Hi. Thank you for all the reviews on my latest chapter, I really appreciate it. Wow, it seems that I've outdone myself on this chapter, as it seems, because it looks like it's the longest chapter yet. Yay. Sorry if this one is a bit boring, but I promise, the next one will be much more entertaining (I hope). Why? Because Clark will be starting his internship in the Daily Planet! Yay!
Anyway, enjoy this chapter.
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Chapter 22 - Guess Who?
It was the beginning of June, and Mrs. Evans, the History teacher of Smallville High, has decided that she would finish this school year by giving her junior students the hardest test she's ever given them. Granted, almost nobody liked Mrs. Evans, except for students with a certain knack for the said subject. One of those students, of course, being Clark Kent.
The 17-year-old Kryptonian finished the test 15 minutes ago, and he was currently doodling random symbols into his words, while thinking about the test he's already finished. Of course, the test wasn't probably the easiest one they've had, but because of Clark's eidetic memory, he's never had problems with subjects such as these – subjects where you needed to memorize the facts.
And really, Greek Mythology? He's read all of the Percy Jackson books, even though one might say it's basically just a Greek Mythology fanfiction.
He didn't even realize this, but now, when he broke out of his little world inside of his own head, he noticed that almost the whole page of his notebook has been covered by Kryptonian symbols, including the symbol of the House of El. The symbol of Hope.
The other symbols included the symbol for resurrection, which is basically the symbol of Hope upside down, and even some words written in Kryptonese. Clark's made it his personal mission to learn Kryptonese, as well as any other languages he believed he'd find the use for. Among those languages was for example Russian, German, Portugese, Japanese and Italian. It would usually take him about three to four hours to fully learn a new language. Without the super-speed, that is.
He's been broken out of his thoughts once again when a little ball of paper landed right in front of him. You didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out that the little ball of paper was actually a note from one of his classmates.
Gently, Clark took the little ball in front of him and unwrapped it, revealing the text written on it.
I kno u got the intenship with the DP, and since u won't be here the whole summer, what about a little (sleepover) party at my place? Whitney and Jack said they'd come.
-Pete
Clark resisted the urge to be a smartass and correct the spelling mistakes Pete's made while writing this, and thought about the idea of having a sort-of-a-good-bye-party-or-something. Actually, that didn't sound so bad. God knows it's true that he hadn't been spending a lot of time with Whitney or Pete. Or even Jack, for what matter.
Jack Carpenter is one of the brightest students of Smallville High, and since he is nowhere near as big or intimidating as Clark (ha-ha-ha, so he's heard), he got bullied a lot, especially by Whitney. Clark, of course, stepped in and since he's a goofball, he decided that he would try and make the two of them friends.
It worked out, and now, Whitney and Jack are basically bros, much to Clark's amusement. And Lana's, too. Oh, Lana. He missed her. And don't get him started on Pete or Chloe. He barely spent time with them in school, let alone outside of it. He's just been so busy these past few days.. weeks.. months, and between balancing his studies (not that he needed to study), helping out on the farm, spending time with Sarah, training to control his powers better and still trying to create the „supersuit," as Sarah called it. She hasn't even seen the suit yet.
Kent, you sure you ain't ADHD? Back to the matter at hand, thought Clark as he slapped himself mentally.
Gently tearing a piece of paper from his notebook, he scribbled down the answer and looked around the class, looking for Pete.
Pete, unfortunately, was sitting right in front of Mrs. Evans. Even with his superpowers, Clark was about 99% sure that he wouldn't be able to send the note to Clark wihout Mrs. Evans' notice. And subsequently, getting detention in the process, as Mrs. Evans is not keen on anyone disrupting her class, even if the student in question is one of her favorites.
Clark had to aim precisely, to it would land right in front of Pete, and not in front of Mrs. Evans, or he would be doomed. Yeah, talk about invulnerability and being brave and most powerful being in the world all you want. Clark had respect for his teachers. And yeah, he didn't want detention. He'd be bored to death.
So, aiming at Pete, calculating the amount of strength, angle, and momentum he'd have to put into this, he gently threw the little piece of paper and prayed to every single god in every single mythology that the note would end up in Pete's hands, and not in the hands of Mrs. Evans.
The gods must have granted him this favor, Clark thought, as the little note landed right in front of Pete, exactly where he calculated. Pete, noticing something landed on his desk, picked up the paper and read it. Even though Clark couldn't see him, he could imagine the shit eating grin he is almost sure is adorning his face right now.
Sarah hated P.E. No, she loved it, actually. But she hated it right now for a simple seat of reasons.
One, she had to change her clothes in front of other girls, meaning they would see the scars she received when she was younger from the broken bottles of beer. She wasn't proud of them. She hated them.
And since their teacher was currently in the hospital because of some operation, they will be having the P.E. with the boys, which brings her to number two and three.
