Chapter 4

Part 1 - Such A Drama Queen

(Lana's P.O.V.)

'Holy shit… shit… fuck!'

I've been screaming these profanities both in my head and out loud - the latter being the worst habit I picked up easily in Metropolis - and couldn't stop doing so for the past 10 minutes. Well actually it feels like it's been five hours already, since the damn seconds of every minute seem to tick in slow motion. I also could not keep myself from pacing back and forth inside the confines of my bedroom, still in shock and furious as hell.

'Oh my God…oh my God! I fully fucked up this time. So much for keeping a squeaky clean reputation, Lana, I guess that's the end of that,' I blurt out loud before sitting on my bed again.

I drop my face into my hands, leaning over to rest my elbows on my legs.

'What the hell was Clark doing here anyways? I cannot believe he was right there - right outside my bedroom door… I wonder how much he saw of me… uhm… touching myself.'

I feel more heat rise up my neck and cheeks. 'How long has he been standing there?'

Over and over I ask myself the same lines although deep inside I knew that there's only one way to find out.

"I need to go see Clark and ask him myself…that way I can clean this embarrassing mess between us, for my sake," I whispered, talking to myself again.

I get up and take off my silk lavender robe slowly and looked at my naked reflection on my dresser mirror for a moment.

'Oh my… I wonder how much of all my glory was exposed for Clark to see? Not that it was intentional, of course. He almost gave me a heart attack, for God'sakes!'

Suddenly I'm reminded of how I caught him watching me in my most personal and totally intimate moment. The expression on his face was so classic that if it were not me he saw self-pleasuring, it would've been so fuckin' hilarious.

I haven't really gotten into "self-help fun" up until recently. During the past summer, to be exact, was when I was really tempted to and went on to try it and have been liking it a lot. Not that I ever admitted it to anybody and not that anybody's ever found out, let alone seen me do it. I was once too shy before last summer started but now I know that I've shed that trait off me. However, I choose to keep the shy factor up as a facade, for the sake of upholding my so-called 100 percent good girl reputation, as Aunt Nell demanded.

'Little does she know, I've been more of a pervert recently – mostly in thought though, keeping all kinds of naughty innuendos only in my mind.'

Aaaand here I am again - pondering my summer days in Metropolis! Well I'm just going to keep those memories out of my head right now, too… at least temporarily... because the most current issue in my life involves the new and improved sexy Clark Kent who had just witnessed me with my hand caught in my own sticky honey pot - literally.

'Oh God, this marks as The Top Most Embarrassing Moment of all the many embarrassing moments in my life! I cover my face once again with my hands.' I muse. Then I remembered something else.

"Wait a minute…" I mutter and thought, 'Didn't I hear him moan, too? I'm so sure that was a dead giveaway that I wasn't alone in my house any longer and snapped me out of concentration.'

I raise an eyebrow. 'Clark, moaning... which could only mean that he definitely enjoyed watching, right? Oooh, the perve! hehe.'

Argh!

I finally decide to go and see him NOW!

'And then beg him not to tell anyone or he's dead meat! Okay wait. A girl my size could make a guy his size into dead meat? HA! Not! ...Ok so I'll kick his ass until it hurts so bad he won't be able to sit down for a week. Yeah. Lana. Right.' I roll my eyes and shake my head with the thought.

'He has to zip his mouth about it and pretend it never happened. He just has to... Shit, I'ma beg on my knees and look at him with puppy eyes. He shouldn't be able to resist that.'

I sigh heavily. 'Now I'm thinking all these stupid crazy thoughts. Why, I ought'ta smack myself!'

I begin to put on some clothes in a hurry, grabbing whatever clothing I could get my hands on, from the chest of drawers beside my dresser. Then I take a comb from the dresser and run it through my almost-dry hair quickly, just wanting to get rid of some tangles.

I rush downstairs and notice that it's so dark now in the house and so quiet except for me footsteps. Nell must've had some dinner thingy somewhere. I go to check the answering machine in the kitchen before I leave and there in the middle of the kitchen counter I see a box-full of baked yummies.

Must be why Clark stopped by. "Shit, such great timing he has," I muttered sarcastically.

I grab one blueberry muffin and take a huge bite. Here's my dinner, thanks to Martha Kent who always makes delicious food. Clark must love all the hot home cooked meals and baked sweets. Nell didn't really enjoy spending too much time in the kitchen, which often left me to feed my own hunger pangs with mostly junk and take-out. I'm surprised that I could keep my weight on the light side as it is and my body on the slim-side as well. I sure hope it's in the genes.

