Luck // Clark Kent

Please

        Right now, I don't know if he was really serious on convincing me. I was watching him on his workplace and he still glances at her at some point, but not as always as he used to do. Not in a way that he would glance around and just found her in his view, but the way he looked at her.

        It happened before, and I didn't acknowledge it. Then it happened again. And Again. And Again. Until I can't take it. It has been weeks. He was indeed avoiding her. But the way he actually looked at her. I get jealous and unhappy. Mad and insecure. Even if he seems to put or leave some of the little presents. Teas and flowers. Kisses and hugs. They just seemed meaningless, and I feel so hopeless.

        I felt myself feel down at the sight of catching him doing that. I was watching him because I was appreciating his face and thinking why I fell for him, and I noticed the interaction he has given to Lois.

        Why won't he just get over her and realize that she doesn't really love him, unlike the way I do.

        "She is the first person I love."

        I sighed and went to get some tea in the pantry, peering on the doorway to see Clark. Ever since I have given him a chance during New Year, I can't help but always gaze at him. And the thought kept on repeating on my mind. "I am the second option then?"

        I let out another sigh, deeper. Then I rubbed my face, taking a deep breath. I was exhausted from work. And I needed a break. I took my tea after I've done preparing it, walking out the door. I decided since I'm taking a break that I should print my documents as I waited.

        I padded to the office, clicking on the 'print' and went to the printer that was near Clark's workplace. There was no specific reason why I chose that place, it was the nearest. I stood there as I stayed put, contemplating about my life if Clark and I have been a real couple, and have been happy with each other. I was happy. But it wasn't enough. I gave my love for him. But he's looking at someone else.

        My back was facing his place, I stared down my drink. Having second thoughts if I should glance once more at him. I turned around and my body crashed into someone else, making me spill half of my tea on the person's shirt.

        I gasped, "I'm so sorry!" I quickly put down my cup on someone's table and reached for a tissue somewhere at a desk of someone who I don't know. Dabbing into his shirt as if it would remove the stain from it.

        "It's fine. It's just a shirt, Lauren."

        I looked up to an unfamiliar face, stopping in patting his chest, "How do you know my name?"

        He laughed, "Come on, the person who has her own personal office? Everyone knows who you are."

        "Everyone? I'm mostly ignored."

        "Well, before my first encounter with you, which is now, by the way, you actually look like a bitch." He smiled, "But that's just your outer look. You don't just judge someone. " He looked down on his blue shirt and swiping the soaked part as if it was just a dust.

        I glanced at it, pursing my lips, "Let me treat you as my apology."

        "I told you. It's fine. I have an extra shirt in my bag."

        "I insist. I was stressed and exhausted, I wasn't looking that time. And I even feel bad right now."

        He smiled softly, "Alright. I'm Steven, by the way. A Friend of Ethan."

        "Is that how you knew me? And how did you know I'm friends with him?"

        "No. I already knew you before he came back. And I noticed you talking to him weeks before Christmas."