Inevitability by Electric Spyro

A.n. hey people. i'm back with another update. sorry, i thought i would be able to update sooner, but i got caught up in a book i was readin. it's called Eragon and it's by a 15-year-old kid and if u haven't heard of it yet, i suggest u go buy and read it right after u read this chapter! o)

enjoy!

When fourth hour came along, Lana found Clark at a table in the back of the school library. He was staring a book with great intensity not paying attention to the cluster of kids sitting at a table a few feet away laughing and knodding towards him.

"Lana!"

Lana snapped her head in the direction of the noise and saw Erica smiling and pointing to a computer next to her beckoning her friend to come and sit down. Lana gave her a sympathetic look and mouthed, "Sorry, I can't today." She then rushed over to Clark.

"I'm ready for my first lesson," Lana whispered happily as she sat down.

Clark looked up and shut the book quickly. "Oh, hi." Lana didn't say anything more, so Clark spoke up again. "So, I guess we can start with something simple - like a cartoon character...."

Minutes passed, and still Lana couldn't draw Mickey Mouse if her life depended on it. Clark, however, could draw the mouse straight out of his head and even add his own personal details like a Smallville Crows T-shirt and sunglasses. Lana grabbed another piece of paper determined to draw this Disney character if it killed her. She began to draw his round head, but it came out as a wobbly oval.

"Look, I can't even draw a circle!" Lana exclaimed laughing quietly at herself.

"It just takes patience and practice," Clark announced smiling encouragingly.

Lana set her pencil point on the paper preparing another attempt to draw a circle.

"Wait," Clark exclaimed wrapping his right hand around hers, "set the pencil at an angle, like this." - He moved the pencil slightly trying to ignore the tingly feeling he felt when his hand touched hers. - "Now, move it slowly." - He guided Lana's hand as it created a perfect circle on the paper. As soon as this task was finished, Clark let go of the pencil and smiled at Lana.

"I think I can do that," Lana stated grinning at Clark's face which was unexpectantly turning pink.

At that particular moment, Clark noticed something. The way Lana had smiled just then....it was very familar. He shrugged it off. It was probably nothing. Still, he couldn't stop thinking about where he'd seen her smile like that before...

Day after day Lana practiced drawing. At first, Lana only wanted to learn so she could experience the free feeling Clark had talked about, but her reasons slowly changed over time. Her friendship with Clark grew to the point where Erica and Michael questioned her about it. She explained she was just trying to help him be more friendly. Erica and Michael knew what was really happening - Lana did too but she didn't want to admit it - there was something stronger going on between Clark and Lana. It was more then friendship, but neither one would express what they were feeling so it sadly remained hidden.

Lana began to notice that the guys who made fun of Clark most days seemed to be eyeing her as well. It was as if they considered her an outcast just because she was being nice to him. Lana had always been popular in school, and this change was not something she welcomed. Still, Lana loved the way she felt around Clark and a bunch of stuck-up highschool jocks weren't going to stop her from that feeling.

Clark felt it too. He'd never had much contact with his peers out of fear of them uncovering his secret. It hurt to know that he couldn't tell Lana, but the way she smiled at him healed that pain almost instantly. He woke up everyday with a purpose. Lana was the strength he needed to face school each day. The stupid comments he overheard about himself didn't effect him as much. He no longer cared about any of them. All he saw was Lana.

It had been weeks since their first conversation and Clark and Lana were now back in the library laughing quietly at Lana's pitiful drawings. Clark gave a few helpful tips to correct her mistakes and Lana purposely said she didn't understand so that Clark would gently grasp her hand in his and talk her through it. 'He's so shy, yet so willing to help,' Lana thought happily.

"Maybe they have some books in here with pictures of characters. Would that help?" Clark asked looking over Lana's shoulder and analyzing her picture.

"I doubt it considering this library's about as old as my great grandfather," Lana said smiling but not taking her gaze off her picture (Clark had told her that concentration was a key factor in drawing), "but go ahead."

Clark rushed off to begin the search and Lana stayed behind still doodling.

She sighed giving up on her Mickey which looked more like a California Prune. Looking up, she glanced at Clark's sketch book which was laying next to her on the table. She waited a few seconds, and then slid it towards herself and opened it. 'Maybe this will help,' Lana thought curiously. She gazed at all the beautiful pictures pulling her back into a fairy tale land. She kept looking through the book until she came across a picture of a young girl and boy kissing in what looked like a wood house. She faintly remembered Michael and his friend laughing at it the day they stole Clark's book.

"That's a drawing of my first kiss."

Lana jumped to see Clark standing over her shoulder. She was grateful he didn't seem mad at her for looking through his sketches. "Who is she?"

Clark sat back down. "It's funny; I never got her name. The kiss was kind of a spur of the moment thing." As soon as he'd said that, he wondered why he had. Normally he was always careful to keep to himself. Normally he'd be furious if someone looked through his private drawings without asking. Why did Lana have the power to gradually open him up?

"My first kiss was the same way," Lana admited still looking at the portrait. "Are you in a cabin or something?"

Clark tried to stop himself from saying anything more, but Lana's intrigued eyes begged him to continue. "Yeah. It was during summer camp when I was twelve. This other girl and I had overslept and the whole rest of the camp went out on a hike for the morning. We decided to wait for them in the cabin, and we started talking. We got closer and closer....I don't even remember what we were talking about."

Lana remained quiet after Clark was finished. Her mouth dropped a little. She cautiously asked, "You wouldn't have happened to be at Camp Randall, would you? In Cabin #9?"

"Actually, yeah it was. Ever since then, 9 has been my lucky number." Clark laughed trying to hide the fact that he was a little scared by Lana's reaction. She looked at him as if she was looking at a ghost.

Lana saw Clark's worried expression and realized that he wasn't getting it. "Clark, how do you think I knew that?"

Clark frowned slightly. What the heck was she getting at? Then.....slowly.....he understood. That's why Lana had looked so familiar! That's why he'd felt like he'd met her before! He had! He'd kissed her five years ago! His first kiss was with Lana! He stared at her hardly comprehending the new information. "It was you..."

She swallowed and knodded barely believing that this was him. This had to be the weirdest feeling she'd ever experienced. "Can you believe that we'd met again after all those years?"

"No, I - I thought I'd never see you again." Clark was still stunned. "You've changed alot."

"You have too," Lana said no longer having the power to take her eyes off Clark. No wonder she had been falling for him the day they met. "Wow, this is so awkward."

Clark laughed and Lana joined in quietly. "I know. I thought about you so much after that day."

"There were two things I told myself I would do if I ever saw you again," Lana said softly almost subconsiously allowing herself to except the fact that she had feelings for him. "The first was figure out your name."

Clark looked at Lana in a whole new light. This must be why I was able to open up with her. He took a quick glance at her lips trying to remember how they felt...he only then realized that he hadn't kissed anyone else after that day. He smirked at Lana dumbly. "What was the other?"

"This..." Lana whispered leaning in to Clark.

Clark's brows rised as she got closer. This was it. No one was watching. He told himself to lean in too...

"Wait!" Clark suddenly exclaimed julting his head back. "I can't."

"Clark - "

RING RING

Clark stood gathering his things and not taking the time to put them into his bag. "I'm - I'm sorry, Lana. There's just too much I haven't told you. We can't. Really, I am sorry."

He rushed off getting jostled a few times by the jocks, but Clark didn't seem to care. Lana watched him go sadly.
A.n. don't kill me yet. just review for now. ;o)