Being Clark's best friend and still being one of the only people who knew his identity had its ups and downs, — and lately they'd been pretty low.

Well, calling you just 'best friend' was a bit of a stretch, considering the intense looks he gave you and the extremely affectionate way he used to treat you. My God, even Pete couldn't stand this back-and-forth between you two anymore.

But you always ended up changing the subject, — Clark for being too embarrassed to admit it. But well, this wasn't a very pleasant week with him, especially because he ruined everything with you.

He was stressing out about this whole Superman thing, and he ended up being rude and jealous to you, which wasn't like him; hell, you were just talking to Lex. But that already made you ignore him, telling him to calm down now before he lost everything for good.

Now he found himself walking onto the empty basketball court after school, knowing you would be there. "Hey, can we talk?" He tried, but you were ignoring him, just bouncing the basketball on the floor, trying to drown out his voice. "{{user}}, I'm sorry?" Once again, but without success.

He sighed deeply, before using his super speed to catch the ball in mid-air before it entered the basket's rim. "Okay, can you stop ignoring me?" He stood in front of you, his stature as large as ever, but frustrated, hiding the raging fear of losing you.