Author" Wasted and Ready

Rating: M.

Warnings: Slash and mpreg.

Disclaimer: not mine.

The Prologue:

Christopher Dawning's

I am only sixteen years old. I am so lucky I look much older than I am or that fake ID never would have worked. I am sitting in a dark, dank apartment on the dark side of Metropolis all by myself. My belly is swollen and protrudes out from me. My ribs are sore from where I was being kicked earlier. Maybe I should start at the beginning.

Clark was a new student at Christopher Dawning's School For Boys. A woman with red lips and red heels that went click, click, click all down the hall way that led him into a classroom full of boys ages 16-17.

"Excuse me, Mr. Owens… I have a new student here for you. This is Clark Kent, transferred here straight from California."

"Ah!" Exclaimed Mr. Owens, peering at Clark through wire rimmed spectacles. He was certainly eccentric. His tie was electric blue and his hair went every which way, reminding Clark of Albert Einstein. His redish-orangeish pants stopped short a few inches above his ankles. "Aspire to be an actor, do you, Mr. Kent?"

"Um, no sir." Clark mumbled, a little confused. A few boys around the room snickered.

"And what is it you aspire to be, Mr. Kent?"

"I don't know quite yet, sir."

"Have you no interests?"

"No, sir…I mean, yeah I do. I like astronomy… and reading, I guess."

"Astronomy! Astronomy!" Mr. Owens wailed, throwing his hands up into the air. "A noble science if I ever heard one! We shall discuss alien life at another time, Mr. Kent." Mr. Owens quickly shuffled the red lipped lady out of the room and pushed Clark into a nearby desk. "We were just discussing Eisenhower's policies…you see, after WWII…."

Clark glanced around the room, some boys were taking notes but most were just lazing about either whispering to each other or sleeping. All seem to have lost interest in the newcomer. Clark was startled when his eyes landed on a boy with dark blue eyes and rosy lips. But most shocking of all, he was completely bald. Normally, Clark would have found that a little disturbing but the look really suited him.

The boy turned his head and made eye contact with Clark. Clark took a sharp intake of breath and looked away. His insides turned with embarrassment.

I am in my dorm room now, settling in. My roommate Max Turnwell didn't seem all that bad. He simply told me not to touch his things and not to tell any administrators about his smoking pot in the dorms and he wouldn't bother me either. Seemed like a fair deal, considering he could totally kick my ass.

I tacked a picture of me and my best friend onto the cork board. The picture was of Ali and me in her dorm room at my old boarding school. I broke her heart when I told her I had been expelled and was leaving for Kansas. I'll have to call her soon.

There was a knock on the door and I turned from Ali's smiling face to see the bald headed kid standing at my door. Just… looking at me.

"Mind if I come in?" He said smoothly, his right foot sliding forward a few inches teasingly.

"Sure." I half-whispered. Something about him was completely awe inspiring.

He walked in, looking at my things strewn out on my bed and the few pictures I had up of my family and Ali.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"No, just a friend."

"I see." He looked around a little more. I took the opportunity to study him for a moment. His skin was smooth and pale. He had a narrow face with a slim, pointed nose. His eye lashes were rather long and his lips were full. I was still staring at his lips when he looked at me again. I gave an awkward clearing of my throat.

"California, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Why come out to Kansas?" The boy asked, sitting down on Max's desk chair. I hoped Max wouldn't mind.

"Well, I had to leave my old school. My parents decided to send me here, because my uncle went here too. They thought my life might be… simpler out here." I explained carefully, trying to dodge certain questions.

"I wouldn't count on your life getting simpler… it can get pretty crazy here, too." He smirked. I just shrugged.

"Why did you have to leave your old school?" Damn.

"Technically, I was expelled. Just um, personal problems."

"Right." He said standing up again. "I'll see you around, Kent."

He sauntered out and I was left with a dream like feeling. What was that boy's name?

I went down to mess hall for dinner and stood in the doorway. I saw Max sitting at a table full of boys and somehow didn't think he would like it very much if tried to sit with him.

I saw some boys from Mr. Owen's class but my insides turned with embarrassment at the idea of approaching them. I found a less intimidating candidate. A small looking boy with blonde hair and some paint on his uniform was sitting at a table all by himself. I walked up with a friendly smile.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked politely.

He looked at me with surprise. I got the feeling people didn't ask to sit with him very often, or ever for that matter.

"No."

I sat down and dug into my mac 'n' cheese.

"So, what's your name?"

"Jack."

"I'm Clark. I'm new here."

"Oh." He looked at me calculatingly for a minute before finally giving a small smile.

We chatted about California, The Decemberists and Lord of the Rings before Jack suddenly said:

"Clark, you don't have to be sitting with me."

"What?"

"I get it, you're new here. You don't really know anyone. But you could easily sit with anyone here. You don't have to eat with the geeky kid. Hell, I'm sure even Luthor would let you eat with him."

"But I like talking to you. I don't care what they think. Why don't they like you?"

"Well, I'm younger. I am the youngest guy here. I'm only fourteen. They don't want a little kid tagging along everywhere."

"That's stupid," Clark said, rolling his eyes. "I'm younger too, I'm only fifteen."

"What grade did you skip?"

"Seventh. I was just so bored. But eighth wasn't much of a challenge either but I didn't want to move up again."

"Yeah, I skipped fourth and sixth. I regret it sometimes. I think I would be happier if I had stayed with my class."

"Well, I'm here now. We youngsters can stick together."

Jack smiled and ducked his head shyly.

I spent all night in Jack's dorm. We played old school games on his Nintendo 64 like Mario Party and Super Smash Brothers.

He told me a bio on most of the guys in Dawning's. He said Max was usually a real hard ass and I should probably get on his good side. He told me Mr. Owen was completely insane but all the guys loved him anyway. And he told me about Lex Luthor. A guy who apparently, ruled the school with ease. He was the bad ass of the school, the guy everyone wanted to accepted by. He said that even though every guy practically worshipped him, he barely had any friends.

"He seems kind of lonely, not that I give a shit. He is a total asshole. He shoved me down a flight of stairs once. And he told all the guys he saw me jacking off in the shower while looking at him. Which is totally not true!" The ending of his sentence came out more as a yell.

"I believe you," I said soothingly. "That guy is a prick, you shouldn't let him bother you."

"Yeah." He mumbled darkly, sending my Jiggly Puff flying with a kick. "He is a prick."