AN: Thanks for the reviews. Italics are used for emphasis or to convey the thoughts. Usually the thoughts of the teenage aliens. Pete and Chloe have some internal thought every now and then but the only 'humans' you'll get to hear thoughts from are Lex, Whitney and Lana. Also most of the dialog will be ripped straight from the pilot. But I'm gonna put my own spin on it but a lot of these scenes are piviotal.

In a really bad after school special

"Kids, you're going to be late." Martha Kent shouted, from the kitchen which she spent more time in than any where else on the farm.

A minute later her oldest, Isabel walked in.

"We're always late Mom." Isabel said heading straight for the coffee.

Max who was a year younger had left fifteen minutes earlier with his best friend. Isabel and Clark were always running late.

Martha opened her mouth to say something but Isabel beat her to it.

"I know Ma, it'll stunt my growth. That's kind of what I'm hoping for. It sucks to be half a foot taller than most of the boys in my grade." Isabel said.

That was true. Isabel was the tallest girl in the tenth grade. She was statuesque and built like a super model she was always immaculate in appearance. Martha knew her daughter had been up early deciding what to wear doing her nails and getting ready for school.

"Is Clark up yet?" Martha asked.

"Uh Huh. Clark is on the computer quite possibly looking at pictures of Jenna Jameson." Isabel replied after a sip of coffee.

"At least he's not still in the bathroom," Martha admonished and Isabel went into a fit of coughing she eyed her daughter suspiciously,

"Are you okay Isabel?"

"I'm fine." She said.

"Clark Kent you're gonna miss your bus!" Martha shouted after giving her daughter a look.

Clark burst into the kitchen a second later decked out in denim and flannel. Every day Martha marveled at how fast her children were growing. Clark was only fifteen but he was 6'3 and built.

"I wasn't looking at porn. Pete emailed me a picture of her." Clark said giving Isabel a cold stare.

Martha laughed. She knew those two would fight all day. And forgive each other all day. Isabel waved her hand over a piece of plain bread and used her powers to toast it.

"Isabel, I would have put that in the toaster for you." Martha said.

"This is way faster and energy efficient." Isabel said putting jelly on the toast.

Martha watched as Clark reached in the fridge and got the milk. She was glad that her kids could fend for themselves in the morning her husband was another story he would pitch a fit of epic proportions if he didn't have bacon and grits on his plate every morning. Clark took a big gulp from the carton.

"Where do you get that?" Martha admonished handing him glass.

A second later Jonathan came in and did the same thing.

"Where did you get your manners?" Isabel asked her brother mimicking Martha.

"On a farm." Clark replied in his most Jonathan like voice. Martha shook her head as the two teenagers had a laugh at her expense.

"You guys better take that act on the road. Izzy, Carmen and Jordan are waiting for you. Clark you're gonna miss the loser cruiser if you don't hurry up." Jonathan said.

"Okay. Bye Mom. Bye Dad." Isabel said. She as walked toward the screen door she gave Clark the thumbs up.

Martha thought that was suspicious. She turned her attention to her youngest who was looking very suspicious with his head down so low his nose was nearly touching his bowl of Honey Combs.

"What you got there son?" Jonathan asked apparently he had noticed Clark's less than discreet discomfort. Clark slid a sheet of paper across the table

. "A permission slip." Clark answered.

"A few spots opened up on the football team and I thought I'd try out." Clark said obviously trying to sound confident but not quite pulling it off.

Jonathan didn't say anything he was looking at the permission slip with a frown wrinkling his brows.

"Come on Dad you played in high school." Clark said.

"But that was different." Jonathan answered.

Martha kept silent she could see how much Clark wanted to try out and she felt sorry for him because he just couldn't and he didn't know the real reason he couldn't.

"Why is always different when it comes to me?" Clark asked.

"You know why." Jonathan said.

"I would only run at half speed and you know I'd never hit anybody. I'll probably be on the bench most of the season anyways." Clark said,

"I can be careful." He added.

"I know you can but I know from experience that in the heat of the game with the team depending on you, the thrill of the crowd, and the short skirts the cheerleaders wear. You'll try some fancy move hoping that you'll impress one of them and some poor kid will end up getting hurt." Jonathan said.

You just don't trust me. Clark thought.

Clark opened his mouth to protest but Jonathan continued,

"Now you just hang in there son like we talked about when Isabel wanted to be a cheerleader."

"Dad, I'm sick of hanging in there. We're all sick of hanging in there. We didn't ask to be different. Max is the smart one with all his clubs and AP classes. Isabel's the pretty one. You know she's in Home Coming this year. Michael's the bad boy the rebel he's got detention; I just wanted something that I'm known for. I'm always Isabel's little brother, or Max's little brother, Jonathan and Martha's little boy. I want people to look at me and see me Clark and not you guys."

"One day Clark, everyone will see you for who you are. They'll all know your name I promise. Speaking of that I was thinking of getting the group together again there's this thing coming up in Granville…" Jonathan started but Clark gave him a sharp look.

