"So Lana…" Stacy leans over the table towards me "…spill. Did you and Clark have a private pre-party?"

She never quits…

I laugh and look down, as the rest of the girls lean forward, their interests peaked. So when I look up I see all of them anxiously awaiting my answer.

Jesus…is my life really that interesting?

I start laughing in disbelief, "No…no we just came here." I look at all of them still staring at me, unsatisfied. "We did." I say trying to sound convincing. I look over at Stacy, who rolls her eyes and says "Sure."

"You guys!" I say and widen my eyes, trying to sound annoyed.

Deep down….I love this. I love that they don't believe me.

Stacy looks at me for a moment and then says defeated, "Alright… let's give Lana some space, I mean if she doesn't want to tell us, she doesn't have to." She leans back in her chair and the other girls follow.

I guess if you haven't picked up on it yet, Stacy is like the leader of the group. She's one of those people that is so alive, and full of energy, that people are just attracted to her. They just want to be around her.

"Believe me…" I laugh, "…there's nothing to tell." I'm assuming they take my word for it because they all go back to discussing other issues. I lean back in my chair as well, and watch them. Listen to them. I then, from our side table, glance around the gym. Everyone is dancing. Well actually girls are dancing, and most of the guys are on the sides of the gym.

I don't understand why boys don't dance. Seriously what is so bad about it? The only guys who dance are the brave ones. The class clowns, the out going ones, or the gay ones.

I continue to glance around when I catch his eyes. I see him in a group of guys by the drink section. He's staring at me, and it seems he's been doing so for awhile. I guess I knew it too. You know what I mean, like when you can just feel someone's attention focused on you.

He glances down and laughs slightly; knowing he's been caught. But he quickly looks back at me, a silly crooked smile forming on his face. As we silently communicate with the other, I realize that we've been here for already half of the dance, and haven't even danced yet. When we arrived here, so did Stacy's party. I know, we should've arrived here first, but we just kept talking and talking, that Clark kept driving and driving. It was great. Just going anywhere, no direction or destination, and getting lost in time. So when we finally took the route to the school, we arrived right on time, and of course collided with everyone from Stacy's. The guys naturally grabbed Clark, and did whatever guys do. Meanwhile the girls flocked to me, and of course asked the same line of questioning as before.

It's so strange how people, who are sometimes strangers, can be so interested in your life. I mean seriously, do they really want to know. Most times when someone asks how are you, they don't even care for the answer, or wait for the answer before they're talking about themselves. I think people sometimes show interest in you, so they can shift the conversation towards themselves.

Anyway, back to the dance. I felt like I was in sixth grade again. Where there was this imaginary line drawn between the girls and boys. For most of the dance, the boys switched their positions from sitting on the top bleacher, to crowding the food and drink table. And then there were us girls, who would sit at this one table for most of the time. Talk about boring. These girls didn't want to dance, they didn't want to mingle. They were content just sitting down. What's the point of going to a dance if you're going to sit around the whole time? I mean I've never been to one before, but this is not what I had in mind.

What I realized about the most popular girls in school, with the exception of Stacey, is that they're all scared. They're all scared to be themselves, to do what they want. But don't get me wrong. They are nice girls, who are extremely friendly towards me, and I like hanging out with them. I just feel bad for them. I feel bad that they feel they have to fill this mold of a person in order to…I don't know…keep the friends they have. And I wish they would just let it all down, this façade they put up, and be who they are.

So now here I am, at a dance that I would have never had gone to. Surrounded by girls I never imagined I would be talking to. And lastly my eyes locked with a guy, I never thought would even toss a general glance in my direction. And now as he starts walking towards me, his face intense and direct, I realize the irony of the moment. The irony of my life now. It is a complete opposite of what it once was. And I'm happy. For once in my life, I am truly happy. And I only feel myself becoming happier, with every step he takes.

But suddenly, I feel my stomach drop, and I literally feel weak. My hands are shaking. I don't know why. I mean I haven't felt like this since before. Before everything that happened. I haven't once been nervous around him since that day. And now all of a sudden I don't even know if I'll be able to speak. It's just his face, it's not the usual goofy, friendly Clark Kent. No…his face and body is now…intense. It's full of passion and it seems to have a goal. And as he almost reaches me, I know mine is the same. Everything around me is a blur, except the song "Crash Into Me" and him.

We don't even speak as he offers me his hand, and when we reach the middle of the dance floor we still don't say anything. There's no need for words, because we both already know. We know this is where we wanted to be the whole night. This is where we've wanted to be the whole time, not just tonight. I wrap my arms around his neck, as I place my chin in the crook of his shoulder and neck. I feel him tighten his grip around my waist, his head resting on my bare shoulder. The feeling of his warm skin, sends chills throughout my body. We suddenly begin to pull away slightly, so our cheeks are touching. Instinctively, I move my hand to his neck, and gently run my hands through the hair at the bottom of it. Realizing it's ok to roam, he moves one hand slightly down so it rests on the small of my back. I feel him starting to pull away and I know what's coming. I know it's only a matter of seconds. His face leaves mine, and I feel my cheek becoming cool from being exposed to the air. But it's not for long, as he places his hand on my face. He softly caresses my cheek and neck, and I close my eyes, in anticipation.

