A/N: Okay, I just thought I'd add after the rude review (It wasn't a flame…which would have been nice…but that's okay), that I have only seen four episodes, (For those who've read Clex Theory, that's right! I've seen another, and when my Aunt comes home next weekend I will hopefully see two more! –Side note; I did! I watched Stray, and the new one, where he turns people to ashes!), so don't blame me for wrong names…I've put "Sam" In my other story…How do you know he wasn't another character? Maybe I don't like Pete, and think He's full of himself (I do kind of like in Leech, after the basketball game…), but anyway, I'm going to shut up, and start writing again. BTW, I don't own any of the books listed in this chapter…I don't remember who does…'sept for Chris Lynch. He owns Slot Machine.

Chapter Two.

"The library?" Clark asked, looking at Pete.

"Yea. It's the only place Chloe won't think of to look for us."

"Remind me again why we're hiding from her? She seemed nice." Arza ran her hands along the bookshelf to her right, although careful not to touch any of the book titles.

"Looking for a good read?" Clark asked, pulling out a random book from the shelf, "Oh…I remember reading this. It was quite stupid actually."

Arza giggled, looking at the novel, Hard Love, which she had read also, "I liked it. My question is, why did you read it? I'd think you were more of a…Slot Machine type." She pulled the book from the shelf.

Clark wrinkled his nose at the book, "I'm not good at sports."

"Not true…" Pete broke between the two of them, "You play basketball pretty well when your not so uptight about it."

Clark sighed, and placed Hard Love back on the shelf, "That was a one time deal."

"Oh! Do you want your history notes back?" Arza reached into her shoulder bag to get the ragged notebook.

"Your finished with it?"

"Yea. I had a study hall last hour." She handed it to him, "I see you like to stray a lot from Mr. Hiroshima's lessons."

Clark smiled, "It's not my fault the man is boring."

"Okay, so you two stay here and flirt, I'm going to go finish lunch, and tell Chloe you guys got side tracked."

"Later Pete." Clark smiled, looking down at his notebook.

They heard the door shut quietly behind them.

"So, what do you recommend?" Arza asked, looking at the books again.

"I wouldn't know. I don't read much. At least books from here. I probably read them all my freshman year."

Arza replied breezily, "I know how that goes."

"Would you like a little tour of Smallville? I mean get reacquainted with the place?" Clark asked, looking at her, wondering why it was so hard for him to ask her to take her on a tour.

She looked at him, from glancing at the books, "Sure." She shrugged, "How about tomorrow after school?"

"I'll check with my folks, but that should be fine."

"Okay. I'll see you then." She turned away as the bell rang.

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The next day, the two strolled along Smallville, Clark pointing out various stores, or ex-stores, and spots around Smallville as Arza listened, stirring the slushy she'd bought with her straw-spoon.

"Isn't there an old flower shop around here, connected to a movie theater?"

"Oh. Yea. It's moved across town, to a smaller shop. Lana Lang's aunt owned it. Now it's a bookstore, and coffee shop."

"Oh, that's nice." She tossed the near empty cup into a near by trashcan.

"That still had slush in it."

"Yea, but that's like fifty percent backwash, Clark."

"No it's not."

"Believe what you will, but it was."

"Bull."

"I believe you were pointing out some sites of the town…" Arza pulled a pair of gloves out of her jacket pocket.

"Where do you live?" Clark asked, looking down at her.

"A few blocks over." She nodded in the direction of her new house.

"Would you like me to walk you home? I told my Mom I'd be home by six." Clark smiled.

"Yea. Sure. I'd like that." She smiled.

"So, how do you like Smallville so far?"

"It's okay. It's small, and I'm used to having more to do. I guess it's all right though." She pulled her gloves on.

"Oh." Clark shoved his hands on his pockets, "Um…Do you want to go out sometime? Go see a movie or something?"

"Sure, Clark. I'd like that." Arza smiled.

It was silent, until Arza stopped in front of a large, looming, white house that was in bad need of a paint job. "Here it is."

"You live here?"

"I know it's not much." She shrugged, "It's nice on the inside. We're going to do some remodeling and painting this summer." Arza looked up at the building, "Would you like to come in?"

"Maybe some other time. I really better get back home."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Clark." She opened the gate, and slipped inside.

"Tomorrow." He nodded, smiling.