Dammit Dad don't do this to me! Clark thought.

"One day everyone will see you for who you are Clark but we have to be careful they'll see you for something you're not." Martha predicted.

"Your mother is right you just have to make the best of things." Jonathan said.

"All I want to do is get through high school with out being a total loser." Clark whispered.

"You don't have to be a star athlete to be famous you know. Just get Pete and come by the barn later. I'll talk Max into it you guys will be great just like before." Jonathan continued.

"You'd better get going are your going to miss the loser cruiser." Jonathan said taking a sip off coffee.

Clark rolled his eyes and shook his head and walked out of the house. Sometimes he swore his father was the one who was fifteen. He couldn't have a serious conversation for too long and everyone knew it.

His father also had this obsession with music. Every since they were in elementary he'd been trying to make them famous

Clark walked out of the house just as the bus passed by.

"Typical," Clark said as he shot off down the field faster than any human being could move, hell almost faster than a speeding bullet could move.

"I can't believe you bet against your best friend." Chloe Sullivan said turning to hand Pete Ross five bucks.

Pete grinned from ear to ear flashing her a dazzlingly white smile.

"Statistical fact: If Clark Kent moved any slower he'd be extinct." Pete said pocketing the five.

Chloe had been best friends with Pete and Clark since she'd moved to Smallville a couple of years ago.

Chloe simply shook her head and tried not to laugh at Pete. But she couldn't help it. He was always so funny even though she didn't think he was trying to be right then. Chloe hated riding the bus, especially when Clark wasn't there. She had no one to ogle out of the corner of her eye. I could ogle Pete. She thought. Lately she had been having vague sexual thoughts about Pete.

Pete was about an inch or so taller than her, with a smooth looking chocolate complexion, big brown eyes framed by the thickest lashes Chloe had ever seen on a boy and he was a slightly better dresser than Clark Kent but that wasn't saying much.

When the ride from hell ended they piled off the bus and headed into the building.

"So the dance is Friday, anybody ask you yet?" Pete asked.

"Nope." Chloe said.

"Well if you're not to busy pining for Clark you could come with me. Not as a date date thing but a friend friend thing." Pete explained.

"I do not have a thing for Clark. " Chloe said. Pete gave her look that could be interpreted as 'Bitch Please' he would never say it with his mouth but his expression said it all.

"I do not." Chloe huffed.

Pete continued to give her the look when she heard a familiar voice behind them,

"Hi guys."

Chloe turned around to face Clark Kent.

"Didn't we just see you… didn't you just miss the bus?" Chloe stammered.

Clark suppressed a smirk and tried to look a mixture of annoyed and tired as his inquisitive best girl friend stammered out a question.

"Yeah, I took a short cut." Clark said doing his best to look winded.

"Through what a black hole?" Chloe asked.

Before Clark could answer Pete came and put his arm over Clark's shoulder and led him away from Chloe,

"You'll have to excuse our intrepid reporter. Her weirdar is on Deathcon 5." Pete explained leading Clark toward the building.

Chloe quickly came to block their path.

"Just because everyone chooses to ignore the things that go on in this leafy little hamlet doesn't mean they don't happen." She told them.

Pete just rolled his eyes and said, "You know we would love to join you and Scooby in the Mystery Machine for another zany adventure but we have to hand these permission slips in before homeroom."

Pete was once again trying to lead Clark to the building,

"Pete I don't think this is such a good idea." Clark protested not wanting to admit that his father wouldn't let him join the team.

"Clark this is the only way." Pete muttered. Chloe laughed loudly taking large strides to keep up with them.

"You guys are trying out for the football team?" Chloe asked before letting lose another peel of loud Chloe laughter.

"What is this some teen suicide pact?" She asked.

Before she could even get the statement out Pete grabbed her by the collar and shoved her against the brick wall.

"Ow!" She shrieked startling the passers by.

Clark knew she wasn't hurt. He watched with morbid fascination as his smaller friend held her by her shoulders not allowing her to squirm out of his grip. Pete slid his knee in between Chloe's legs pressing it up against her before he spoke. This could get interesting. Clark thought.

Clark didn't make a move to stop it as long as Pete wasn't hurting her it was alright with him. Chloe could be very emasculating at times a Pete resorted to... whatever in the hell he was doing to get her attention.

"We are trying to avoid being this years Scarecrow." Pete whispered.

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Chloe gasped.

"And why are we whispering!" Chloe said louder.

Pete just sighed and looked at her. I wish they would just get together already! Clark thought.

"It's a Homecoming tradition. Every year the football team selects a freshman they take him to Riley field strip him and paint an S on his chest," Pete explained.

"Then they string him up like a scarecrow." Clark added.

Chloe grimaced, "It sounds like years of therapy waiting to happen."

"Why in the hell else would we try out for the football team?" Pete asked finally releasing the blonde girl.

