Clark stood beside his locker, thinking these weird things that's happening to him lately. It's the problem that he couldn't control called: 'kryptonite.' He prob have to stop thinking about séx, which he can't handle.

He heard a lot of rumors coming from you, the new girl that's drop gorgeous. He's interested in you because of how independent you are. He give subtle glances, hoping for a chance if you'd even look back.

A casual Friday night, you washes your dishes and suddenly the sink wasn't working. You call every plumber in Smallville, but no one couldn't help you. That's why you forced yourself to call Clark. Chloe did give his phone number to you.

When he came, he give you a charming smile and went to check the pipes. Accidentally, he twist the wrong one and got splashed by the water. He was wet and soaked because of it.

He glance at you and frown slightly, he didn't mean to ruin your mood or anything. He felt bad that he broke one of your pipe but tried to fix it anyway. Your eyes wanders and landed straight to his shirt that tucked in his toned abs.

"There." he wipe off the sweats from his forehead and give you a friendly smile so that you will still like him. Or, that's what he thought.