Thanks everyone for the reviews and taking the time to read my story.

Sonic- Thanks for the review. The reason that there is not much Lana input in these first chapters is because Clark is recapping his past day so he doesn't know what Lana was thinking, but keep reading it does get into more depth with all the characters.

Clark walked down the halls of Smallville High and scanned them for the familiar face of Lana Lang, but she was nowhere to be found.

He walked to his locker, and threw his books inside. He was in no mood to finish out the school day. He waited for the halls to clear out, and super sped home. He was about to waltz into the kitchen, when he heard his mom rattling around the dirty dishes. He knew she wouldn't be happy to find him home before school was out, so he headed up to his favorite place where he could escape the world. His fortress of Solitude, the barn loft.

He threw his jacket and backpack onto the ground, and literally jumped onto the couch. He heard a few splinters of wood break, but he didn't care. He was frustrated with his day at school. The principal, his teachers, Chloe.

"At least one good thing happened." He thought. He went over the moment he had with Lana in the torch over and over again until he slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next thing Clark knew, he was being shaken away by someone. He opened his eyes to find both his parents towering over him. "Mom….Dad?" he asked groggily. "What's going on, what are you doing here, is everything okay?" He sat upright quickly.

"We could ask you the same question son." Jonathon replied. Clark looked confused and remained silent, so his father elaborated.

"We just received phone calls from: the principal and a teacher about tardiness, another teacher called about plagiarism, and yet another one about passing love notes during class. Then to top it all of the attendance office called to inform us that you missed the last half of school. Now would you like to try and explain?" Jonathon asked full of disappointment.

Clark glanced at his mother for help than began. He explained everything about what really happened. Being held up for a lecture casing him to be late, having a perfect memory that remembers everything you read, and Lana passing him a note to see if he was okay. "Then, after I tried to get away from it, Chloe blew up at Lana and me. I just couldn't take it." Clark said still looking to his mother, hoping she'd understand.

"Son, we all have bad days, but you can't run away. That doesn't solve anything, you have to stick through them."
"I know but…"

"No buts about it Clark. Now get up and finish your chores." Clark let out a sigh, stood up, and headed down the stairs to finish his chores. That had been his whole day, and now he sat up in the loft going over it again.

It was now just after 9:00 on a Friday night. He was still upset after recapping the horrible day over in his mind. He stood by the window and gripped his phone tightly, debating on what to do. He finally dialed the number, and waited for an answer.

Clark heard the ringing stop. "Hey it's me Chloe obviously I am not here, but if you leave me a message I'll get back to you…………Maybe."

Clark sighed; he had been trying to reach her all day. He left her another message. "Hey Chloe ummm….It's me again Clark Kent." He paused unsure of what to say next. "Well I guess just give me a call when you get this. Thanks, bye."

Clark threw the phone down on the couch and walked towards his window. He looked out into the night sky. He saw the light on in his house. He felt bad that he hadn't really talked to his father since he got in trouble.

"Tomorrow I will." He said to himself. He folded up his arms and leaned against the wall Unaware of a figure making their way up the stairs to his loft.