Summary: Clark finally leaves Smallville and heads out into a whole new setting: Metropolis University. He makes new friends, grows closer to old ones, and finds himself caught up in a whole new club! But what has he really gotten himself into?
Author's Note: This is AU roughly Season 5. Clark didn't decide to go to CKU, but also didn't accept the football scholarship. He hasn't met Lois yet either. Pete still moved away and Lana decided to move back to Paris after the whole magic crazy boyfriend affair. Just as a note, I will probably treat Clana as a simple crush Clark has already gotten over. I am an avid, die-hard Clois fan, and intend to keep this fiction Clana drama free. She just irks me to no end! Also, I have adapted the ages of a lot of characters in this fiction, but as to who I'm going to include, you'll just have to wait and see. :) This is my first fanfiction, so please read and review away, all comments are welcomed.
I do not own Smallville or DC Comics. But they are awesome.
Chapter 1: Beginnings are so Cliche
His feet pounded on the tile as he sprinted towards his class. He was late. Everything that could go wrong had! His alarm clock refused to go off at the correct time, his shoes had miraculously been eaten by a dog that didn't exist, and he was pretty sure that last time he checked, his roommate did not have a girlfriend, so why the heck was there a woman in his bathroom! No matter, he was almost to his class.
He skidded to a halt as he reached the door, Taking a deep breath, he smoothed his hair down and grabbed the handle. It didn't budge. Seriously? Nothing? He tugged harder, but it was as if it was made of reinforced steel. It wouldn't move. This was getting weirder by the minute.
He ran his hand through my hair, trying to calmly come up with a solution to my problem. He whirled around, looking for another entrance. There, just to the right of the door was a little hall. He made a mental note that the room number was 176 and then quickly jogged around the corner. Eureka! There was another door to room 176. He tugged, hoping it would be nicer than its counterpart. Lucky him; it did.
There was a small hallway leading to the light of the actual classroom, so he quickly dashed forward. However as he soon entered the light, he realized his mistake. He froze, terrified by the sight before him. He was on a stage to the left of a teachers podium with a classroom of a thousand people staring at him. The room was dead silent, not even a cricket dared to make noise.
The professor cleared his throat, catching his attention. He turned his startled eyes to him instead. "And who might you be?"
"Clark." He squeaked out, laughter quickly following the catch in his voice. He coughed before trying again. "Clark Kent."
"Ah, and, Clark Kent, are you here to teach my class for me? Or are you trying to amuse us with your clownish charms?" He snickered at his expense. His students joined him, chuckles spreading throughout the crowd.
"Um, no sir." Clark said, confused. The laughter now picked up as the professor raised his eyebrow in doubt. When he saw Clark had no clue what he was talking about, he gestured downward.
Clark followed his lead, looking down. The first thing he noticed were the huge red shoes on my feet. He could have sworn he had put on the ratty torn up boots the invisible dog had eaten! Then instead of his usual jeans, he had on polka-dotted shorts. They were held up by red suspenders that stretched over his bare chest. To top it all off, it appeared as if some kid had drawn all over him in sharpie.
He was so confused! He turned to the professor, trying to come up with an apology. However, Clark noticed something on the folder in his hand. It read ENGL 1301. Great! He wasn't even in the right class for this. Their laughter picked up as he stammered out a weak stream of apologies.
"CLARK!"
He woke with a start, sitting up fully in his bed. Clark immediately started stammering apologies once more, only to be interrupted by an impatient snort. "Sheesh son. You'd think I caught you with a girl... Again." Jonathan chuckled as Clark's cheeks reddened. "Hurry up or you're gonna be late. Chloe wants to meet us for lunch in Metropolis after you move in. I don't think she'll appreciate your tardiness." With that, his dad left.
Clark finally registered his surroundings then, taking in the barren bedroom. Most of his stuff had already been packed up and put in the truck. It had left his room looking empty and a little lonely.
He shook my head as he remembered his dream. Of course Clark would have every stereotypical dream embarrassment happen all in one dream. He still have no clue where the chick came from though...
Clark yawned, stretching himself to wake out of his stupor. He really did need to get going, Chloe had given him a very specific time to meet, and he wasn't about to be late. She can be very scary when you cross her. With that thought, he supersped into his clothes and downstairs for breakfast.
They pulled up to my Metropolis University dorm a few hours later, having fought through the crazed crowd of freshmen and their parents to do so. Clark jumped out quickly, stretching his legs in the sun. Martha got out, smiling in reassurance, sensing his unspoken anxiety. He huffed, returning a nervous smile before walking briskly into the dorm.
As Clark approached the registration desk, he felt someone bump into him. He turned catching the guy before he fell on his butt. Clark looked down realizing he had caught the arm of a short, brown headed boy. He smiled mischievously, his green eyes dancing with laughter, saying "Gracias, mi amigo!" Clark smiled in response. The boy smirked, a plot obviously brewing in his mind as he opened his mouth to say "Hey-"
"BART!" A tall man with purple hair came barreling down the hall at that moment. His skin was tinted purple and he wore only a bathrobe around his waist. He had obviously just come from the showers.
"I'm going to kill you, you little twerp!" He screamed, blazing a path through the crowd. He was too late though, Bart had already disappeared, probably valuing his life over whatever plot he had been concocting about Clark.
The man stopped in front of Clark, gazing at where Bart used to be. "Where'd the twerp go, ya know, the one you were standing next to? He's short, arrogant, and stupid." Clark just blinked, feigning innocence. After a second scrutinizing Clark, the boy gave up. "Well, if you see him again, tell him Tyler, his roommate, is looking for him." With that he turned back toward where he came.
Clark shrugged off the encounter and quickly got his room key and ID. Then he and his parents moved all the boxes upstairs to his dorm room, leaving them in a nice pile in the corner. It appeared as if his roommate had been there, but he saw no sign of him as he followed his parents back outside.
When he got back, the time to say goodbye had come."Bye Mom, Bye Dad! I'll miss y'all!" He quickly pulled his mom into a tight hug.
"Goodbye Sweety. Make sure to wash your clothes, and brush your teeth, and take showers, and study, and change your under-"
"Mom!" Clark quickly interrupted.
"I'm just kidding sweetheart. Just take care, have fun and come home every once and a while." She smiled as she hugged him a little tighter.
After a minute he let go. Then he turned to his dad. "Now son, I want you to know that we will always be here for you. Just give us a call and keep in touch. And like your mom said, come visit! It's not like it takes you that long to make it home anyway. And stay out of trouble, I don't want a call from Chloe saying you were doing stupid things in college." He pulled Clark into his embrace. "You're gonna do great son, I know it." Jonathan patted him heartily on the back, saying silently, "Stay strong."
"Thank you Dad." Clark whispered, thankful for the hug.
He waved as they pulled out of the parking lot and sped away.
With one last deep breath, Clark turned around, taking his first steps into his new college life.
