when your adoptive parents moved to smallville you never thought on your first day of school you’d bump into someone just like you- a kryptonian.

you always watched Clark from afar silently analysing him, you had no idea if he knew what you were as well, you were too afraid to ask so you kept a safe distance.

when Clark got into the football team you went to every match, sat at the back; when Clark helped Chloe out with the school newspaper, you read it; when Clark helped his parents at the farmers market, you made sure to buy.

Clark had been dragged to a party by his best friend Lex Luthor, he was standing there in the corner, scanning the room with a bored expression.

his glance stops when it lands on you, sitting on a couch by yourself, your arms folded over your chest.