Inevitability by Electric Spyro

A.n. hey people! thanx for the reviews! this chapter's a little short, but the next one will be longer ;o)

C.K.7980 - nope, whitney isn't in this fic. i just left like givin him a rest this time :oP

enjoy!

The next day was a little better for Clark. Instead of waking up dreading what might happen at school, he was happy that he was going to meet Lana there. He decided to leave home early so he could walk past her house. He'd discovered while randomly looking through his telescope last night that she lived in the nearest house to him which was close enough for to see through the lens, but far enough to where it would take a good twenty minutes to reach other.

'Why are you doing this? Don't walk by her house. It'll look suspicous and she'll wonder why your walking to school,' Clark heard in his head. He answered silently, 'So? Who cares? I'd rather look suspicous and see her now then go to school and wait until fourth hour till I can talk to her.' Clark couldn't believe that he was doing this, but Lana wasn't like any other girl he'd seen. She actually wanted to talk to him. She wanted to spend time with him.

Lana pulled her hair back into a ponytail and looked in the mirror to examine herself. 'I wonder if Clark was actually serious about teaching me how to draw, or if he'll even talk to me again. He's so hard to understand...but he's so understanding.'

Lana shook herself out of her thoughts. What was she thinking? She had only just met this guy and already she was aimlessly thinking about him as if he was her long-time crush that she could never have. 'Just shut up, Lana. You'll just end up embarassing yourself.'

She grabbed her things for school and opened the front door only to see Clark walking slowly down the road kicking a pine cone in front of him with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Clark?"

He looked up surprised and then smiled. "Hey Lana."

"You're walking to school?" She wondered meeting him halfway down her driveway.

"Um...actually I - er - I got up late today....and missed the bus," Clark explained with slight difficulty. "Do you think you could give me a lift?"

"Sure. Get in."

Clark opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. Lana joined him on the other side and started the engine.

"So, are you ready for that quiz in algebra?" Lana asked trying to end the awkward silence.

"Oh yeah. I think I'll do pretty good on it."

"I stayed up all last night studying," Lana admited laughing a little.

"Really? I never study," Clark said as they drove down the road. "Math is my best subject."

"You're kidding, right?"

Clark looked over at her. She was staring at him with a strange questionable look on her face. He didn't like it. She was looking at him like everyone else did - a nerd. "Well, I-I guess n-not always."

"No, sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like that," Lana apologized realizing how uncomfortable she had made him feel. "I guess you're just a perfectionist at everything you do, huh?"

"Just kinda comes natural," Clark admited shrugging.

"That's what I don't understand," Lana said with interest. "You have else amazing talents, but you don't use them to help anyone. Why not?"

"Well, I'm helping you still, aren't I?" Clark asked looking over at her with hopeful eyes.

Lana smiled inspite of herself. "Yeah, I was thinking you could teach me draw during study hall?"

"Yeah, sure. I wouldn't want to spend fourth hour any other way," Clark confirmed with a sweet grin that showed all his dazzling teeth.

'Wait...' Lana thought in her mind curiously. 'That smile looks really...familiar. And yesterday, when he'd looked down and that strand of hair fell in his face, he reminded me of someone....but who? Great, another mystery of Clark Kent to solve.'