-1Chapter Twenty Seven
The next day Clark woke up before his alarm clock. He was in his room, and from what he heard his dad was still asleep. With his dad done on the project, it meant they were both back to staying at the farm. As soon as he'd waken up from the car ride he called Lex and let him know. With everything going on Clark was glad his dad was back at the house where they were safe.
Clark dressed, not really caring what he was wearing. There wasn't any point to dressing down anymore. No one was going to leave him alone no matter how hard he tried. Especially with Whitney running around on a rampage. He could only imagine what today would have in store. He finally tossed on dark jeans, his sneakers, and a tight grey shirt over his white undershirt.
He padded as quietly as he could down the stairs and headed into the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and filled it up with some cereal and milk. It wasn't two seconds after he sat at the table that his dad was coming down the stairs.
"Morning son," Jonathan said while following the same routine that Clark just had. Clark took his time eating so his dad could join him.
"Need me to do anything today?" Clark asked before digging into his bowl.
"Not really. I'll get back into doing chores and working around here. What time do you think you'll be home today?" Jonathan asked.
"I've got practice after school so I'm not sure when I'll be done. Probably come right home afterward and work on my homework and start going over the playbook," Clark answered ready to down the remaining milk from his bowl.
"Sounds good. I'll probably be out in the field when you get home so just come find me," Jonathan said.
"I can get most of the chores done before I go to school," Clark said sitting back in his chair.
"I think I want to do some good ole hard work today. Beats sitting at a desk for days on end," Jonathan said finishing up his cereal.
"I'm not going to complain about getting out of chores," Clark said with a chuckle.
"Don't get used to it," Jonathan joked back.
Clark got up from the table and took his dishes to the sink, "I'll try not to."
"You off to school?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah. I guess I can go early and have some fun with Lex and Oliver," Clark answered.
"Don't get yourself in trouble," Jonathan warned.
"This is me your talking to dad. I hate trouble," Clark said with a smile.
Jonathan laughed, "I know but it's my job as a dad to tell you."
Clark laughed with him, "Alright. Well I'm off to school then."
"Okay son. Have a good day," Jonathan said getting up from the table and taking his dishes to the sink as well.
Clark grabbed his backpack and headed out to his bike. He jumped on and roared it to life. He was tearing down the highway to school within minutes and not long after he was pulling into the school parking lot. He parked and jumped off.
*12 hours earlier*
He kicked the desk over. His anger was boiling and he wasn't going to reign it back in. Clark Kent had finally made him snap. He'd lost his girlfriend, some of his friends, and now his position as quarterback. And now this snotty doctor wanted him to lay low and not cause any problems.
"You want me to act like nothing is wrong?" Whitney shouted.
"You just need to calm down. Kent will be dealt with soon enough," Thompson stated calmly.
"NO! I refuse to sit back while Kent takes everything I've worked so hard for," Whitney continued to shout.
"If you do not calm down. I'll have you silenced," Thompson threatened.
"Oh really? Your not going to do shit to a teenager because the police would be all over you," Whitney threatened.
Thompson stood from his desk and walked over to where Whitney was fuming. "I can do whatever it is I want because I have the money to make problems disappear. Meaning I can make you disappear. Now I suggest you calm down and get over your problem," Thompson said.
"I don't care about your money. I care about getting rid of Kent and you can either be a part of it or not," Whitney shot back.
Thompson was quite for a moment. "What do you have in mind?"
*Present time*
Clark took a quick look around the parking lot but didn't see either Lex's or Oliver's cars parked in the lot.
"Hey Clark!" Chloe called out from the entrance of the school. He groaned a bit but waved back and figured he could talk to her and see if she acted weird. Meaning she knew something but he could get her off his trail. And if not on his own then with help from Lex and Oliver. But first he had to find out if she knew or not.
He started to walk across the parking lot. It was still early enough that the parking lot was nearly empty. The only cars he saw were a red bug, a maroon jeep, a dark blue firebird, and a few of the teachers cars.
He heard a car engine roaring but didn't pay any mind, until Chloe yelled out. He looked up confused and then his head snapped to his left.
He had a split second to react so he jumped up slightly. He was able to curl up over the grill of the hummer that was mowing him down. He rolled over the hood, the roof of the car and flipped off the back. He slammed into the ground and grunted while he rolled. He was fine, he knew that. But everyone that was screaming and running towards him didn't know that. The hummer sped off and he rolled onto his back.
"Clark, oh my god, Clark," Chloe was falling on her knees next to him. Over her shoulder he made out a mane of brunette hair. He groaned, Lana was here as well.
"Don't move Clark. Help will be here soon," Chloe said.
"No need, I'm fine," He said while trying to sit up. Two small hands were gently pushing on his chest.
"Don't move, Clark. You could be really hurt," Lana said. He paused and rested his head against the concrete. This was turning into a nightmare. He'd just been run down in front of the school, Chloe and Lana and he couldn't explain why the doctors weren't going to find anything wrong with him.
But there was nothing he could do about it, not right now. He knew whose Hummer that was and he was pissed about it. Whitney had the nerve to try and run him over. This was going to turn into a war that Whitney wasn't going to like.
He could hear sirens in the background. This just wasn't going to be fun. He saw a silver Porsche enter the lot and a bald head jump out. Lex rushed over and Oliver was right behind him.
"What happened?" Lex asked.
"Someone ran him down," Chloe answered.
"Who?" Oliver asked.
"It was a hummer," Chloe answered again.
Oliver and Lex gave each other a look before kneeling next to Clark. "Alright, let's get you to the hospital. Make sure your alright and we'll figure this out," Lex said giving Clark a look. He knew what Lex was trying to say. Lie down and they'd get this taken care of.
He laid his head back against the concrete and took a deep breath. Lana pushed pass Chloe and kneeled beside him.
"It's going to be okay Clark," She said reaching for his hand. He felt her fingers brush against his palm and a jolt shot through his arm. His body relaxed and he tried to remain calm. But truth was, he was completely freaking out on the inside. His secret was about to be exposed.
