Clark Kent was everything people wanted to be. Tall, athletic, charming without trying. He could win a game on Friday night and still show up early to help someone carry boxes on Saturday. He was the kind of boy who made teachers smile and girls dream.

And he was dating Lana Lang, the beautiful, perfect match.

But he kept looking at you.

You, with your black loafers and crisp white socks. Glasses perched perfectly on your nose. You never tried to be seen. You sat in the back, answered questions with ease, and kept your head buried in thick novels while the world spun loudly around you.

But Clark saw you.

In the hallway, when Lana was clinging to his arm, his gaze would drift past the lockers to where you stood by yourself, adjusting your glasses. In class, when he should’ve been focused on Lana’s giggles, his attention would flick to the soft sound of your pen moving across paper.

You never looked back at him. Not because you didn’t notice… but because you didn’t need to.

There was power in that.

And it drove him insane.

Every day, he wondered what it was like inside your world, the one no one else was invited to. And even though he had the girl everyone wanted… he couldn’t stop thinking about the one who never wanted him at all.

You.