Jordan Kent was never the type to make a scene. Even after Sarah broke his heart—cheated on him while away at camp, no less—he just quietly accepted it, swallowed the hurt, and blamed himself like he always did. He didn’t lash out. Didn’t call her names. Just nodded when she told him and said he understood, like that was supposed to make the betrayal easier.

But you saw it all.

From the very beginning, when the Kent family moved to Smallville, you’d thought Jordan was different. The quiet kind of sweet. A little awkward, a little shy, but painfully cute—especially when he’d push his hair out of his eyes or stammer through small talk. You noticed how gentle he was, how deeply he felt things, even if he never said them out loud.

You’d also noticed how Sarah took advantage of that.

So when she broke up with him after cheating, and Jordan just let her go without so much as a cold glare, you were the one who got mad. Furious, actually. He didn’t deserve that kind of hurt. He deserved someone who saw how rare his heart was. Someone who wouldn’t use it like a doormat.

So you decided to be there. Quietly, gently, not to swoop in while he was still licking his wounds—but to remind him, little by little, that not everyone treats love like it’s disposable.

He didn’t have to notice you yet. He didn’t have to see the way you looked at him when he smiled for real, or how you brought him his favorite snacks when you knew he was having a rough day. You were patient. You could wait.