Clark missed the bus this morning so I thought I should go to see Chloe. We were kind of distant ever since what happened between Clark and I at the hospital. I headed straight for the torch office but it was only Pete hanging around.

"Pete, is Chloe around? I really need to talk to her." I asked as I entered the office.

"Just missed her. So, what's happening between you and my man Clark?" Sh!t. That wasn't good. This was the last week before the summer so I needed to see her and quickly.

"We're kind of going out... but I'm not all that sure yet. Did Chloe say when she would be back?" He nodded his head. "Oh, well, if you see her, tell her I stopped by and that I really need to talk to her."

"No problem Peyton. See you later!"

"Bye Pete." After I left, I went over to my locker and got some of my school books. Glancing in the mirror, I saw Clark walking up to me. I closed the locker, and then turned around to greet him.

"Hiya Peyton, what you been doing?" I hugged him as he asked. Bad move. I was unaware that Chloe was back already and she was just down the corridor. She ran right past us, with what looked like, tears falling down her face.

"Clark, I've gotta speak to Chloe." I was about to go after her when Clark grabbed my arm to stop me.

"No, I kinda got you into this and I promised Chloe I would tell her if my dating status changed so I'll go." He quickly followed Chloe and I went into the girl's room. Lana was looking in the mirror, fixing her hair when I entered.

"Hey Lana." As soon as I said that, I could tell she was giving me the cold shoulder. What the hell did I do to her? She pushed right past me then nearly hit me with the door. I think she was intending to actually hit me with it though. I went over to the mirror and sorted my make-up. Whilst I was applying lip gloss, someone came into the toilets.

"You're Peyton Willis, right?" I nodded. I didn't know who she was but she certainly knew me. "Lauren Daniels. You're dating Clark Kent aren't you?" I knew someone was going to ask me this sooner or later, but I wasn't too sure that I should make it public yet.

"Yeah, sort of." I wasn't all that sure on what to say. I never knew if Clark wanted me telling people about our relationship yet.

"You're so lucky. Clark is like, the hottest guy in school! I would love to be you." Wow. Someone actually would want to be me. Well, only for my man but it was still pretty cool.

"Cool, thanks. I've gotta go. Talk to you later." Then I left the girl's room and looked for Clark. No sign of him anywhere. I checked The Torch office, his locker, Pete's locker but he wasn't there. I couldn't even find Chloe. I thought she would be in the office but the only person who was there was some dude I never knew.

Well, I knew Clark had history first so I could meet up with him after that because we had social studies. I was in the library most of first period, since I had a free period, talking through the school's messaging system. It's like MSN, but without the hassle. Just before I was about to log off, Chloe came on. I tried talking to her but she never answered back. I gave up, left the library and went to Clark's locker. I knew he would come here before going to class. As I had predicted, after the bell rang Clark came straight to his locker.

"How was history?" I said it in a cute/girly was which made him giggle but then he stopped and looked at me seriously. "Bad time? And anyway what happened between you and Chloe?"

"She was total pissed. Then Lana came and made me leave Chloe alone, saying that I had hurt her a lot. Chicks." Poor, poor Clark. "So where have you been all period?"

"Library. Just surfing the web and everything." I looked around and the halls were completely empty. "C'mon, we better get to class Clark!"

We quickly walked to class until I started to feel really sick and I couldn't walk anymore. I fell to my knees. Clark tried to help me up but my legs always buckled. I could also feel the vomit coming to my mouth but nothing came out.

"Peyton, what's wrong?"

"I feel really, really sick. Like I'm going to throw up or something."

"I'll get the nurse, stay there." It's not like I was going anywhere. I was really weak. I slowly turned onto my side. Then I heard footsteps coming up behind. At first I thought it was Clark until the came closer and it sounded more like the clicking of high heels. The person started running a little. When they got to me, they turned around to face me.

"Oh my god, Peyton are you OK?" After that, I knew it was Chloe. I never spoke back, not because I didn't want to... I couldn't. The pain became too much for me so I fell into unconsciousness.

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When I woke up, I was lying on an old, comfortable sofa. No-one thought about taking to a hospital, that's kinda stupid, huh? I didn't mind too much but I just really wanted to know where I was. It seemed all too familiar. Then I heard someone coming towards me. But it was more than one single person. I tried to speak but only a small, barely audible squeak came out. The people came around to the sofa and one of them crouched down in front of me. As they came down, I found out where I was. The Kent farm.

