Clark sat on the bleachers outside of school. His eyes were glazed over and he felt like his heart had been demolished into tiny pieces. He never felt this low before, ever in his life. The way Lana looked at him, her eyes were like cold steel, the fire had been exposed and it died out.. Her voice was shrill and sharp, close to breaking as she spoke.. Just the way she said simple words, made it feel like he had killed her life.. Her soul. Did Matt say something to annoy her? Was she just taking it out on me? I was really hoping today would be a good day, but really, its the worst one I've had in a while.. Clark sighed, his mind was racing. All he wanted was to tell Lana he loved her, but he was scared. Now, how many times have we gone over this.. Lets see, put one foot infront of the other.. Walk across the street.. Down the driveway.. into the loft.. up the stairs. Now, move your mouth and speak, repeat after me. "Lana, I love you. And I intend on killing any living object to keep you." Yeah, there we go, a little bit of tweaking and we'll be a-okay! One problem.. SHE WONT FREAKIN SPEAK TO YA! Great job!

"Ugh.." Clark dropped his jaw onto his hands. Footsteps from the side of the bleachers were heard. 'swoosh..click.. click..' Someone's on the bleachers with him. 'ploof' Someone sits next to him, he smells an intoxicating smell. Strawberries and creame? Only one person smells like that.. His head spun to the left of him,

"LANA! Erm, Hi!" His jaw drops as he sees her new appearance, whoa. She has a sexy grin on, showing off her pearly whites, her noticabily grey eyes.. Clark almost falls off the bleachers at the site.

"Hey yourself." She grins and holds up a piece of paper with writing. "Got you letter." Clark's face goes void, 'What letter?'

"Uh, Lan-" A finger is put to his lips as her face is smack dab ontop of his. He feels her hot breath tingling his face, her touch burning his lips..

"Sh." She smirks and leans in a little closer. "I wanted to tell you that I feel the same way. I'm sick of hiding, I want you.. I want to be with you, don't care what people think. We hide our feelings every day, I don't get why we do.. I mean, I heard you confess your undying love towards me to Chloe.. But what I don't get is.. If you love me so much, why didn't you ask me to the homecoming dance? Heh, I mean com'on! Why'd you be going with Ally!" Lana's tone becomes harsh as she stares into his deep eyes.

"I'm not going to the dance with Ally?" His eyebrows slant up and his voice seems confused. "Who told you that little piece of fiction." Clark grabs Lana's waist, who seems shocked for a second, but is immediately filled with a grin.

"Matt. But who cares.." Her nose brushes against his. "Him.." Her lips slightly touch his. "Not me." She lips her lips and goes in for a kiss. Their kiss is hard and full of passion, lust, longingness.. He feels her wrap her hands around his neck, playing with his mocca curls.. Instinctively, his arms tighten around her waist, bringing her closer as their tongues dance. She suddenly breaks the kiss, and looks into his eyes. With another devious grin, he cups her face.

"I've waited for this for the longest time.." He says breathless.

icause it's you and me and all of the people

with nothing to do

nothing to lose

and it's you and me and all of the people

and I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you/i

"So have I." She grins and gets off the bleachers. "Com'on, lets go have some.. fun" He smiles back and jumps off, running after her. Running towards the school.. Towards the hallways.. Towards the locker room.. Towards the Coach's Office..

i

all of the things that I want to say

just aren't coming out right

I'm tripping inwards

you got my head spinning

I don't know where to go from here/i

Strung around his waist, Lana's back crashed into the coach's door, shattering..er, opening it, as they kissed furiously. Clark broke the kiss for a second and looked at the door with a smirk. She grinned back and gave him a look that spelt theres-more-to-me-than-you-could-imagine. He broke out a devious glare and attacked her plump, luscious lips once more. Lana groaned in delight as he laid sloppy kisses all over her jaw line, and back up to her lips. Repositioning her on his waist, he plunged into the coach's desk, causing a mug and numerous other papers to fly off. Lana's eyes fluttered open with pure love and lust painted to her hazel orbs. Clark stared into them for what seemed like eternity before speaking.

"Don't understand why you hid this from me for so long.. You know, loving me since you were 4 and all.." He grinned and liked the new sense of confidence and honesty creeping over his shoulder. Her face had a sense of shock on it, but in a mere second it was replaced with another diabolical smirk of all knowing.

