Inevitability by Electric Spyro

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The school day was finally over and Clark was definitely ready to leave as soon as possible. The two kids that had been bugging him at lunch kept at it for the rest of the day. Clark was forced to keep his notebook locked safely in his locker until school let out for fear of them stealing it again causing Clark to do something he may regret. If only they knew how powerful he was. If only he could throw just one car or shoot just one ray of heat their way....but no. Not only would his parents ground him till his 12989th birthday, but he'd also get locked up and taken away from his family. All these thoughts turned out to seem very uncomforting to Clark as he exited the school.

As he reached the steps out of the building, he felt a sharp shove from behind. Unprepared for the impact, Clark fell down the remaining stairs on his knees. It didn't hurt in the slightest, but his drawings and books sprayed out everywhere on the ground. He looked behind him, searching for the person who had done it, but no one spoke up. He sighed feeling like the stupidest person on the face of the Earth and started collecting his things. As he reached for the last of his papers, Clark noticed someone bending down to pick up one of the drawings. He looked up from his place on the ground and realized it was Lana.

"Wow," Lana exclaimed looking at the picture. "This is.......really good."

"Thanks," Clark said modestly as he slowly stood stuffing everything back into his bag. He noticed she was looking at the picture of his mother. "I-i-it's just a hobby. I'm not very good..."

"Are you kidding?" Lana asked handing him back the picture. "That picture is amazing! You should join the art club or something."

"No, I don't think so," Clark protested zipping up his bookbag as a lock of his dark hair fell into his eyes.

"Do you draw often?" Lana wondered glad that she finally had something to talk to him about.

"When I'm bored...and depressed...and creative..." Clark laughed a little. "Yeah, I guess I do draw often."

Lana noticed he was walking away from the parking lot. "Don't you have a car?"

"No, I usually run - home." Clark realized how odd that sounded.

"Run? How far away do you live?"

"Well, actually I...I catch the bus downtown," Clark lied hoping she would believe it.

"Oh, well I could give you a ride," Lana offered jiggling her car keys and smiling.

"No, I live on a farm on the edge of town. You would be going out of your way," Clark said. Why wouldn't she leave him alone? He didn't want any friends.

"I live on the edge of town, too. I'm sure you don't live more then a mile or two away from me." Lana began to walk to her car as she added, "Come on."

Clark sighed defeatedly and slowly followed her. 'Okay, just a ride. After today, don't talk to her,' Clark told himself. But another part of them felt different. It seemed to like this girl. What was the harm in having just one friend?

Lana's car pulled into the rough dirt driveway of the Kent farm and Clark was already grabbing the handle of his door. Lana wished he wasn't so eager to leave, but she wasn't sure why. She'd met tons of guys in her life - sensitive, rough, sweet, dumb - but there was something else about Clark....it was so...captivating.

"Thanks for the ride," Clark said a millisecond after the car stopped. He opened his car door quickly.

"Wait, Clark," Lana exclaimed just before he shut the door behind himself, "I would love to see some more of your artwork."

"Maybe tomorrow," Clark stated unconvincingly.

"Oh," Lana retorted. She sounded almost hurt, "I guess I'll see you then."

"Yeah," Clark said looking down at the ground. Part of him was shouting, 'Shut the door and leave!', but the other was pulsing through him urging him to let her stay. "But...um...well, I have a few sketch books in my loft. You could see them now if you want..."

Lana smiled happily and joined Clark in heading for the loft.

"It's kind of a mess. I wasn't planning on company." Clark climbed the creaky stairs shortly followed by Lana.

"I like it. It's comfy and layed back. You must spend hours up here," Lana guessed as she sat down on a broken-in couch next to the drawer that Clark was now searching.

"Almost everyday," Clark confirmed as he pulled out a few black-covered books from the drawer and then shut it. He walked over to the couch and sat down next to Lana making sure he didn't sit too close. He handed her one of the books reluctantly.

