The Girl Who Loved Clark Kent

CHAPTER 13: pt 2 .... FINALE

Swallowing my scream, I nodded. Eyes bluer than Clark's stared back at me. The man that looked back at me was devastatingly beautiful.

"If I remove my hand, will we be good?" I nodded. "Good. Care for some help? You really shouldn't be in this area. I mean, it is restricted." This strange man nodded in the direction of a sign.

Sign read: DO NOT ENTER

I sighed. "Well, I suppose that's what I get for day dreaming. I can make my own way though. Thank you..." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm Oliver Queen."

I nodded. "Oh. Well, thank you. I can make my way from here." I walk around him and keep looking straight even though I feel his eyes staring back at me. A few blocks away he comes up next to me and starts walking close by.

"Yes?" I turn, startling him.

"I didn't get catch your name." He looked at me expectantly. I stood, staring. Mr. Oliver Queen. Seriously?

"My name?" The famous playboy of America wants MY name? I laughed shakily. Shaking my head, my mumble, "Kate Star."

"Kate Star. What a pretty name you've got." His smile damn near melted me. "Mind if took you home?" He waited for my squeal I'm sure but i just smiled.

"No thank you." I threw out my hand on the busy avenue and waited for a cab When one pulled up to the curb. "I've got it from here."

"Mind if we meet again, Ms. Star?" He asked opening the door for me.

"When a playboy like yourself asks a girl to 'meet again' it only means one thing. And, unfortunately, I'm not really interested. But thank you for that lovely compliment." I got in the cab.

"I'd like to think I'm not like that anymore. I've slowed down quite a bit in my antics. But perhaps we'll bump into one another again. It's not that big of a city." He smiled at me and closed the door. As the cab pulled away i looked back and watched as he stood on the curb and watched as the cab pulled away.

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"Thank you." I got out of the cab and ran smack into Clark's chest.

"Nice of you to finally make it home." He smiled.

I brushed his hands off my arms and stepped away from him. "Oh, is it now? You didn't seem to care so much this morning. Mr. Kent."

The hurt in his eyes LOOKED real, but then again so did his interest in me. "I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't know what you would remember, if anything at all."

"I don't care. I know you heard me calling after you this afternoon. Yet, you just completely ignored me. Rejections hurt, Kent. You of all people should know that."

"Kate, you have to understand what it is like in that alternate dimension. I was completely unsure if he erased the last few weeks from your mind. I didn't reject you. I was trying to put off talking to you as much as possible because ..." He trailed off and looked away.

"Because what, Clark?" I sighed heavily.

As he looked at me and took his time trying to explain himself, I had an epiphany. More like my heart and my head finally came to terms with my feelings about Clark Kent. I didn't love him. The crush i had on him was epic. The hot kiss we shared in that alternate universe was something I will take with me forever, but Clark is just as much a human as I am. He is as breakable and reachable as me. As a person, Clark Kent is kind, beautiful, and while he thinks and is helpful towards others he is extremely single-minded. I looked up at him and placed my hand on his beautifully carved chest.

"Clark, you don't love me. You may like me as a person and think Im pretty or whatever, but you love- i mean LOVE- Lois and no one is going to take her place in your heart. While i just came to the realization that you're a good person, you're a human like the rest of us. My crush on you, while everlasting, is just that. A crush. We are so not compatible, Clark Kent. I am a dreamer and you save the world." I smiled warmly at him.

Clark just looked at me , confused for a moment and then hugged me tightly to his chest. I squeezed back and stepped away. "I'll see you at work tomorrow Mr. Kent."

"Wait, Katie." His hand encircled my wrist and he pulled me to him. He bent down until his lips pressed gently to mine. That once heated spark that ignited at his stare, was just a warm flame in my chest. He lifted his head and said, "You are something else, Kate Star." With an heartbreaking smile he stepped away and into the street. 

My love for Clark Kent, the reporter, the human, the non-superman-fun loving-person was not love anymore. The girl who loved Clark Kent was no more.