A/N: Oh…my…gosh! I totally forgot I had this chapter written! I'm sitting
here, working on chapter TWELVE, and suddenly…OMG! I only have ten chapters
posted?!?! Well, here's your chapter eleven.
Chapter Eleven
"What are you saying, Jon?" Martha asked, turning.
Clark had stopped what he was doing to listen to his father, as he explained to his mother what had gone on in the barn earlier. He groaned inwardly, as his father gave play-by-play recaps of the whole situation. It was bad enough he had to talk about to his Dad about it…but his mother too?
"Clark? Where are you going?"
"Jogging." He let the screen door slam shut, and jumped off the porch, beginning to jog down the short driveway.
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"Hi Clark." Lana looked up at him from behind the counter, "I thought you were grounded."
"I am, but I left, and they didn't stop me." Clark brushed a bead of sweat from his forehead. He'd been running for nearly and hour, or so now from the house on into, and around Smallville.
"What's wrong?" Lana leaned on the counter.
"Nothing. Ah…Can you point me towards the phone?"
"There in the back." Lana motioned towards were she meant.
"Thanks Lana."
Lana watched him, and was startled when Ciara and Raven slid into the stools by the counter.
"Hello Lana." Ciara smiled, her accent sickly sweet.
"Hi Ciara. What can I get you?"
"Coffee. Black."
"And you Raven?"
"Whom is Clark talking to on the phone?" Raven ignored the question.
"I'm not sure." Lana watched Clark, leaning his head against the phone booth wall.
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"Clark? Well…this is a surprise." Lex cradled the phone between his ear, and his shoulder, while tossing a file folder of papers onto the desk, "What do I owe this phone call to?""
"Hi Lex. Look…I'll keep this short." Clark sounded a little winded as he spoke, "Is it okay if I come over tonight?"
"Sure…I thought you were grounded." Lex switched ears, listening to him intently.
"I am."
"But?" Lex raised an eyebrow.
"But their ticking me off."
"I'm sorry Clark." Lex nodded, "Why don't you come over…we can talk."
"Yea, Okay. I'll be over in a bit."
"Clark?" Ciara was suddenly at his arm, "How are you?"
"Hello Ciara." He pushed past her.
"Now who are you angry with, Clark?" Ciara placed her hands on her hips. Clark stopped for a moment, before turning.
"Leave me alone." He started across the café again.
"I don't think I've ever seen you happy, Mr. Kent. It's kind of depressing."
Clark stopped again, and turned to look at her, as though he were going to say something. Thankfully for himself, and the others in the café, he didn't.
Chapter Eleven
"What are you saying, Jon?" Martha asked, turning.
Clark had stopped what he was doing to listen to his father, as he explained to his mother what had gone on in the barn earlier. He groaned inwardly, as his father gave play-by-play recaps of the whole situation. It was bad enough he had to talk about to his Dad about it…but his mother too?
"Clark? Where are you going?"
"Jogging." He let the screen door slam shut, and jumped off the porch, beginning to jog down the short driveway.
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"Hi Clark." Lana looked up at him from behind the counter, "I thought you were grounded."
"I am, but I left, and they didn't stop me." Clark brushed a bead of sweat from his forehead. He'd been running for nearly and hour, or so now from the house on into, and around Smallville.
"What's wrong?" Lana leaned on the counter.
"Nothing. Ah…Can you point me towards the phone?"
"There in the back." Lana motioned towards were she meant.
"Thanks Lana."
Lana watched him, and was startled when Ciara and Raven slid into the stools by the counter.
"Hello Lana." Ciara smiled, her accent sickly sweet.
"Hi Ciara. What can I get you?"
"Coffee. Black."
"And you Raven?"
"Whom is Clark talking to on the phone?" Raven ignored the question.
"I'm not sure." Lana watched Clark, leaning his head against the phone booth wall.
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"Clark? Well…this is a surprise." Lex cradled the phone between his ear, and his shoulder, while tossing a file folder of papers onto the desk, "What do I owe this phone call to?""
"Hi Lex. Look…I'll keep this short." Clark sounded a little winded as he spoke, "Is it okay if I come over tonight?"
"Sure…I thought you were grounded." Lex switched ears, listening to him intently.
"I am."
"But?" Lex raised an eyebrow.
"But their ticking me off."
"I'm sorry Clark." Lex nodded, "Why don't you come over…we can talk."
"Yea, Okay. I'll be over in a bit."
"Clark?" Ciara was suddenly at his arm, "How are you?"
"Hello Ciara." He pushed past her.
"Now who are you angry with, Clark?" Ciara placed her hands on her hips. Clark stopped for a moment, before turning.
"Leave me alone." He started across the café again.
"I don't think I've ever seen you happy, Mr. Kent. It's kind of depressing."
Clark stopped again, and turned to look at her, as though he were going to say something. Thankfully for himself, and the others in the café, he didn't.