I've only been kissed one other time. It was in seventh grade, at Jack Thomas's birthday party. His name was Brian, but I guess it doesn't really count since the bottle was pointing at me.

So this would technically be my first kiss…and strangely, I'm not nervous at all.

I begin to lean forward when his voice stops me. "Hey…I want to talk to you about something."

You wanna talk?

I quickly open my eyes, and see him looking affectionately at me.

Ok…now I'm confused.

It takes me a minute to snap out of my direction of passion, but finally I focus on conversation. "Ok…" I look at him, still slightly confused. He moves his hand up and brushes some of my loose hairs behind my ear, and tucks his hand behind it. "Lana…I…I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me." I feel my face form a surprised smile, but I reply, "You mean a lot to me too." He moves his hand to join his other one around my waist again, and continues, "It's just when I'm with you…it's like I don't know…I can be me…or something." Seeing he wants to continue, but doesn't know if he should, I nod at him, so he begins again, "There's just…something…about you…That I've always wanted to be around. I've always wanted to be around….you. And I guess I've always felt it."

Wait what…

I look at him confused, and he continues, "Lana…I…I've watched you since we were little kids. I've watched you for the past two years. And all this time, I've always wondered what you were like, because you were different from everyone else." He sees my face fall, and quickly interjects, "No…no it's not a bad thing. I saw something...better in you. I can't explain it…I guess the best I can do is I saw goodness in you. I saw love and care. And…." He stops and closes his eyes, "…I wanted to be apart of it. Apart your life. I wanted and WANT to be apart of…" He opens his eyes and looks deeply at me, "you."

Oh no…not those tears again…

"Clark…" Is all I can manage as I feel my voice cracking. He moves his hand up to cup my face again, "And now that I get to share my secret with a person like you…it's almost too perfect. Everyday is better then the last because you're becoming more and more apart of my life. Everyday you become more and more important to me. Everyday I feel myself falling more and more in love with you." He pauses for a moment and I'm speechless. I'm paralyzed. I have to keep blinking to make sure I'm not dreaming. I have to keep breathing to make sure I'm still alive.

"And everyday I thank God for sending me someone like you. Someone who's not only changed my life but…who's made it amazing. Lana the day I told you everything…is the day I came to life"

His eyes are sincere and yet so passionate all at once. He moves his other hand to rest on my other cheek. I feel him wipe away a tear that I didn't even know was there. He takes a step forward, and places his face inches from mine and for once I don't have a thought in my head. I'm not thinking, I'm acting. I move my hand to sit on the side of his neck, and bravely place my lips on his. I slowly pull away and look at him. He has his eyes closed and he rests his forehead on mine. This time he makes the first move, as his lips surround my top one. Our mouths mold together and I never knew this expression to be true, but our lips actually dance. It's the most strange, but best feeling I've ever had. The way his lips form to mine. Suddenly he slips his tongue into my mouth. I'm not sure what to do, but my tongue does, as it starts to softly play with his. I tighten my grip around his neck, as I realize that everything I've always wished for is happening.

He pulls away from me and with his thumb, brushes away another tear from below my eye.

Again! I'm like a faucet over here.

His face forms a small smile as he moves his hands to wrap around my lower body again and pulls me closer to him. He moves his head to rest on my shoulder again, but this time it's different. This time he's holding on to me. His body leaned over, hugging on to me. His grip is firm, and strong, as we barely move to the music. I close my eyes, and try to take a picture of this moment in my mind. As if it were possible, I wrap my arms around his neck more. I tightly hold onto this moment. Savoring it, not wanting to lose it.

I open my eyes, for a brief moment, and by chance, get a glimpse of something over his shoulder. I see Cat. She's sitting with three other girls, and she looks like she's happy. She's laughing, and excited. And as I watch her sit among these other girls, I realize she's moved on. She's living her life again. She's not caring about me anymore. She's let go. And now I realize that I have too.

Maybe I wasn't supposed to make things right with her, but actually choose. Not between her and a guy. But choose which path I wanted to go on. Take the safe route, where she was my best friend, and continue the life I knew. Or take the other path. The unknown one, and slightly scary one. The one where I would make sacrifices, and face challenges. The one where I would grow.

Maybe some of you will disagree with this choice I made. Some of you might call me selfish, and mean. Some of you won't understand why I find justice in the decision I've made.

Cat looks out to the dance floor and catches my eyes. The girls around her continue to talk, as she stares at me, her face indifferent.

And who knows, maybe you're right.

Suddenly her eyes soften, and a small smile appears on her face. She gives me a look, which says everything. I understand everything in that look. Although we're not like we were before, and we've grown apart, it's ok. One day maybe we'll go back to the friends we once were. Or we might not. But either way we're going to be ok.

She continues to slightly smile at me, until one of her friends says something to her, causing her to look over at them. I watch her come back to their conversation, and her face break into laughter. I watch her live a new life, in which she is happy in. I watch her and realize she is ok, she is happy.

And as I feel Clark move his hand to gently caress my back, I realize that I'm ok. I'm happy. I'm living a life in which every day is going to be different. Everyday is going to be new.

And I can't wait to see what happens next.