DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to "Smallville." Um, the last time I
checked, I don't own "The WB" or "DC Comics," either. ;)
It was a beautiful fall afternoon as the sixteen-year-old walked outside. There was a slight chill in the wind that carried some leaves across the greenish-brown grass of the school lawn. He slid his letterman jacket off and laid it on top of his girlfriend's shoulders. She smiled, at the gentlemanly gesture that was common of him, and took his hand.
He was wearing an expensive pair of beige slacks and a tight turtleneck sweater in an attractive shade of moss green that highlighted his eyes and made his raven black hair look even more intense. His clothes were just one of the many things about him that spoke of money. Easily the richest kid in town, he had everything he could ever want - including the most desired girl in school.
He was the object of every young woman's desires in Smallville High. But his eyes were for one only, Lana Lang. They had been going out for a year and everyone said they were perfect for one another. They made a striking couple.
Eyes, full of envy and jealousy, watched as the two passed by. No one dared voice his or her contempt for fear of incurring the young gentleman's wrath. As the school's star quarterback, there was nothing physically or mentally he couldn't accomplish. He had a way of getting what he wanted, at all costs.
He was an excellent student. Making straight A's and at the top of his class, teachers never complained when he showed up late. He had a charm and a presence that helped him get out of the stickiest of situations. It was in his nature to be the best, and nothing could stand in the way of that.
As the two walked hand in hand towards the parking lot, the young man clicked open his fancy, silver Porsche. He first opened the passenger door for his young love, then walked around to the other side.
He slid into the front seat and started the engine. Looking up, he spotted a middle-aged man trying to lift several heavy bags into the back of his pick-up truck, across the street at the local farming supply store. He watched as one slipped from the farmer's hands. The bag ripped as his fingers dug into the thin plastic, despite his efforts to grab a hold of it, and the entire contents fell to the ground.
Sensing the need to help the man, he leaned over to kiss Lana's cheek. With a grin he spoke, "I'll be just a minute."
He walked across the street swiftly. Without a word, he began to lift the heavy fertilizer bags effortlessly onto the truck. In a matter of minutes all of them were stacked, neatly in a row, behind the back of the man's vehicle.
The older gentleman wore a flannel shirt, a pair of mud-smudged jeans, and some worn, leather, work gloves. He extended one gloved hand to this Good Samaritan. "Thanks, son. I really appreciate your help."
The younger man, not even having broken a sweat, took the offered hand and shook it. "No problem, sir."
Finished with helping the farmer, he turned and walked back to his girl and the awaiting car. Lana smiled up into his face and kissed him.
He lifted an eyebrow and couldn't hide his surprised smile. Not that he minded his girlfriend's kisses, he was just curious as to the reason for this one in particular. "What was that for?"
Lana looked at his face as he started driving up the road. "That was really sweet of you, helping Mr. Kent like that."
He shook his head. "It was my one good deed for the day."
She laughed and looked out her window. "You never cease to amaze me."
He stopped at a red light and turned to look at her with a little smirk upon his lips. "That's me, Clark Luthor. Always putting others first."
It was a beautiful fall afternoon as the sixteen-year-old walked outside. There was a slight chill in the wind that carried some leaves across the greenish-brown grass of the school lawn. He slid his letterman jacket off and laid it on top of his girlfriend's shoulders. She smiled, at the gentlemanly gesture that was common of him, and took his hand.
He was wearing an expensive pair of beige slacks and a tight turtleneck sweater in an attractive shade of moss green that highlighted his eyes and made his raven black hair look even more intense. His clothes were just one of the many things about him that spoke of money. Easily the richest kid in town, he had everything he could ever want - including the most desired girl in school.
He was the object of every young woman's desires in Smallville High. But his eyes were for one only, Lana Lang. They had been going out for a year and everyone said they were perfect for one another. They made a striking couple.
Eyes, full of envy and jealousy, watched as the two passed by. No one dared voice his or her contempt for fear of incurring the young gentleman's wrath. As the school's star quarterback, there was nothing physically or mentally he couldn't accomplish. He had a way of getting what he wanted, at all costs.
He was an excellent student. Making straight A's and at the top of his class, teachers never complained when he showed up late. He had a charm and a presence that helped him get out of the stickiest of situations. It was in his nature to be the best, and nothing could stand in the way of that.
As the two walked hand in hand towards the parking lot, the young man clicked open his fancy, silver Porsche. He first opened the passenger door for his young love, then walked around to the other side.
He slid into the front seat and started the engine. Looking up, he spotted a middle-aged man trying to lift several heavy bags into the back of his pick-up truck, across the street at the local farming supply store. He watched as one slipped from the farmer's hands. The bag ripped as his fingers dug into the thin plastic, despite his efforts to grab a hold of it, and the entire contents fell to the ground.
Sensing the need to help the man, he leaned over to kiss Lana's cheek. With a grin he spoke, "I'll be just a minute."
He walked across the street swiftly. Without a word, he began to lift the heavy fertilizer bags effortlessly onto the truck. In a matter of minutes all of them were stacked, neatly in a row, behind the back of the man's vehicle.
The older gentleman wore a flannel shirt, a pair of mud-smudged jeans, and some worn, leather, work gloves. He extended one gloved hand to this Good Samaritan. "Thanks, son. I really appreciate your help."
The younger man, not even having broken a sweat, took the offered hand and shook it. "No problem, sir."
Finished with helping the farmer, he turned and walked back to his girl and the awaiting car. Lana smiled up into his face and kissed him.
He lifted an eyebrow and couldn't hide his surprised smile. Not that he minded his girlfriend's kisses, he was just curious as to the reason for this one in particular. "What was that for?"
Lana looked at his face as he started driving up the road. "That was really sweet of you, helping Mr. Kent like that."
He shook his head. "It was my one good deed for the day."
She laughed and looked out her window. "You never cease to amaze me."
He stopped at a red light and turned to look at her with a little smirk upon his lips. "That's me, Clark Luthor. Always putting others first."