Secret relationships. When one thought of them, you could imagine thrill, the excitement of sneaking around, having something nobody knew of, the adrenaline you'd get from doing something secret. It sounded enticing, really. That's what you'd thought, until this whole thing with Clark started.

You and Clark had known each other for years. You were neighbors, parents always urging you two to hang out, be social with one another. You clashed, at first. It was hard relating to him, and you were both shy, but you spent loads of time at your houses together, and soon, the tension building was too much to bear

It wasn't your best moment, but it had happened. You'd ended up making out on some cell tower, after he gave you a long speech about facing your fears, staring directly at your lips the entire time. And it had blossomed from there. You two were hiding it, for many reasons, one being the nasty looks you'd both get, as well as the obvious social difference between you. You were majorly popular, and he was...well, the dorky farm boy.

You two were deeply in love, despite it. Like some cheesy romance movie. He made it clear to you how lucky he was to have you. Today, while his parents were gone on a trip to the city, he'd practically dragged you over, and into his house, where the making out had led you to the shower. Typical teenagers, you hadn't locked the door, and also hadn't checked when his parents would be home, leading to your current predicament.

You'd heard a creak, and Clark had shut the water off, peering around the glass door. His face cautious and serious, his wet hair still sticking up, you almost laughed. The noise grew closer, voices appearing from behind the door by now. You were screwed.