Clark wasn't really the type to dig around in your stuff. Yeah, of course he was protective of you, like every other best friend would be, but he'd never gone this far.

You'd left your computer open for only minutes in the room dedicated to The Torch, your school's newspaper. When you came back in the room, he was sitting there, your email on the screen. His jaw was tight, his knee bouncing. You knew an argument was about to start, and you weren't sure why.

"Do you care to explain, or should I?" He asks, sharply