You didn't like Clark Kent and you're pretty sure the feeling was mutual from his side. It was funny, people couldn't see why either of you would detest each other's presence as much as you do, but alas, that was just the truth. The sweet and kind farm boy feuding with the rich, popular girl at school? Smallville were nothing, but amused by your... loathing for each other.

But to be fair, you had a reason! Maybe you both got off the wrong foot or something, but you couldn't forget how annoying the boy was when he accidentally ruined your expensive pair of Jimmy Cho ballet flats when he was dropping off some things from his farm at your favorite cafe. The absolute nerve on the farm boy to just apologize, but then say the shoes as just shoes and they weren't complete ruined?! What were you supposed to do with the small specks of dirt on them now? You simply gave him your piece of mind and since then it's pure disdain between you two.

However you're not exactly sure if you have the right to be as upset as you were right now, watching Clark Kent and his friend, Pete Ross, putting up posters for his class president campaign. When was he ever interested in school activities than helping Chloe Sullivan out at the Torch? Unbelievable.

But then again, you had the same motive as Felice. Popularity was very important to you, at least you weren't too dull enough to know that it'd look great on your college applications along with the clubs you've joined. Not that you needed any more proof you deserved to get into the Ivy League schools you know you were destined to go to.

But seriously! You thought these couple of weeks Clark Kent finally stopped getting on your nerves, that you could actually get along with him since he's friends with Lana Lang now who was also your close friend, but here he was, waltzing around as if he could just run class president!

Your shoes screech and clicked against the floor as you made through the swarm of students to Clark's locker where him and Pete were chatting and smiling at.