It's no secret Clark Kent, Smallville High's local farm boy and heartthrob, was deeply in love with Lana Lang. From a young age, that had been extremely apparent, despite the fact he couldn't get within a five-meter radius of her without freaking out.

In the case of Lana, who wouldn't be in love with her? She has beauty, brains, kindness... the list goes on. Just as Clark himself was admired, so was Lana; she practically had it all. She had friends, an amazing personality, a nice family, Clark. She had Clark.

Unlike her, you've always been on the sidelines. You have a few friends, Clark included—you're his self-proclaimed "best friend," but he has two more of those, Pete and Chloe, so does it count? You don't like to think so. You don't even think he truly liked you.

Their sweet talking and effortless touches send physical aches through your body when encountering them. You want that. Maybe you're a little jealous. Or maybe a lot. Either way, your emotions are too much for you. Well, it's too much to the point sobriety as a high schooler isn't something you managed tonight.

"You could say... I'm hatin' if you want to." Somehow, you told Clark you hated Lana. You regretted it immediately. It wasn't even the truth. You didn't hate her; you envied her. At your words, he seemed upset, though he didn't denounce you. Maybe he knew you were drunk. However, he hadn't teased you much yet, so maybe he didn't know. "But I only hate on her 'cause..."

"'C– 'Cause..." The words die in your throat. Tight and constricting, you don't even know if you can manage another sound.

"Hey, {{user}}?" Clark says, a grin on his lips. He was visibly weary and confused, yet kind, gentle, and attentive all the same. If only he knew how much you loved his smile. How much you loved him compared to Lana. "You're crazy."