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characters.
Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
Author's Notes: I based Smallville High on my high school. I know that this chapter doesn't seem to go anywhere, but it is crucial to the upcoming chapters.
~~~.~~~ = Clark's thoughts
The next morning Chloe and Pete watched as Clark missed the bus yet again.
"I can't believe you didn't want to bet." Chloe said. "You could have had another ten bucks."
Pete made a pathetic attempt to laugh and continued to stare at the back of the seat in front of him.
"What's with you this morning? You seem so…so not you."
"I had a rough morning. I placed my English paper on the kitchen table with my book bag, and my little brother found it necessary to scribble all over it with his crayons. And then when I went to print it out again, I had computer problems. This led to a slight outburst, in which I yelled at my brother, proceeded by a grounding from my father. So lets just say it hasn't been a good morning."
"Wow. I hope your sentence isn't that long."
"Two nights without any phone, TV, or the computer."
"It could have been worse. They could have made you baby-sit your brother."
"Actually, I think I would have preferred that. At least then I could have watched TV, or played video games with him."
Chloe continued to babble on about something or other that wasn't of great importance, so Pete went back to staring at the seat in front of him. Even though his morning was rather rough, it was not the only thing on Pete's mind. Nor was it what was causing him to stare so diligently at the seat. He kept thinking about his conversation with Clark the day before. He just couldn't understand why Clark didn't trust him. They were supposed to be best friends; they were supposed to tell each other everything. But Clark was holding out, keeping Pete in the dark. He had always known that there was something secretive about Clark, something mysterious. He just figured that Clark would tell him sooner or later, but he never did. And that was really bothering Pete. He definitely needed to talk to Clark again. Maybe if he apologized to his parents and his brother they would let him to go Clark's after school.
Clark sighed as he watched the bus pull away from the end of his driveway. In a way he was glad he had missed it. He really wanted to talk to Pete, but he didn't want to do it in front of Chloe. Plus, she would probably catch on to the awkward silence between the two and want to know what the cause was. So, he started to trudge down the road at a walk. He didn't feel like running, and despite his tendency to miss the bus he was always on time for school. So, he figured one tardy wouldn't upset his parents too much.
It took Clark longer than he thought it would to get to school. Yet when you're deep in thought, two hours could seem like mere minutes. After stopping in the office to get a late slip, he headed off to trig/pre- calculus. Unfortunately, Clark was the only freshman among many juniors in his math class. He could have probably could have tested out of all the required math classes at Smallville High. But his parents thought it would be better if he only skipped two years of math instead of four. Clark hated it when he was late for math. One would think that a teacher would love to have a kid as gifted as Clark in their class. But Mr. Miller just didn't like him, some thought this was due to the fact that Clark could probably get up and teach the class himself. Clark entered the room about ten minutes after the bell rang and took his seat as Mr. Miller turned around from the chalkboard.
"Ah, Mr. Kent. How nice of you to grace us with your presence," Mr. Miller said. "We're going over this weekend's homework. So, get it out and pay attention."
Clark didn't say anything. He just fished his homework and textbook out of his bag and placed them on his desk. As Mr. Miller continued to go over the homework, Clark started to think of what he was going to say to Pete. He had to tell him something, but what. He couldn't think of anyway of explaining what happened at Jodie's without telling Pete his whole secret, and he couldn't do that.
"Think, Clark, think!!" Clark muttered to what he thought was himself.
"What's that Mr. Kent?"
"Nothing…sorry," a bright red Clark said, while the rest of the class snickered.
"The ever intelligent Mr. Kent couldn't be having trouble with a math problem could he?" Mr. Miller asked in the most sarcastic manner he could pull off.
"Gee, I thought that would make you pleased." Clark retorted.
~~~Open mouth, insert foot.~~~
"No, what would please me is to see you remove yourself from my class room and go to the office. NOW!!!!!"
Clark gathered up his stuff and left, no longer red from embarrassment but anger.
Clark was in the office for what seemed like an eternity. Principle Kwan heard his side of the story, but needed to talk to Mr. Miller. Therefore, Clark had to sit in the office until Mr. Miller was able to talk to Kwan. He would have gone to his other classes, but Kwan insisted that he stay in the office. Mr. Miller shot Clark a little smirk as he left to return to class.
~~~Me and my big mouth.~~~
"Clark, come in here please," Principle Kwan called. "Well, Clark, I feel that even though you were invoked you acted in a disrespectful manor. Therefore, I'm going to have to give you one night of detention."
"Detention??" Clark cried in disbelief. "He makes fun of me, and I get detention."
"Yes, Clark, detention. Now, as far as I'm concerned you can make it up after school today. Be in room 209 at 3:15. You can ride the activity bus home. Any questions?"
"No."
"Good. Here's a pass to get you back into class."
Clark took the pass and left, wishing that he had just stayed home. Between being two hours late this morning and spending so much time in the office he really only went to one class, study hall. Normally he would have spent his study hall in the torch, but he hadn't had time to get a pass. Therefore, he was forced to stay.
The final bell rang, and Clark headed for his locker. He had just finished gathering up all his stuff when Lana walked past.
"Lana!!"
"Oh…hey Clark."
"Lana, I just want to apologize for standing you up at the party. I…"
"Don't worry about it. Pete explained to me what happened."
"He did?"
"Yeah, he did. I'm glad you're all right."
Whitney came up behind Lana and wrapped his arms around her.
"Are you ready to go?" Whitney asked.
"Yeah. I'll see you around Clark," Lana said while giving Clark a small smile.
"Bye."