"We figure they won't…" Clark zoned out ignoring Pete entirely his green eyes focused on Lana Lang. before he knew it he was caught in the gravitational pull and he was heading toward her. He actually thought he would make it this time.

From her position in the courtyard Isabel and her friends could see everyone and be seen by everyone. Why in the hell am I watching him again? Isabel wondered to herself as her eyes followed Clark through the crowd of laughing teenagers. They all seem to be having so much fun. Fucking freshmen. Isabel grumbled internally. She watched helplessly as her younger brother fell flat on his face.

She knew it was disgusting for her to have these feelings for him. But she didn't know how to make them go away. She dated other guys really hot guys at that but none of them seemed to compare to him. He was gorgeous and by far the alpha male on campus and he didn't even seem to know it. She ignored the incessant chatter of her best friends Carmen Cruz and Jordan Jones.

Carmen waved a manicured hand in front of Isabel's face just as Lana Lang started helping Clark with his books.

"What." Isabel snapped.

Carmen rolled her eyes, "We were discussing how tan is the new taupe." Jordan piped up throwing some of her red hair over her shoulder.

Isabel rolled her eyes. Can these girls be anymore shallow? She wondered.

Isabel bit her lip she hated to see Clark go through what he went through every time he talked to Lana though a part of her was thankful he couldn't approach the brunette. Her friends knew she was slightly jealous of Lana but they assumed Whitney Fordman Lana's boyfriend, was the reason and they didn't understand why Isabel didn't just take him if she wanted him.

Isabel wasn't interested in Whitney though she wanted Clark, but she let them believe what they wanted. She couldn't tell them the truth; she could imagine the horrible rumors that would circulate. She could barely admit the truth to herself.

"Why don't you just ask him out?" Carmen asked.

And get shot down. I don't think so. Isabel thought.

"If you haven't noticed Carm, he's got a girlfriend." Isabel said.

Isabel knew full well it didn't matter if he had a girlfriend. If she wanted a guy it wouldn't stop her if he had a wife. She would go for Clark too, if there weren't so much at stake. Her family was very important to her and she was so afraid that he would be totally grossed out and reject her.

The bell rang but the three girls remained seated on the stone bench.

"That didn't stop you from making out with Dean Sampson and breaking up him and Ashley." Jordan said. "I've learned the error of my ways." Isabel said.

The two girls looked at her confused.

"I'm trying not to be such a bitch. You two should try it too. You guys need some get out of hell free points." Isabel quipped before stalking off to go help Clark and leaving the two girls dumbfounded.

When Chloe and Pete caught sight of where Clark was headed. Pete took out the five he had won from Chloe earlier and prepared to make another bet.

"I'll be generous and give him ten seconds." Pete said.

"Five." Chloe said.

Pete started to count. He made it to five and as if on cue Clark fell face down on the grass his books flying everywhere. Pete handed Chloe the five.

"Statistical fact: Clark Kent can't get within five feet of Lana Lang with out turning into a total freak show." Chloe said taking the money her voice dripping with disdain as she said Lana's name.

Jealous much. Pete thought as Chloe slipped the money down her shirt and into her bra. He tried not to stare, but the fact was he wanted Chloe to be his girlfriend. But he didn't know how he was going to go about making that happen.

Clark felt like his insides were on fire as Lana handed him his copy of Nietzsche.

"Didn't know you had a dark side Clark." She said handing him the book.

Clark swallowed back the sick feeling and answered her with a question,

"Doesn't every body?"

"Yeah I guess so." Lana said standing back up straight.

Is she going to have a conversation with me while I'm about to spontaneously combust? Clark wondered. Well, at least I'll die happy. He thought.

"So what are you man or superman?" Lana asked.

"I haven't figured that out yet." Clark said as Whitney sauntered over and put his arm around Lana.

By that time Clark had collected all of his books but one Whitney reached down and picked it up.

"You forgot one Clark." Whitney said tossing it to him.

Clark tried to catch it but he ended up dropping all of his newly collected books. And then he walked away with Lana. Jackass. Clark thought.

He sat there for a moment before recollecting his books. He opened his eyes and looked up to see his older sister Isabel looking at him with a concerned frown on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked kneeling down to help him with his books.

"I'm fine." Clark said.

The ill affects were fading, but he still didn't understand why he always felt like that when he was around Lana.

"How bad was it this time?" Isabel asked.

"I felt like my insides were boiling and I was going to implode." Clark said.

Isabel reached out to help him up.

"Maybe you're allergic to her." She said.

Clark thought about it for a second. Pete and Chloe had joined them.

"Maybe she's right. You could be allergic to Lana." Pete said

. Clark gave his friend the death glare. Chloe got up on tiptoe and attempted to put comforting arm around him still giggling she asked,

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm in a really bad after school special." Clark said with a smirk.

"Where's Max?" Isabel asked.

"Chess club. I see you were at another of your Chest club meetings with Jordan and Carmen." Clark quipped.

His humor was returning along with his normal pallor.