She opened it and felt like she was thrust into a beautiful world of amazement. Sketches of everything from people and buildings to dragons and sea monsters met her eyes. She turned the pages awed by the beauty they captured. The shadows and colors created the illusion that the picture was jumping right out of the page.

"I was homeschooled most of my life because..." Clark didn't want to say that he was afraid of people finding out his secret. "...because my parents thought it would be better for me. So I spent days up here by myself just...drawing things."

Lana was speechless. She'd only seen sketches like this in her art books and history books at school. Clark had an amazing gift and he was a master at it. "Clark, this...how did you learn how to draw like this?"

"I looked at drawings that other people made and studied their techniques. These sketch books are basically the results of years of practice." Clark sat in a few moments of silence before scrunching his face up and asking, "Do you really think they're that good?"

"Yes!" Lana answered immediately after Clark had asked. Clark smiled a little. She realized that, since he never talked to anybody, no one else had seen his work. 'He sits here for hours creating these things, but he never gets any praise for it,' Lana thought sympathetically. "I'm being extremely serious, Clark. You're like a young Michelangelo!"

Clark laughed modestly. He wasn't use to anyone giving him recognition for anything he did, with the exception of his parents. But they were his parents - they had to feel that way. Not Lana. She could think and say whatever see wanted. And she had just honestly told him how great his sketches were.

Lana smiled realizing how much better Clark felt. She was glad it was her that made him feel that way. Suddenly she felt something too. A feeling like...like she was starting to fall for him. No, that couldn't be right. She'd only found out his name earlier that morning. He'd only been at her school for four days. How could she feel that feeling now?

Clark was equally confused. He was slowly slipping away from his plan to go through school alone. If kids at school were like Lana, then why try to stop them from seeing him and what he could do?

"I guess I should get going now. My aunt is probably on the verge of calling in a missing child report to the police," Lana joked to break the silence. She stood and Clark stood with her.

"Thanks for everything," Clark said truthfully to her. "I mean it. I never showed my pictures to anyone before. I'm glad it was you who saw them first."

Lana found herself getting lost in his soft, mysterious eyes and quickly put on a sweet smile. "Yeah, I hope to see more of them."

"Oh, I'll definitely be drawing more. I love feeling the freedom I have when I draw," Clark admited promisingly. "It's like your channeling all the craziness and frustration in your life into something great and satisfying."

"It must be nice," Lana said trying to imagine the freedom. It sounded so wonderful. Freedom was something everyone wished for especially if they were a stressed teen in Smallville.

"I could teach you," Clark suddenly said hopefully. "I mean, I've never taught anyone before, but I could try."

Lana felt as if she'd just been asked if she'd like to fly or sail to the moon. "That sounds really cool. I'd love to learn." Lana then remembered why she had stood up. "I have to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll see ya." This time he meant what he said - he would she her again.

She descended down the stairs still feeling that weird feeling inside. 'I'm not falling for him. He's nice and talented....and cute....but I'm NOT falling for him,' Lana told herself. She got into her car and noticed Clark standing in the doorway of the barn looking at her. She waved as she backed out and he returned the gesture. She then turned the wheel and drove off down the road to her house.

Clark sighed feeling a smile creep across his lips that he couldn't stop from coming.

"Who was that?"

Clark turned startled to see his father standing next to him wearing dirty gloves and leaning against a rake. "Her name's Lana. She was just giving me a ride home." Mr. Kent smiled knowing full well that Clark never needed a ride home. "She offered, so I couldn't very well tell her no without feeling like an idiot."

"Then why did I see her coming out of the loft? Did she offer to walk you inside, too?" Mr. Kent asked jokingly.

Clark felt his cheeks turn pink and the smile crawl into his mouth again. "We were just talking, Dad."

"Well, you think you can stop daydreaming about her long enough to help me rake the leaves and feed the chickens?" Mr. Kent asked recognizing Clark's actions as the same things he used to do when he was seventeen and had just talked with an attractive girl.

Clark looked slightly embarassed as he went back into the barn to grab a rake for himself.

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