The answering machine had a blinking light on so I pressed the button to retrieve any or all messages. Turns out there's only one. Nell's voice comes up telling me to keep the box of muffins and apple pies in the oven so she can re-heat them in the morning for her friends and new boytoy, James. - well the "boytoy" part wasn't Nell's words, purely mine, because that's how I see him as.

I do as Nell says and placed the box in the oven, finished what's left of the muffin I've been munching on and grabbed a cold bottled water from the fridge.

'So back to the task at hand. Gotta head over to the neighbor's house.'

As I walked toward the front door I caught a glimpse of my reflection on the mirror at the hallway. 'Well who cares if I'm in my pj's?'

I tugged the bottom of my red t-shirt over my red and white Snoopy pajama pants. I grimaced for a second, then slipped my feet in white tennis shoes and headed for the door. I didn't plan on staying to chitchat with Clark all night anyways.

I walked my way briskly toward the Kent Farm and as I approached the red barn across from the bright yellow house where the Kents reside, I noticed a figure standing by the window of the loft. The moon was shining brightly tonight and it's light beamed through that side of the barn.

'That must be Clark. Hmmm… I don't think I've ever been up there before,' I wondered.

It took about another three minutes before I fully reached the barn entrance. I go in and tread softly up the steps to the loft above where I saw Clark by the window. It's a little dark at first but my eyes got used to it pretty quickly and followed the beam of moonlight hitting the topmost steps. I continue to climb up carefully, trying not to slip nor make any major noise that would disturb Clark since I've come uninvited. I'm hoping that he's in a calm mood right now so it'll be easier to convince him to forget about what he witnessed at my home earlier.

I was concentrating on each step toward the top, keeping my head down. I had two more steps to go before the landing when I heard something that sounded like a low whisper of sorts. I decided to look up and my eyes immediately shot up wide with what I witnessed before me. A gasp slips out and I raise a hand over my mouth as fast as I could.

There, in the middle of a red couch a few steps by the loft window, Clark sat comfortably... his head tilted onto the back of the couch, his eyes shut, his mouth slightly open, and one hand lay right in between his legs. My mouth drops. I could not peel my eyes off of him, as I've never seen what I'm seeing in front of me before live – well, except for the sex scenes in R-rated movies, which I've only snuck out to watch once or twice, since I'm not allowed to watch anything more than PG-13, thanks to my over-protective Aunt Nell. And even then, those didn't really show "the whole thing".

This, however, the beauty of what my eyes are feasting on…

My flow of thought is suddenly cut off by another one of Clark's soft moans. I blink at least twice to make sure I'm not imagining this, what with all my crazy ramblings and panicked state of being earlier.

'Nope...it's real,' I tell myself.

I couldn't exactly see every inch of Clark's most private part since I'm standing at a disadvantaged angle, but the sight of him stroking himself more than makes up for it.

I'm truly enjoying this now. It's like one of my biggest fantasies brought to life – watching a guy, well it's even hotter that it's Clark Kent – relieve some tension by his lonesome. What a frickin' turn on! My body seemed to spark with electrifying heat boiling over from the tip of my toes up through my body, my neck and face as I continue to watch Clark. His hand lay on his middle region, grabbing the part of his anatomy that's so easily aroused, the source of endless hot love juice – for lack of a better description.

Shit, I cannot concentrate enough to even describe this but in cheesy detail. I shake my head and a guilty smile creeps up my face.

I could feel the wet gush of lust fluid drip onto my underwear and I continue to feel oh so hot and bothered as Clark's strokes become faster and his moans become a tad bit louder. I couldn't contain my excitement any longer… so I reach for my sensitive sweet spot with one hand and press on it firmly through my soaked panty. Just by that, a soft moan escapes my mouth.

Clearly Clark heard me, for he all of a sudden almost jumped up and out of the couch, pulled his underwear and pj's up to cover himself and frantically looked around the room for the source of the sound.

Oh crap! Well that was just slick ey Lana? mentally scolding myself.

I fully wanted to kick myself hard but I couldn't even make myself breathe let alone move, my feet feel like they're hopelessly stuck to the floor as my wide-eyed guilty gaze met that of Clark's. His green eyes are glowing like emeralds tossed in fire… I couldn't really tell if it's in anger or surprise, or both.

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Part 2 - Oh So Busted!

Now it's Clark's turn to get all rattled… How could he not, when Lana just witnessed him doing what most teenage boys with raging hormones do in private, more times than they'd publicly admit?

