"Your dirty little secret is that bad? The only thing that would make me run away from you is if you're gay." Lana began laughing hysterically as she waited for Clark to laugh along with her. "You're not right?"

"Lana of course not!" Clark's cheeks began to turn a bright red as he sunk into his chair. She wasn't even taking this seriously. "I think that we should also try to keep the alcohol to a minimum for you."

"Cross my heart, none at all." Lana's exterior was excited and happy, albeit she was a wreck inside. She was so nervous about tonight that she was contemplating jumping out the door. The highway looked way more inviting right now than knowing what Clark had been keeping from her all these years. She knew that he was different from his display of super speed, but how different? Was he like this just from the meteor rocks? And what was up with him hating her choker the other day?

Clark noticed Lana's sudden silence and he put his hand on her forearm. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I was just wondering." Lana took a deep breath and then continued. "You know the other day in the pool?" All of the color ran from Clark's face as he prepared himself for her question. "Well, first of all I want you to know that I was not freaked out at all, just startled ok?" Lana lightly touched the side of his face as she half-lied to him. Lana was a little bit freaked out, she was a little more than freaked out but this was Clark and she loved him. Whatever was up, she'd learn to live with it. "Ok so anyway, I just wanted to know...are there other things that you can do?" Lana squeaked out almost as fast as Clark.

"Actually, I think that I should maybe explain that later because this is all going to be really confusing if I start from there."

"Ok so just one more pre-stage question," Lana paused and waited for Clark's approval. He swiftly nodded and she took in a breath to continue. "You know all of those time when you had to leave one of our dates or remember when you had to miss my birthday? Did that have anything to with what you are about to tell me tonight?" Lana was doubtful, she was almost positive that the answer would be 'no', but she had to ask or else it would always be sitting there in the back of her mind eventually eating her up.

"Yes," Clark almost whispered as he raked a hand through his hair. "All of it, I would never deliberately miss your birthday Lana." Things became awkward between the couple as they desperately waited to get out of the vehicle, only to be confined to the same quarters yet again.

After a few more agonizing minutes in the limousine, they'd finally reached the restaurant. The driver walked around to the back to open the door for them and offer his hand to help Lana out. Lana noted his out of place manners and when the driver walked away she whispered to Clark, "he must be trying to compensate for his crazy driving." Clark swallowed back a chuckle and he reluctantly offered his arm up to his 'date'.

Lana wasn't nearly as excited as Clark was to be at this restaurant. It was a really up-scale place and they were seated immediately. They had their own private table in a private room. Lana rolled her eyes as Clark drooled over their surroundings, all compliments of Savannah's dad.

The date had been going well as far as Clark was concerned. Lana hadn't said anything about 'it' and he most certainly wasn't going through. So far they'd spent the whole evening joking and talking about high school. No mention of any secrets here. They'd gotten through their first two courses which were bread and what Clark called 'some weird cold soup'. Now, as they waited for their main course to come, Clark was beginning to feel the heat. Maybe it was the look on Lana's face or the sudden silence between them. Clark cleared his throat and took a drink of water, hoping to make some kind of noise. Lana looked at though she was having an internal battle and who was he to interrupt that?

'Say something right now. Look at her she's bored!'

'No she's not bored...she's uh...she's thinking! I can't interrupt her thoughts, that's rude.'

'Say something you coward. You need to talk about this or else nothing will ever get solved.'

'Ok Dr. Phil...'

'Clock's a tickin' Clark...Say something and now!'

Without much thought, Clark cleared his throat again and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Uh how's your food Lana?" Clark mentally smacked himself as he thought about what he'd just said.

'What the hell is wrong with you? Dumbass the food didn't come yet!'

"I'd tell you, if I had it." Lana began to laugh and Clark started doing his really loud nervous laugh and it didn't go unnoticed by Lana. "Uh Clark, are you ok?" Lana asked as she began to take a napkin from the table and wring it.

"Of course I am, why?" Clark loosened his collar and swallowed deeply before she answered.

"Well, you're acting nervous." Lana pulled a piece of loose hair behind her ear and then continued, "and I think I know why. Are you scared that I'm going to look at you differently?" Lana held his hand from across the table as she looked at him with concern. "You're still Clark and some stupid meteor rock will never change that."

"You didn't exactly have the best reaction the other day."

"I was startled. I told you this already," Lana's eyebrows furrowed in thought. "You just caught me off guard," Lana whispered the last sentence just as the maitre d arrived with an assistant and their food.

"Here you are Mademoiselle," the waiter said as he placed Lana's food in front of her. "Monsieur," he addressed Clark and then the dynamic duo of waiters made their exit. Lana and Clark both peeked out and around the corner to make sure that they were officially gone before continuing their conversation.

"Lana, this is hard for me." Clark took a drink of his water and glared at his untouched food. He wasn't really ready to tell her, but she needed some sort of explanation. Sure, right now she probably thought that the meteor rocks made him that way. He wished it was that easy.

"It's hard for you to trust me?" Lana stabbed at her fillet mignon. She couldn't look Clark in the eyes. It was too personal right now. "Why is it so hard for you to trust people Clark?" Lana felt that familiar sting in her eyes, tears? Why was she crying? This really made no sense. Lana fake coughed in an attempt to clear her head.

"It's the way I was raised, Lana." Clark still didn't look at her, which was fine with her since the white ceiling had suddenly become so interesting in her eyes. "I've only done this once," Clark immediately regretted what he'd said and gulped to prepare himself for Lana's onslaught.

"With who?" Lana crossed her arms in front of her chest and raised her eyebrows. "Who else did you tell Clark?" Lana sat back in her chair and held her legs tightly together beneath the table.

"Chloe, but I only-" Clark was interrupted by a very livid Lana.

"You told Chloe!" Lana shouted as she threw her hands into the air. "You told Chloe..."she reiterated as she shook her head. "Clark, how could you tell her and not me?" Lana clasped her hands tightly together, squeezing them to outlet her anger. "I was your girlfriend for how long and you tell Chloe. She was a damned reporter for the torch no less!"

"I had no choice, she found out on her own and-"

"Kinda like me right?" Lana gave him a hard stare, her voice laced with sarcasm. "She found out by mistake because Clark got a little bit careless one day."

"No, it was Alicia-" Clark was interrupted yet again. This conversation was proving to be most difficult on his end. He couldn't even get a full sentence in to defend himself.

"Alicia Baker?" Lana shook her head in disbelief. "You told that psycho too?" Lana leaned forward so that she could be closer to Clark. "You lied then."