-cold card then do it right back and the next time that the opportunity to bang her appears, do it."

"I plan to, oh yeah I plan to. But the thing is that I don't want to hurt her."

"I'm shocked, this is a first. When have you ever cared about, 'their feelings'?" he said the last part in a whiney, girly voice.

"Shutup, I don't know. But trust this, next time its there, I will be hittin that."

"There we go, ladies and gentlemen we have found the real Clark Kent." Lex laughed along with Clark and they both hung up the phone.

A/N: so how's that for a plot twist... Please give me feedback... I LIVE FOR IT.