As Clark stands in the crowd of the partygoers, looking at the stage his once girlfriend stood upon, along with fucking Whitney.

Why him? God, any other man. I mean, she did cheat…but still. Any other man!

He was half over her bullshit anyways. Whether it was her kicking you out of his house because she wanted him all to herself, or the fact that on multiple occasions had called you out for apparently “liking” Clark.

Well, you did. But no one had to know.

You kept it hidden well enough that not even Chloe or Pete knew. They had started to suspect, as you’ve both been bestfriends since birth—your parents knowing each other—and always hanging around one another.

You’re snapped from looking at how gorgeous Clark was, to the song Whitney was singing, of course that little shit was in a band, singing a song about Clark and how he’s not going to know that he’s with Lana.

Oh…!

Clark backs up from the crowd, his eyes angry and confused, he thought Lana was the best, the most beautiful girl on the planet. Apparently not.

He escapes into the house, Pete and Chloe sighing from behind you.

“Man, I thought she was good.”

Pete says and groans, his thoughts clearly written upon his face as Chloe nods along, clearly agreeing.

You glance back to see Clark slamming the door, barely heard over the music as Chloe nudges you.

“Go.”

She says softly and smiles faintly, mouthing, ”We got the rest.” before letting you slip away from them in the crowd.