Two, a lot of the boys were checking her out. Now, normally, she would be flattered, but there were some cat-calls, especially from the school jock named.. what was his name again? Aaron? Aiden? Whatever. And even from the other end of the gymnasium, she could still see the anger in Clark's eyes, as well as the stiffness in his body.
Of course, Clark knows she can take care of herself, or else she was certain that Aar-Aide-Whatever wouldn't be having these perverted remarks any time soon.
Which brings her to reason number three on why she hates P.E. right now. Clark Kent. Don't get her wrong. She loves him. And he probably loves her, too. But for God's sake, he is just so distracting. With his tight SEE-THROUGH white t-shirt, he definitely is something to look at. You can basically see the pecks and the abs. And oh, God, those arms. Don't let her get started on the ar-
She was pulled out of her thoughts rather forcefully, as a ball landed right on the side of her head, almost knocking her to the ground. Thanks to Sarah's quick reflexes, she was able to plant her feet to the ground more firmly and tense her legs muscles, which resulted in her NOT falling.
She turned around and glared daggers at the person who hit her, and the girl really seemed apologetic. And slightly scared.
„Oh, Sarah, I'm so, so sorry, it was an accident, I swear," she blabbered, the words coming out of her mouth extremely fast.
Sarah just shooked her head and gave her an amused smile, patting the girl on the shoulder.
„That's alright, shit happens," answered Sarah off-handedly, amusement creeping its way into her voice. At least, this gave her a chance to stop being distracted by looking over at Clark.
„ALRIGHT, LADIES," yelled the gym teacher, Mr. Hannigan, with his booming voice, making Clark, to Sarah's surprise, wince. „IT'S TIME FOR DODGEBALL. You know the rules," he said now in a quieter voice, „don't get injured or killed, as it's too much paperwork, and have fun. Split into teams."
Sarah looked at Clark, inhumane eyes met silvery blue, and they shared a knowing smile. She made her way over to him. „Hey, Kent. Ready to kick some ass?"
„It looks magneficent, Toyman," said Lex Luthor as he watched the not-so-finished machine in front of him.
Toyman, though wearing a mask, looked very pleased with himself. He seemed to get ready to say something, but Luthor beat him to it.
„When's it going to be ready?" he asked calmly, though if you looked closely, you could see something dark in his eyes.
Toyman gulped, and answered, „I'll have it ready for you within 30 days."
Luthor smiled and pulled out his phone. He punched the number and within seconds, he heard the voice of his trusted assistant on the other side of the phone. „Yes, Mr. Luthor?"
„When does the Kent's internship start?" he asked.
Mercy Graves answered without missing a beat. „June 18th, sir."
„Very well. Thank you, Mercy," said Luthor, not giving a chance to her to say anything else, for he has already hung up.
„I want it ready by the end of June. Got it?" he asked, and something in the tone of his voice made Toyman uneasy.
„Y-Yes, Mr. Luthor," answered Toyman.
Clark made his way over to his locker, and was not at all surprised to see the faces of his three friends – Pete, Whitney and Jack. In fact, he saw them the moment he stepped outside the Biology classroom, as this was one of the few classes the four boys did not share together.
„Hey, guys. What's up?" he asked casually while opening his locker and pulling his books in.
„Hey, Clark. We've decided that the party.. or game night.. or whatever you want to call it, will be at my place this Friday, alright?" said Pete, though the last sentence came out as more of a statement than a question.
Clark just shrugged ,while saying, „Sure, why not?" with a smile.
„Alright. See ya," said Pete, as the bell rang. Seriously, the breaks between the periods seemed to be getting shorter and shorter.
He didn't even have the time to put some of the books into his backpack, because right then, a pair of small hands covered his eyes gently, taking his glasses away, and the familiar scent of lemons and some unidentified perfume made his way into his nostrils.
„Guess who?" said a gentle voice, with pure happiness in its tone.
Clark's face broke into a grin, and he slowly turned around and opened his eyes. Right then and there, an angel was beaming at him with the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. Light brown hair, silvery blue eyes, and full, beautiful lips. Sarah.
„Well, hello, there," he whispered gently, his face inches away from hers. He had to lean down, as he was basically a whole foot taller than her. It was a sight to behold.
„Hi," she said breathlessly, lost in those beautiful, alien eyes once again. They were just so incredibly blue, so intense, she was sure that she could look into those eyes for hours and not get tired of it. „I noticed your wince in P.E. when the teacher yelled. Care to explain?" she asked gently, quietly, both of them lost in each other's eyes.
Clark rolled his eyes good-naturedly and gave out a weak chuckle. „Nothing to worry about," he said. Sarah gave him a look. Okay, apparently something to worry about, thought Clark dryly, yet with an affectionate smile. He leaned down even more, his mouth very, very close to her ear. Sarah could feel her breath on it, which made her involuntary shiver. Oh, the effects this boy had on her.
