Chapter Three: Like Cinderella

Larisa

"So this, is it." Clarke waved off Max and Isabel who didn't seem like they wanted to leave us.

"We're just going to leave them?"

"They live here and nothing bad is going to happen. This isn't like Smallville you know." He responded.

"I know. I just … Will you guys be okay?" I wondered, really wanting to know more about them and make new friends since Lana didn't seem to like me being around all the time.

"We'll be fine." Isabel answered as Max smiled.

"Oh. Okay." I tried to mask my disappointment, which was evidently a failure because Max added, "We'll watch out for you at Roswell High."

"And save me from the aliens?" I joked back as he nodded and they continued disappearing further and further into the distance.

"Careful, he might think that you like him." Clarke commented as I we walked side by side.

"Shut up. I don't even know him." I protested, realizing how gorgeous Clark was and how I had him to himself. "So, how's Lana?" I wondered, getting straight to the point.

"What do you mean? We both rode over here with her."

"You know what I mean Clark. Jason or no Jason, she's totally into you." I paused. "In fact, all of the girls are. Tell me what it is they find so … appealing about you."

"I don't know. Maybe you could tell me." He responded, totally putting me on the spot.

"Well, for starters--" I began, but was saved by Chloe … and Lana.

"What are you two doing here? Did you let them get away?" Chloe wondered, standing in the middle of the two of us.

"Yeah, you two looked a little close." Lana stared me down as Clarke looked away, not liking all the attention he was getting.

"Why don't we all chill out and go home. We have a big day tomorrow." Clarke suggested while I nodded as Lana kept giving me evil looks and Chloe continued looking at Clarke desperately as if that was going to make him love her.

The Next Day…

"Liz, I need to talk to you," Max said, coming from behind a corner and following her into their next class.

"I thought you said all you needed to say Max. You can't be with me. I accept it and don't want to hear about it anymore." Liz responded, removing a pencil and her binder from her bookbag.

"You know that I didn't mean for us to quit our friendship. With this whole evacuation thing, we'd be better off if we stuck together." Max attempted to explain.

"Oh, so now it's okay if we stick together, Max?" Liz whipped around, her hair slinging across her left shoulder. "Last week you didn't even want to hear my name and now you want to be with me?"

"Liz, you're putting me on the spot here." Max muttered, as more and more people started to look in their direction. "I'm just trying to say that I don't want anything to happen to you. We're stronger together--"

"Is this seat taken?" Larisa wondered, taking the seat on the right side of Max.

"No, go ahead." He responded, distractedly, as Liz turned back around. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Max whispered again this time talking to the back of Liz's head.

"I think I do." She gave Larisa one quick look over and focused her attention on Mr. Smith who had actually managed to make it to class on time.

"Liz. Please."

"I have to admit that this is the most normal my life has been since that meteor shower." Chloe expressed to Clark, getting over whatever it was that had made her and Lana a little upset with him.

"I know what you mean. It feels great to be here." Clark smiled, still keeping his eyes peeled for something suspicious. "So, um, where's Lana, if I may ask."

"You may." Chloe looked down, embarrassed that she had ever let her jealousy get in the way of their friendship. "She said that she was coming here on her own … I think she just needed a little time to think."

"Oh." He retorted, instantly spotting the girl he had met at the mall yesterday. "I think I'm going to try and find my locker."

"I'll meet you in Homeroom then, okay?" Clark nodded and was off before Chloe could even ask which way to go.

Unlike everyone else, Clark couldn't just enjoy their "vacation" and have a normal existence. Something was responsible for that chemical spill and it was connected to Roswell … somehow. He just hadn't figured it out yet.

Isabel looked around, sliding into an empty hallway and into an abandoned room where Michael was waiting for her. Clark waited outside the door, scanning the room with his X-Ray vision, but not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

"I had a dream last night that something was going to happen." Isabel began.

"And?" Michael urged.

"And it's bad Michael. I saw mom and dad … There was this new power and … we've got to stop them."

"Do you think those new kids know anything about it?" He wondered.

"Probably not, but there have been thousands of evacuees. The Skins will probably use this as an opportunity to align with the source and"

"Take over." Michael finished for her. "Have you told Max?"

"No. I don't want him to worry. My powers will return to normal soon enough." Isabel reassured him.

"But what if they don't? You can't even control when they happen anymore." Michael insisted.

"Don't push me." Isabel closed her eyes as one of the light bulbs in the room burst and went out.

"See?"

"If I can just stay calm until we get home, I'll be able to figure this out."

"And until then?" Michael urged.

"We'll lay low. There's so much chaos going on in Roswell that no one will notice us." Isabel stood up and reached for the door as Clark jetted into the nearest restroom. "Funny … I thought I heard something." Isabel added, noticing that the only evidence of foul play was the little thing inside her called a conscious that was telling her something wasn't right.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone was here."

(A/N: Thanks to some nice and "helpful" reviews, I've tried to make this chapter better, but it's still a work in progress. STAY WITH ME HERE and try to REVIEW! –NL)

TO Come …

Clark is onto the Aliens

Larisa's secret is revealed at a costume dance … but whose side is she on?

Everyone gets one step Closer to the Roswell-Smallville connection