Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, nor Smallville itself. This is pure fiction and I do not benefit from this story.
Warning: slash (male/male relationship)
Pairing: Clark/Oliver
Raiting: T
Summary: Oliver and Lex get into one fight too many. They are both transferred to Smallville high (as seniors) where there's a certain brunette who's also a senior.
High-School Love
~~~Chapter 1~~~
Last Year
Both Oliver and Lex were in their junior year.
Oliver and Lex were sitting in Terrence Reynold's office in Excelsior. They were sent there after another fight the two had had.
"I've talked to your parents, Lex, and with your guardians, Oliver. We all decided that this behavior can't go on any further. It was decided that your senior year you'll be spending in another school." the principal stated in his deep voice.
When the two heard the news, they were in shock. They looked at each other with wide eyes and dropped jaws and then back at the principal.
"Next year both of you will be attending Smallville-High." he informed them.
Present
Lex Luthor was walking in the halls of Smallville high with a huge grin on his face. It was the beginning of the school year and already everyone was kissing up to him. It helped knowing that his father owned or employed most jobs and employees in this little town. They knew that not following the younger Luthor would risk their parents' jobs, so they accepted the bald teen without any questions.
Lex was proud of himself. At last he was where he wasn't mistreated or bullied. Here he had the upper hand. At first he didn't want to be in this godforsaken town when principal Reynold informed him that that was the punishment for his and Oliver's constant fighting, but now that he saw that at last he had the status that a Luthor deserved, he was pretty pleased with it. What pleased him even more was that now Oliver Queen was the outsider. He made sure that everyone knew of his and Oliver's rivalry, and since all feared Lionel Luthor, who would side with his son's opponent?
He was already surrounded by the jocks and the cheerleaders who wanted his company. He couldn't be more pleased.
Oliver was getting the books he needed from his locker when he heard laughter behind him. He closed his locker and turned around to be surprised to see Lex Luthor standing behind him, with a bunch of football players.
"Well well well, isn't this our young Queen?" Lex taunted.
"What do you want, Lex?" Oliver asked annoyed.
"It's Mr. Luthor for you, Ollie." the younger Luthor demanded, pleased with the expression that spread on the blonde's face.
"Using my words? Very original, grease spot." Oliver couldn't help but smirk. The statement caused a few people to laugh, but those were silenced when Lex threw them a threatening look.
Lex suddenly launched a punch at Oliver and hit him hard in the stomach, but the older man caught his breath quickly, and tried sending a punch of his own, but was caught by a couple of the football team players who held him. Lex punched Oliver a couple of times more, and then turned away and walked away without saying another word. The two jocks released the blonde and followed their leader. The billionaire fell to his knees and tried to catch his breath again. "Damn you, Lex." he mumbled through his teeth.
Little did he know that before things would get better, they would first get worse.
It was time of the Homecoming week, where usually the senior football players chose a freshman which they take into the cornfields, strip him down to his underwear, paint a red "S" on his chest, and hang him on a post as a scarecrow. But this year it wouldn't be that usual, not if Lex had any say in it. This year it would be a certain blonde senior that would be used as a target for the old tradition. One evening, the football players ambushed Oliver and pulled the "prank" on him.
He has been hanging on the post for a few hours already, even too tired to yell for help. Suddenly he felt someone from behind him untying his wrists. He was sure he was going to fall, but suddenly he felt strong hands capture him.
"Are you alright?" an unfamiliar voice asked him and the figure put him gently on the ground.
He looked up and saw the most gorgeous guy he had ever laid eyes on.
When getting no answer, the brunette repeated "Are you okay?".
Coming back to his senses the blonde responded "Oh yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you!" standing up on his feet he asked "What's your name?".
"I'm Clark Kent, and what's yours?" he inquired.
"I'm Oliver, Oliver Queen." he responded with a smile. "Thank you. How did you know I was here?" he asked surprised hoping that the handsome guy in front of him hadn't had anything to do with him being tied up there.
"Well, it's an old tradition back here to pull this prank on some innocent outsider. They usually used freshmen as their guinea pigs, not seniors, though. So I came here to check if the victim was sat free yet or not." he explained.
"Well, I guess my old buddy Lex had something to do with it." he signed. "Thank you again."
"No problem." Clark replied with a smile.
"Well, it's very late, I should start heading home already." Oliver stated sadly.
"Where do you live? I could give you a ride." Clark offered.
"It's alright, I'll call a cab, it's too far for you to drive." Oliver replied thankfully.
"How far?" Clark insisted.
"Metropolis." was the only thing the blonde replied.
Clark was a bit shocked at the revelation, but he thought quickly. "It's a long drive home, especially in your state of dress." It was only then that Oliver remembered how little he was wearing and blushed. "You know what, you can stay at our farm for tonight. It's a lot closer than the city… And since we're approximately the same size, I think my cloths would fit on you." Clark offered kindly.
"I don't want to protrude." Oliver started but was cut off.
"It's alright, my parents won't mind. Even on the contrary, they'll be pretty upset with me letting a guy drive all the way to Metropolis in a cab only wearing his boxers at this late hour of night only to have to get back to school the next morning." he added with a laugh.
