(A/N: Thank you AD and Guest for the reviews, glad you're enjoying! And, out of curiosity, AD, what did you mean when you wondered if Mar would trigger red K like in SV? Alicia in the Vegas eppy, Red Clois in Crimson, or Jessie from te very first time Clark gets under the influence of red K?)

Jon's pov

After a while, I heard a knock on my door despite the silent stream of tears flowing down my cheeks, head pressed to my knees. Since I had no way of seeing who was at my door, being that I did not have x-ray vision or any powers really, I cleared my throat to steady my voice, which had been affected by the crying, and spoke

"Who's there?"

To my relief, my twin answered

"It's me. You ok? Can I come in?"

We had never been able to keep secrets from each other, and had always managed to find solutions to our problems together, so I wasted no time in opening the door. He sized me up and took in my puffy and red eyes in about half a second and quickly engulfed me in a hug, closing the door behind us, back in my room again. Both of us perched on my bed, he looked at me with worry and compassion and asked

"What happened? Is something wrong with Eliza?"

Just the sound of her name again made me tear up all over again, and my brother quickly hugged me, letting myself get a grip on my literally overflowing emotions before I was able to reply, still in his comforting embrace

"Sh-she dumped me. I thought, I... I really thought we could make it work..."

He sighed, comforting hand on my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic squeeze

"Jon... I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say. I'm here if you need anything."

I managed a small smile

"Thanks, Jord. That's exactly what I needed to hear. I don't want or need empty promises of feeling better or being ok in some distant future, just navigating this hard time with you by my side is better than trying to reach a faraway happy ending."

We stayed in a comforting silence, enjoying each others' presence, until we heard our parents get home. Knowing I had decided to just tell them what had happened instead of having my Mom go investigative reporter on me or my Dad try to hold on to his 'no eavesdropping' promise, my twin spoke

"Want some backup? Or just company when you tell them?"

I smiled at him

"I'd love that. Thanks so much."

He smiled back at me

"What are twins for?"

And with that, we made our way to the kitchen, where our parents were. I was wondering who would react to my obviously post-crying face first, but did not anticipate both of them reacting at the same time. Both of them threw their arms around me in a hug, my Dad pulling me as close as possible without hurting me, and my Mom dropping kisses here and there on the crown of my head. Dad brushed some stray tears away from my face and asked

" What's going on, Jon?"

Eyes laced with worry, Mom added

"How can we help?"

Glancing at Jordan and gaining strength from his small but encouraging nod, I sighed

"Eliza dumped me. I really thought we were going to go the distance. It just hurts so much, I was so blindsided... Of everything and everyone I have been losing since we got here, I never thought I could lose Eliza..."

They looked honestly shocked, having expected this no more than I had, and quickly scooped me in their protective and comforting embraces, whispering encouraging words in my ears. Honestly, it was more their touch that was helping me. I felt safe, like no matter how many things were hurting me so much right now, in their arms I could rest, be at ease, at peace. No disturbances, no distractions, no pain, no danger. If I could only stay like that forever... But I knew I couldn't. Sigh... Eventually, I found myself falling asleep.

The next day, Jordan and I were talking with Sarah, Tag and a few of our other friends at school when our principal approached us. Part of me wanted to immediately loudly proclaim I was innocent, but no innocent person does that unprompted. So we just waited to see what he was going to say. The worst part was that he was, or at least seemed to be, staring right at me. His words brought me out of my internal panic and almost into external panic

"Mr. Kent. May I speak to you?"

A feeling of dread at the pit of my stomach, I managed to nod

"Yes, sir."

He then walked with me a bit further away, not doing my present nerves any favors. Thankfully, his words put me at ease

"You are not in trouble. I just wanted to ask you to show our new student around."

Relief flooding through me, I nodded

"Of course."

Just then a girl with a bored expression on her face, or at least an expression that just said she was done with all of this exited the principal's office. She smiled at me

"I'm Mar. You're Jonathan Kent, right?"

I found it weird that she already knew my name and surname, yet would not eve offer up her first name, just a nickname. Nonetheless, I shot the secretive newcomer a smile

"That's me. Nice to meet you, Mar."

Curious as I was for an actual name and surname, I was not going to push for more than what she was willing to give me. And, even if my heart still ached for Eliza and I was still processing and mourning the dumping that had occurred just the day prior, I could not deny that Mar had this beauty about her that was the perfect blend of internal and external. She had chocolate eyes and a light brown complexion, almost milk-chocolate. Her wild and luscious curls bounced about with no reprimand, and a few locks stood out, having been dyed with the alternating colors green and white. She seemed like someone who would make a cool friend to hang out with. She broke the silence

"Let's compare schedules."

Once our phone screens were open to the tab on the school website that contained our schedules, we found them to be identical. Cool. I smiled

"Awesome. Guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."

She smiled back

"Yep. See you around."

I nodded

"Sounds like a plan. I gotta get to football practice though."

And after we traded goodbyes, I was off to meet up with Dad and Jordan on the field.

Mar's pov

My phone began to ring shortly after Jonathan had left, and I sighed when I saw the caller ID. Of course. I answered on the third ring, and listened to the other end of the line ask the question I had heard as an instruction a million times before and replied, with a twinge of annoyance at the repetitive nature of the instruction-turned-question

"YES, Dad. I'm keeping an eye on Jonathan Kent."