Even worse, no one has ever seen him do that, and not that he had intended to either! Given the fact that he does have perverted notions, most probably a little more intense than your "average human", doesn't mean that he's too carefree and all-out about it. Things of this nature is still something he'd rather keep private.

This time finding his voice, he murmured loud enough for her to hear. "Lana!" before she could begin to turn to leave and run out of there.

Lana also surprised herself by being able to utter words out of her mouth right away, given the current predicament.

"Clark! Oh my god, I… I didn't… mean to… I'm so sorry!", she croaked then licked her lips, her mouth so dry, her face inflamed into deep crimson, the exact same as Clark's was at the moment.

"Uhm…" she pauses for half a second and spun around to head down the steps.

"I think it's best that I leave right now." she blurts.

"Wait, Lana, don't. Maybe we should talk about…" Clark started but he stopped mid-sentence. As he got up he ran his right hand through his hair out of habit - usually incited every time he becomes a nervous wreck like he is right now. But then Lana continues to descend the steps, aiming to reach the exit of the barn as rapidly as she can.

Clark, however, having longer strides, was able to catch up to her at once. "Look…" he calmly began, as he reached for her right elbow gently, both of them immediately feeling the spark from the simplest touch of each other's skin. They simultaneously looked at where his hand was, then quickly he pulled back while at the same time she crossed her arms around her as if she was feeling cold.

"Uhm… I apologize for what happened earlier… at your house." He took a deep breath and , looked down at nothing in particular on the floor, too embarrassed to speak to her face to face.

"I swear it was not my intention to do that… you know… I mean, I went to your house because I delivered baked goods and… I was looking for you…because your Aunt Nell...uhm, she told me to... and then I heard you upstairs... and truly, I didn't mean to, but I couldn't look away… I-I'm sorry…" he rambles before taking another deep breath and sighs before continuing.

"…and then just now…" his face turned a notch redder, while pointing aimlessly up in the direction of the loft.

"I- uhm…you know…" he stammered.

"...oh God! this is embarrassing..." Gone was the calm tone he tried hard to maintain earlier, his head still bent down and once more he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Clark…" Lana decided to cut him off in his rambling. She couldn't look at him either, equally embarrassed.

She inhaled deeply before finishing, "You know what… maybe it's better for us to discuss this - this thing later... you know, like long after we both completely calmed down or something. Alright?" She took a quick look at him and moved down the steps hurriedly without another word, without turning back.

Clark figured it was best to let it go – for now.

"I- well, okay... yeah… another time then." His voice trailed off while his gaze followed her until she was out of sight. Then he deeply exhaled, as he needed badly, because it seemed like he held his breath the whole time Lana was there.

This "issue" definitely is something that won't fade away anytime soon. Clark thought and shook his head.

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The days become weeks and the weeks, into months...two months to be exact. Neither Lana nor Clark was ready to discuss things between themselves just yet. Not only did they purposely avoid each other, but also each tried the hardest not to be too obvious about it so no one would notice, thereby eliminating the need to explain anything to anyone.

It didn't help either that both shared a few of the same classes together. Uncomfortable would be the slightest word to describe it when the two of them are in the same vicinity.

However, despite all awkwardness, they both still could not help steal a few glances at each other. It was inevitable - both were drawn to each other like magnets, each often took a turn at secretly peering when the other wasn't looking. There were several times that they caught each other staring which made each of them gasp and then quickly proceeded to look elsewhere. It was so cute yet undeniably tense. Something's gotta give any minute now.

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Clark rushed to sneak into his usual seat - at the back of the classroom closest to the door. He was late again for his least favorite class of all, Introduction to Philosophy. This is the one and only course he blindly chose to add in his schedule since Chloe challenged him to "leap out of his comfy zone and venture on to unfamiliar territory".

"It doesn't hurt much to challenge your brain to function beyond it's normal limits every once in a while, Clark!" were her famous words. Ugh! And she didn't even take this class with me. She just likes to torture me for kicks. Clark analyzed.

The only good thing he gets out of this ho-hum class was a great view of Lana Lang. She's in the same class and she usually sits close to the front rows at the opposite side of the room, by the windows. From that angle Clark could easily stare at her gracious form nonchalantly. More so, Mr. Maurer, their teacher, so often stood close to the windows when he lectured, adding to Clark's "visual advantage".