"How do you know that piece of information?" She chewed on her lip slightly before returning her glare up to his oddly shining oceanic eyes.

"That'll be my little secret." He flashes his 1000 watt smile, making Lana's resolve melt. She quickly regained her cool and started to laugh.

"Well, let's make sure not to waste our time then." She says softly, yet seductively before parting his lips and tracing her tongue around his silky smooth lips. He moans in approval before thrusting his tongue into her already parted lips, flicking his tongue across the roof of her mouth, massaging her tongue and sucking on it. She abruptly broke the kiss and looked into Clark's eyes before reaching down to the hem of his shirt. Her eyes darted up to him, full of something he'd never seen in this new form of her.. Nervousness, innocence, flowing out of those sweet, yet secretive eyes. Clark felt his confidence fade away, his newly aquired attitude crumbling, his eyes began to shift around nervously, gaining blur.

"Lana.." He collapsed on the floor, consciousness fading. Lana's eyes buldged as she fell to the floor to his side. Her wrist got caught on the side of the desk, instantly snapping the wood as she forcefully pulled her wrist down. Red and black fragments splintered across the room, bulletting into the walls and smashing the window panes. Lana felt the evil smirk draining from her face, as she felt her true self pouring back in. Looking down at her hands, she found them trembling, and below her was Clark, breathing soundly, obviously unconscious. From what was the question.

"Damn you, Iso-Bel." She muttered before cradling Clark in her arms. A jiggling on the door was heard, Lana supersped out the window, leaving splinters, glass and meteor fragments spread across the office. As the door opened, a shocked face of a man in hsi early 20's with spiked brown hair and deep blue eyes stepped in. Behind him was a football player, whos face also dropped.

"Coach Teague, what happened here?" The man just shook his head and looked at the massacre in front of him.

Lana stopped at the front of the loft steps, feeling Clark wiggle around in her arms. It looked ridiculous, a 6'3", over 200 pound boy being held like a baby by a 5'3", 110 pound raven haired girl. She laughed at the scene in her head before proceeding up the stairs. Laying him on the couch, she gently sat down next to him and began running her fingers through his dark locks. A smile escaped his lips as he continued to mumble in his sleep. It was adoreable, Clark Kent looked like a little boy while he slept with the goofy grin that only worked on his perfectly sculpted face. Her hand began trailing from his soft curls, down his forehead, to his temple, tracing his cheek bones and lips then his jaw line. He let out what seemed to be a giggle as her finger brushed against his ear. Her face broke into a sweet smile, he was just too cute. Suddenly, she saw his eyes fluttering open. 'Whats he gonna say to me? Does he remember anything? Should I meantion anything?" Her thoughts were cut short when a hand went to her face, stroking it ever so softly.

"Hey," She whispered softly. His touch was causing her to melt.

"Hey." He whispered back, "Am I dreaming?" He smiled softly.

"No." She replied with a smile, "Why?"

"Only in my dreams I wake up to see your beautiful face." He smiles before closing his eyes softly once more, then opening to slits for a mere second.

"I love you." He said sleepily, before falling back into a deep sleep. Whether or not he realized what he was saying, and the situation wasn't a dream, Lana felt warm tears well up into her eyes. She'd never felt happier.

"I love you too." She said almost inaudibly, before kissing his forehead and walking over to the window of the loft, not caring if he remembered anything or not. No matter how hard it would be to say it, she was going to attempt to reach out to Clark and fulfill her hearts desires.

In Lana Land, Clark felt himself floating as he heard the long awaited 3 words. If it was a dream or not, he didn't know, he felt her touch from earlier, if that was a dream, damn it was a good one.. He didn't understand his attitude in the situation, it was cocky and honest. His glare upon Lana felt full of lust and his needs, not her own. Lana herself was acting out of character as well, he remembed her saying the name Iso-Bel, which sounded vaguely familar. But then again, it was all a dream, no way his body would react that way. Clark's mind shifts to the nickname a old rival, Morgan Edge, gave him one summer. Kal. Now that is a whole different story, he was completely different then, violent and uncaring. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head. His personality couldn't alter like that so suddenly! Yeah, his personality couldn't change, but with help from a certian rock..

Black Radonite.