Clark was excited when the bell FINALLY rang for the end of the day. Lex was picking him up, and they were goanna catch a movie. He moved out with the rest of the class to wait to be picked up.
Suddenly Clark felt overwhelmingly sick. He looked around and expected to see Lana, but instead he saw Whitney walking towards him. He inwardly groaned. 'Did Lana HAVE to loan him the necklace again?'
Soon the quarterback was in front of him. "What are you doing here, Kent?"
Barely able to stand, it took everything Clark had to inject a bit of strength into his voice. Apparently making Clark the Scarecrow was not enough revenge for Whitney. He had picked up a constant harassment of the farmboy. "Waiting for my ride, same as you."
"Well, wait somewhere else."
Clark sighed. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with this, and he really needed to get away from the meteor rock, but he didn't have a choice. "We all have to wait over here."
Whitney shoved his shoulder, and, in his weakened state, Clark fell back onto the hard pavement of the parking lot with an unpleasant thud. "Does it seem like I care?"
From his position on the ground, Clark heard quick, decisive footsteps moving in his direction before he was looking up at the concerned face of one Lex Luthor. "Are you okay, Clark?"
He needed to get away from the meteor rock, then he would be alright. "I'm fine, Lex." Clark's eyes darted to the glowing green rock dangling from Whitney's neck, and Lex nodded slightly, showing him he understood.
An icy glare settled into Lex's eyes as he turned to the kid who shoved Clark. Whitney. The high school quarterback. The same one that decided Clark would make a good Scarecrow. Lex's anger intensified. His tone was icy. "Listen to me now. You are extremely lucky that Clark here is as nice as he is, or I would have seen you in jail already for the Scarecrow incident. Kidnapping is a federal offence, you know? This is strike two. You so much as look at him in a menacing way again, and I will not hesitate to bring you down. Am I clear?"
Whitney swallowed. He glanced from Lex to Clark then back again. Deciding it was not worth it, and that he could easily intimidate Clark into not telling Lex next time he messed with him, he nodded and went to catch his ride. Lex turned back to Clark and helped him up. He led him to his Porsche before addressing him, not wanting any prying high school ears to hear the conversation. "Are you sure you're alright. That god damn necklace..."
Clark nodded. "I'm fine, really. You didn't have to do that, Lex."
Lex rolled his eyes. "You say that every time I do something to help you out. I'm your friend, Clark. What do you want me to do, sit there and wait in the car until he's finished pushing you around?"
Grinning, Clark said, "Thanks, Lex." He didn't bother to mention that his problems with Whitney are probably far from over.
He started the engine, a small frown on his face. "I really wish you'd let me do something about him."
"It's fine," Clark sighed. "It's easy to deal with when he doesn't have the necklace, and Lana only loans it to him when they have really big games. My powers give me a bit of an advantage."
Nodding reluctantly, Lex returned his full attention to the road. He was much more careful driving after hitting Clark with his car. Even if he couldn't ACTUALLY hurt his best friend, it still made him sick to think about.
Whitney looked around before grinning, spotting Kent going to his locker. It was timed perfectly for him to be able to knock his books out of his hands as he passed. The quarterback had no clue his attempt would be futile if the geeky farm boy didn't allow him to do it.
He opened his locker and froze at what he saw. Taped to the back was a note.
'I'm keeping my eye on you. Remember what I said.'
LL
Whitney suppressed a shudder. He was not oblivious to the power the Luthors held. Clark walked by him with Pete and Chloe completely unharmed.