"Thank you, again." Oliver replied with a smile. Clark was the first guy that was nice to him ever since he changed schools.
Clark drove them back to the Kent farm, and offered the blonde a clean set of cloths. While the older man was showering, he was making them a late night dinner. He also found in the fridge something he knew that would make the blonde happier, his mom's famous apple pie. He whispered a silent thank you to Martha, who was already sleeping in her room.
The two men sat down at the table, and started eating. "So Oliver, you said your buddy was probably responsible for you being tied up in the field. Why would a friend do such a thing?" Clark wondered.
"Well, I was sarcastic, Clark. We aren't exactly buddy-buddy. We used to go to the same school till last year. Back there I was one of the more popular guys, and kind of bullied him too much. One of our fights was the reason why we both were transferred here. Unfortunately, here in Smallville the LuthorCorp hires a big percentage of the citizens, so the students stay by his side because they fear their parents might lose their jobs." Oliver explained. "And I guess I deserve it. In retrospect I know I had no excuse doing to Lex what I did. I wish I could go back and change it." Oliver concluded, with a sad look on his face.
"Oliver… Even if you bullied him in the past, you changed now. So yeah, you won't be friends, but he shouldn't make you suffer just for his vendetta, not if he truly knows how bad it feels to be bullied. And no, no one deserves to be treated this way."
"Thanks Clark, I appreciate it. And call me Ollie, all my friends call me this way." he said with a grin.
"Okay, Ollie." Clark replied, grinning back. "Well, I guess it's late enough already. I'll settle you in my room, and I'll take the couch." Clark said.
"Oh no, Clark, it's alright, I'll sleep on the couch, you've done more than enough for me." Oliver refused, though grateful for the kind offer.
"You sure? It's really not a problem." Clark tried to insist.
The next morning, by the time Clark got downstairs, he saw Oliver, Martha and Jonathan sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast.
"Morning, son." Jonathan greeted.
"Good morning guys." Clark greeted the three.
"Honey, did you oversleep? You have to hurry or you'll be late to the bus." Martha said with a wink that only Clark saw.
It took the brunette a few seconds to catch up. He forgot that with Oliver in the house, he couldn't just run to the school. "Oh, yea, must've overslept."
When they got to school, Clark and Oliver both went to their classes.
It was between the second and the third period that Oliver was getting his books. He tried to avoid Lex and anyone else from his company. He wasn't ready to face them yet. Unfortunately for him though, the trouble seemed to come to his doorstep.
"So I hear you decided to replace Smallville's scarecrow last night." the bald Luthor's voice echoed in the hallway, causing everyone around to laugh.
Oliver decided to ignore him and didn't even turn around. Apparently, this wasn't acceptable on the younger man, and suddenly Oliver felt two pairs of strong hands grab him by both his sides and turn him around.
"Don't tell me you lost your voice, Ollie." Lex tried, standing right in front of the blonde.
"Grease spot, only my friends call me Ollie, and you're not on that list." Oliver replied coldly. Even in his state, he wasn't going to let Lex have his way.
He could see that Lex was getting angry. "Oh, and you want to say there are actually people on that list?" Lex smirked.
"At least more than on yours." the blonde billionaire retorted. This was the last straw for Lex.
He raised his hand to throw a punch at the blonde's jaw, but felt a strong hand catching his fist in mid-air.
"Leave him alone." the owner of the hand demanded applying more pressure on Lex's fist to stress his point.
"Butt out, it's none of your business." Lex demanded pulling his hand back.
"If it has anything to do with Ollie, then I make it my business." Clark stated coldly "I suggest you take off before you get hurt." Clark continued, shooting the other man a threatening glare.
A jock tried to hit Clark, but the latter easily overpowered him. Seeing how the brunette easily defended himself against the strong senior, Lex decided it wasn't worth it, not yet anyway. He'll get what he deserved later, on Lex's terms. And with that, Lex turned around and went away, with his gang following him.
Clark turned around to face Oliver. "Are you okay?" he asked now with a warm voice.
"Thanks to you, again, I'm fine." Oliver responded with a grin, shaking Clark's hand in gratitude.
"Sure, that's what friends are for, Ollie." Clark responded.
"And I'm glad to have someone like you as my friend." Oliver admitted. "It was pretty impressive how you overpowered that jock." Oliver pointed out.
"Well, I'm stronger than I look." Clark responded with a laugh. `If only you knew how stronger I actually am, Oliver.` he thought to himself.
"I bet you are." Oliver responded with a wink.
"So how was your day so far?" Clark inquired, preferring not to talk about his strength.
"Well, pretty eventful as you can see." the older man joked. "And yours?"
"Not as interesting as yours, but still manageable." Clark teased back.
"Well, Clark, I have to run for the next lesson already, but how about we go for a cup of coffee at the Talon after school?" Oliver suggested.
"Yeah, sure, sounds great." Clark responded.
"Cool. See you later?"
"See you later." the brunette confirmed.
TBC