„You know how I have these super-senses, right?" he asked, and she nodded breathlessly, while he continued. „I can mostly control it now, but there are times when I just lose focus and hear everything at once. Or magnified, in this case."
Clark gently pulled her face away from hers, and he saw the look of realization dawn into those beautiful orbs of hers.
„Oh."
Clark chuckled and put his hand on her shoulder, bringing her closer to him. She had no complaints, and gladly snuggled into his chest.
„Shouldn't you be in class right about now?" he asked, and she could feel the rumble in his chest as he said those words.
„Nope. Free period, then English. What about you?" she answered.
„Same," he said. Sarah looked at him with the expression Clark knew too well. She was about to tease him.
„Oh? I wasn't aware we shared the same English class," and oh, there it is. Clark laughed and brought her even closer to her, kissing the top of her head. Yeah, she liked that. Strong, independent Sarah Wilson loved it when her boyfriend pulled her close and kissed the top of her her. So sue her.
„Smartass," he mumbled against her hair, and she punched his shoulder, only slightly wincing in pain.
Forgot he is invulnerable for a second, she thought.
„You okay?" he asked her, concern creeping into his voice. She rolled her eyes at him good-naturedly, while simeltaneously stooding up on her toes and giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Or nose. Yeah, she missed.
„We're having a gaming night at Pete's on Friday, wanna come? I know how much you love Call of Duty. And I'm pretty sure you would be able to kick all of our asses," he asked, while she chuckled. That was true. She would be able to do that.
„Nah. You should enjoy being with your friends for once, I know you haven't had a lot of time these past few weeks.. or months, for that matter. You should spend more time with your friends. Got it, punk?"
A hint of amusement crinkled in Clark's eyes, making the inhumane orbs slightly sparkling.
„Punk?" he asked, the amusement now in his voice, too.
"Yeah, punk. I've been watching a lot of movies," she said.
"Whatever," he said, leaning down and capturing his lips with hers.
Yeah, he liked that a lot.
"Hey, Sarah, just wanted to tell you that I won't be able to make the lesson today, Whitney and I are going on a date," said Lana breathlessly as she run down the hallway to catch up with Sarah not too long after her parting with Clark. Apparently, the janitor did not like PDA.
Sarah turned around, and smiled. "That's alright, Lana. Go on and enjoy your date," she said, and Lana beamed at her and hugged her.
"Thanks. How about tomorrow?" she asked, and Sarah had to think about what day was it today.
Got it. Wednesday, she thought.
"Alright. But we'll be training twice as hard. Got it, Red?" she said, using the nickname she came up with a few lessons into their training.
"Sure. Alright, gotta go. Chemistry. See ya around," she said as she started running the opposite directions, her crimson curls bouncing with each step.
"See ya around, eh?" she mumbled, a small smile gracing her lips.
Thursday and Friday went much faster than anyone, and by anyone, I mean Clark, had anticipated and now, the Kryptonian in question found himself in front of the Ross' house, his mom's apple pie in hand. He gently knocked on the door, and not even 10 seconds later, a woman, who he recognized as Pete's mom, opened the door and beamed at him.
He hasn't seen Abigail Ross in a really long time, and the moment she recognized him, she pulled him into a tight hug. Mrs. Ross was like a second mother to him, and he loved her as such.
"Clark, oh my god, it's been ages!" she exclaimed, and he chuckled.
"It's been 2 months, Mrs. Ross," Clark answered. She immediately started telling him to stop calling her Mrs. Ross, as she did every single time he came over, and ushered him inside, taking Martha's famous apple pie with her.
Abigail Ross, in all standards, was a beautiful woman. In her early forties, with her thick, ebony hair, slightly dark skin and golden eyes.
"Are the guys already here?" asked Clark, after he answered every single one of her question – a lot of those questions were focused on his girlfriend, he noticed. Not that he minded talking about her. He could talk about her for hours. The way she wrinkled her nose when she was about to laugh, the way her eyes shone with utter love and adoration every time she saw him, and much, much more.
"Yeah, they're upstairs. I won't disturb you, Pete's already told me about the internship. Congratulations, by the way. I've read some of the work for the Torch, my son buys it weekly. You've got a lot of talent, Clark," she complimented him, and of course, he blushed.
He quickly thanked her and made his way upstairs. He opened the door and was not at all surprised by the mess in his friend's room. And by the three teenagers in the middle of it, eating pizza and, apparently, waiting for him, for they haven't started playing any game yet.
"Gee, guys, thanks for waiting for me, really appreciated," said Clark sarcastically with a smile.
Pete was on his bed, eating a pizza and retweeting everything related to the Justice League, the first superhero team, or as the internet decided to call them, "Earth's Mightiest Heroes," though Clark thought the title was already taken.
Jack looked at him and welcomed him with a smile, though not before putting the rest of his pizza slice into his mouth.
Yeah, this evening would be fun.
Ah, thanks for reading this one :) See ya around. Hehe.