Today, he noticed that Lana was looking especially fetching. Her hair was tied up with a simple red bow into a sleek ponytail, showing off her beautiful face and neck. Her thin v-neck red sweater and knee-length jean skirt complimented her slim shapely figure quite nicely. She crossed her legs while she continued to jot down notes from the teacher's lecture.

'Mmm… I could definitely take a bite of 'that', so scrumptious for every meal and every snack, daily.' Clark snickered quietly to himself.

Before his imagination could run deeper, Mr. Maurer's voice brought him back into the classroom, as his name was being called. Clark snaps out of his daydream and tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying.

"… will partner with Mr. Kent for this particular assignment." The teacher looks at him for a second and went on to call someone else. "Miss Morris, your partner shall be Mr. Matthews…"

"You all need to discuss all the different scenarios in detail and proceed to choose which path or actions you want to take. Your reports are due in three weeks. Good luck everybody."

'WHO? Who was I paired with…?' Clark wondered, obviously failing to hear and only catching the tail end of the teacher's ramblings. He hasn't even taken any notes whatsoever.

Just then the bell rings and everyone, including Mr. Maurer, rushed out in the direction of the doors - Friday rush of course, except for Clark who shrugs and looks around hoping that whoever his partner is would approach him and soon. He not only was clueless about his partner's identity, but also about what the class assignment entailed.

When he doesn't see anyone come up to him he decided to walk outside the classroom, looking at his every step intently. Guess I'll just have to find out for myself later or something. Clark didn't really care.

He continued to move slowly out of there. He didn't have to hurry anyways. This class was the last one for the day and he has nothing much to do after. Sure, he had a few chores at the farm but nothing that wouldn't take a few minutes to finish.

Friday nights like this one - and most weekends for that matter - are just lonely times for him. Usually after doing his chores, he'd just stay up his loft to listen to his favorite music, mostly thinking of who else but Lana, or on the most boring of nights - getting an early start on his assignments.

He didn't really hang out much anymore with his closest and only buddies, Pete and Chloe, except for study groups every now and then… plus the times they spent at The Torch office, finishing deadlines and such for the school paper.

Chloe had been too preoccupied with all kinds of things she considered "news-worthy" to add to The Torch, most of which contribute to her huge collection aptly called The Wall of Weird. As for "heart-worthy" stuff, she had recently found a new close pal to hang out with on her down time. His name is J. T. Thomas, the new Torch photographer who cannot seem to stop flirting with Chloe since she interviewed him for the position.

Pete, on the other hand, had recently been so busy devoting most of his time to the football team, plus a budding relationship with Vanessa Wallace, the girl he'd been pining for since he spotted her cute petite figure watching and cheering on his team during practice. Ok Pete's actual words to describe her: "The Bomb". Enough said.

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Clark decided to go up to his loft instead of heading straight for bed. His hair was still damp from the shower he took a few minutes earlier.

9 o'clock on a Friday night with nothing much to do. Oh joy... NOT! He thought sarcastically.

His parents already turned in, as they always did since they got up early daily to tend to the farm. He didn't want to sit in front of the t.v. surfing channel after boring channel until he fell asleep. He now sat in his chair facing his desk and reached over to put on his headphones and played one of his favorite CD's by Lifehouse. He leaned far back on the chair and began to rock it to the slow beat of the song, both hands resting behind his head while pushing his bare feet on the floor.

"Hellooo, Claaark…?" A familiar voice called him from the bottom of the loft, but of course he doesn't hear anything at this point.

"Claaaarkk…!" Lana fully intended to announce her presence. This time she made sure that the light was on before deciding to go in the barn and up to his loft. There she sees him rocking his chair slowly back and forth, with his headphones on, his back turned from her.

Nervously she approaches him and places one hand cautiously on his left shoulder causing Clark to jolt and look in her direction.

"Lana!" he cried out, wide-eyed clearly surprised.

"Holy shi-... Were you planning to scare me to death?" he unconsciously yelled as his headphones remained on his head, the music hissing. Then he realized it, laughing nervously before pulling the headphones off.

"Hi Clark," she chuckled before she continued. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that. I called out at least twice to warn you that I'm here but you had your headphones on." She points at them, now smiling.

'Whoa, she's actually here?… AND smiling at me!' Clark mused.

Returning half a smile, now he stared at her, anxious to know the purpose of her visit.

"Uhm… is it okay to talk? I mean, can we?… since I've already interrupted you anyways," she said, looking at him hopefully, her eyes shimmering.

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To be continued

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A/N #1: To those of you who actually bothered to make a comment, thank you so much! Luv all your feedback :D Please keep 'em coming.

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