"Feeling better?" Clark asked as he moved some loose strands of my hair away from my face. He looked quite concerned about how I was. He's a really sweet and caring boyfriend. I mouthed the words 'Not really' but he never understood.

"Clark sweetie, I don't think she can speak right now. Just let Peyton rest the now." His mother told him. I took her advice myself and went back to sleep.

It was around 2am next time I woke up. The lamp on the table at the end of the sofa was still on and Clark had fallen asleep on the chair next to where I lying, with a book in his hands. I didn't want to disturb him but when I tried to get up; I fell over and hit him. He got up straight away because of the fright. He rubbed his eyes then helped me back onto my feet.

"Sorry," I whispered to him. I didn't want the whole house waking up because of me, the guest.

"It's alright Peyton. Why were you getting up anyway?"

"I kinda need to use the toilet." He looked a little embarrassed now but I wasn't too sure why.

"Oh, well... I'll help you upstairs." So, he took my hand, turned on the lights and led me upstairs. Clark must have thought I could go to the toilet on my own but he was wrong. I couldn't even sit down on my own.

"Uh Clark, could you... uh," I was red in the face now. I mean, asking my boyfriend to help me sit on the toilet. Totally embarrassed. "Help me in here...?"

"Huh?" He looked even more embarrassed now. "Sure." He slowly entered the bathroom and helped me sit whilst I took my trousers down. Luckily, he didn't look down there. Clark turned away when I got on the toilet and faced the wall. Holy sh!t. As I looked down at my underwear I saw that my period had started. Why does it come at the worst possible time? It must be a curse or something. All girls should get their periods at the most humiliating times. It really pissed me off but how was I suppose to tell Clark.

"Clark?" He never turned around to see me; he only just turned his head a little.

"Yeah babe?"

"Do you have stuff like..." I couldn't believe I was asking him this. It was definitely weird. "...tampons or pads?" He looked confused. Man, did he even learn Sex Ed. in school? "You know... stuff for periods."

"Um... I'm not sure about that. I'll go ask my mom." Then he hurried off down the hall into his parents' bedroom. Leaving me sitting on a toilet. Sounds quite stupid when you put it like that, doesn't it? I heard Clark talking to his parents and then him and his folks walking back to the bathroom. Clark didn't come back in though, his mom did.

"Hi Mrs. Kent, sorry to bother you." She looked shattered and I was the one interrupting her sleep. But she didn't seem to mind that much.

"It's OK Peyton." She started looking through a cupboard on the far wall of the room and got out a packet of pads for me. "Right, are these alright for you to use because that's all I have." She showed me a pack of pads by a make I have never heard of but they were better than nothing.

"They're fine. Thanks Mrs. Kent." She handed me the packet then left the bathroom. I quickly put one of the pads on my underwear and slowly tried to stand up as I pulled my trousers up as well. It took sometime but I got up eventually. I flushed the toilet as Clark opened the door a little.

"It's safe now, right?" I giggled whilst he came in and hugged me. He pushed my elbow into my side which really hurt.

"Ouch." He could tell that I was in pain so he pulled away. He helped me down the stairs and then made some coffee. I sat down myself and got my cell phone out. 3 new text messages and 2 new voice messages. Someone really wanted to contact me. That's when it came to me. Dad. He's probably worried sick, looking for me. But it was too late now so I thought it would be better to wait until morning.

Clark finally brought some coffee through and I started drinking it. It was really creamy but way too sweet. But I still drank since I was quite thirsty. After I finished it, I went back to sleep.

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In the morning, I woke myself up. I saw Clark getting ready for school, his mom making something in the kitchen and his dad drinking coffee whilst reading the paper. As I sat up, Clark noticed so he rushed right over to help me. He smiled and then he took my hand.

"Any better?" He asked as he checked the time again.

"Yeah, a lot better. I think I could even go to school." We both laughed a little until I stopped because of a huge pain, shooting up my side.

"Maybe we should keep the laughing to a minimum. And I think you should stay off school today." I took his advice. One more day wouldn't hurt, right? "I'll take you home if you want?"

"Sure, that would be great. Thanks Clark." I got my stuff then Clark helped me to the car. I didn't actually need the help, but he really wanted to make sure I stayed safe.

It never took long to get to my house. Once I got out of the car, Clark gave me a goodbye kiss then I headed for my house. The door was unlocked and when I went in, I noticed my dad lying on the couch, fast asleep. I walked over to him as quietly as possible and then took a seat at the chair beside the sofa, and patiently waited for him to wake up.