This is just a lil AU. Cirrus isn't insane, just mistaken. Let me know if I spelled his name wrong. Swats a plot bunny. Sorry. These stupid fuzz-balls just don't know when to back off. A whole room full of plot bunnies burst through the door. Stupid lil...
DISCLAIMER: Pines away.
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"Maybe that's why he's trying so hard to win friends and influence people," I outwardly make a crack at the new kid. But on the inside, I'm hoping he'll make at least one friend here. I'mthe end-all be-all of being different, and I have friends. It wouldn't be right if he didn't just because he's a little weird and is going to move.
Pete and Chloe roll their eyes and Pete says bye to her as she walks off somewhere. The two of us turn back to our "clock-work oranges" science project. A few seconds later, I hear a lot of ruckus coming from the corner where Nate, Kyle and Jake- three of the Smallville's rudest jocks- were working on their science project. Great. They're picking on Cirrus. Way to welcome the new kid.
Kyle grabs Cirrus's headphones off his head and taunts him about what he's listening to. When Cirrus retorts, Kyle knocks his headphones out of Cirrus's grasp, and they hit the floor with a clatter. Jake grabs the thing Cirrus was making for his science project, and tosses it to Kyle, starting a round of Keep-Away.
"Don't damage my transmitter!" The new kid cries out. Time to interfere.
I walk up, between Jake and his two friends. "Guys, why don't you just leave him alone?" It's more of an order than a question. Kyle walks up to me, and stands on his tiptoes, getting right in my face. It bothers him that he's shorter than me, and we both know it does.
"Stay out of it, Kent," he says, with agreements from his friends half-drowned in the noise of the busy lab.
Unexpectedly, Cirrus reenters the fray. "I don't wanna hurt you, Kyle. Just gimme my transmitter back."
"Get outta here, freak," Nate says searingly. I hate it when people call others a freak. I guess because I know I'm the biggest freak of all, and I don't want to be dubbed that.
Kyle throws Cirrus into a table. I sigh as the three jock-jerks high five each other. Too late to do anything about that now, and I can't fight him without drawing attention to myself. Speaking of which, I'm starting to sense the stares on me that are coming from every corner of the science lab. I ignore the feeling. I've got Cirrus's transmitter under one arm; with my free hand I reach down and help him up. I give the laughing jocks a slight glare, silently conveying my disgust at them.
"Awww, he's crying," one of the jerks says with fake pity.
"That's right; go home to Momma," says another, as I start to lead Cirrus in the opposite direction. Again he surprises me, this time by turning around and glaring at the three jerks. Behind them, the peg-board holding some of the tools for class bursts into flames. I have to resist the urge to rub at my eyes.
Is he Kryptonian, like me?
Hell, that doesn't matter. Is he an alien, like me?
My breath catches in my throat at the possibility. Maybe I'm not alone.
"Now leave me alone!" Cirrus exclaims tohis shocked and bewildered tormentors before turning away and walking off.
I can't follow. My feet are frozen in place. My eyes can't stop roaming the burning peg-board. Hope fills me, more hope than I've felt since I found out I'm an alien.
If Cirrus is like me, then... I'm not alone.
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