Clark watched as Lana and Whitney walked off down the hall. He still felt a tinge of jealously, but not as much as before. Moving on was definitely the best thing to do. Clark picked up his bag and headed off to detention. Two and a half more hours and he could finally go home.
Title: Moving On
By MitchPell
Author's Notes: I based Smallville High on my high school. I know that this chapter doesn't seem to go anywhere, but it is crucial to the upcoming chapters.
~~~.~~~ = Clark's thoughts
The next morning Chloe and Pete watched as Clark missed the bus yet again.
"I can't believe you didn't want to bet." Chloe said. "You could have had another ten bucks."
Pete made a pathetic attempt to laugh and continued to stare at the back of the seat in front of him.
"What's with you this morning? You seem so…so not you."
"I had a rough morning. I placed my English paper on the kitchen table with my book bag, and my little brother found it necessary to scribble all over it with his crayons. And then when I went to print it out again, I had computer problems. This led to a slight outburst, in which I yelled at my brother, proceeded by a grounding from my father. So lets just say it hasn't been a good morning."
"Wow. I hope your sentence isn't that long."
"Two nights without any phone, TV, or the computer."
"It could have been worse. They could have made you baby-sit your brother."
"Actually, I think I would have preferred that. At least then I could have watched TV, or played video games with him."
Chloe continued to babble on about something or other that wasn't of great importance, so Pete went back to staring at the seat in front of him. Even though his morning was rather rough, it was not the only thing on Pete's mind. Nor was it what was causing him to stare so diligently at the seat. He kept thinking about his conversation with Clark the day before. He just couldn't understand why Clark didn't trust him. They were supposed to be best friends; they were supposed to tell each other everything. But Clark was holding out, keeping Pete in the dark. He had always known that there was something secretive about Clark, something mysterious. He just figured that Clark would tell him sooner or later, but he never did. And that was really bothering Pete. He definitely needed to talk to Clark again. Maybe if he apologized to his parents and his brother they would let him to go Clark's after school.
Clark sighed as he watched the bus pull away from the end of his driveway. In a way he was glad he had missed it. He really wanted to talk to Pete, but he didn't want to do it in front of Chloe. Plus, she would probably catch on to the awkward silence between the two and want to know what the cause was. So, he started to trudge down the road at a walk. He didn't feel like running, and despite his tendency to miss the bus he was always on time for school. So, he figured one tardy wouldn't upset his parents too much.
It took Clark longer than he thought it would to get to school. Yet when you're deep in thought, two hours could seem like mere minutes. After stopping in the office to get a late slip, he headed off to trig/pre- calculus. Unfortunately, Clark was the only freshman among many juniors in his math class. He could have probably could have tested out of all the required math classes at Smallville High. But his parents thought it would be better if he only skipped two years of math instead of four. Clark hated it when he was late for math. One would think that a teacher would love to have a kid as gifted as Clark in their class. But Mr. Miller just didn't like him, some thought this was due to the fact that Clark could probably get up and teach the class himself. Clark entered the room about ten minutes after the bell rang and took his seat as Mr. Miller turned around from the chalkboard.
"Ah, Mr. Kent. How nice of you to grace us with your presence," Mr. Miller said. "We're going over this weekend's homework. So, get it out and pay attention."
Clark didn't say anything. He just fished his homework and textbook out of his bag and placed them on his desk. As Mr. Miller continued to go over the homework, Clark started to think of what he was going to say to Pete. He had to tell him something, but what. He couldn't think of anyway of explaining what happened at Jodie's without telling Pete his whole secret, and he couldn't do that.
"Think, Clark, think!!" Clark muttered to what he thought was himself.
"What's that Mr. Kent?"
"Nothing…sorry," a bright red Clark said, while the rest of the class snickered.
"The ever intelligent Mr. Kent couldn't be having trouble with a math problem could he?" Mr. Miller asked in the most sarcastic manner he could pull off.
"Gee, I thought that would make you pleased." Clark retorted.
~~~Open mouth, insert foot.~~~
"No, what would please me is to see you remove yourself from my class room and go to the office. NOW!!!!!"
Clark gathered up his stuff and left, no longer red from embarrassment but anger.
Clark was in the office for what seemed like an eternity. Principle Kwan heard his side of the story, but needed to talk to Mr. Miller. Therefore, Clark had to sit in the office until Mr. Miller was able to talk to Kwan. He would have gone to his other classes, but Kwan insisted that he stay in the office. Mr. Miller shot Clark a little smirk as he left to return to class.
~~~Me and my big mouth.~~~
"Clark, come in here please," Principle Kwan called. "Well, Clark, I feel that even though you were invoked you acted in a disrespectful manor. Therefore, I'm going to have to give you one night of detention."
"Detention??" Clark cried in disbelief. "He makes fun of me, and I get detention."
"Yes, Clark, detention. Now, as far as I'm concerned you can make it up after school today. Be in room 209 at 3:15. You can ride the activity bus home. Any questions?"
"No."
"Good. Here's a pass to get you back into class."
Clark took the pass and left, wishing that he had just stayed home. Between being two hours late this morning and spending so much time in the office he really only went to one class, study hall. Normally he would have spent his study hall in the torch, but he hadn't had time to get a pass. Therefore, he was forced to stay.
The final bell rang, and Clark headed for his locker. He had just finished gathering up all his stuff when Lana walked past.
"Lana!!"
"Oh…hey Clark."
"Lana, I just want to apologize for standing you up at the party. I…"
"Don't worry about it. Pete explained to me what happened."
"He did?"
"Yeah, he did. I'm glad you're all right."
Whitney came up behind Lana and wrapped his arms around her.
"Are you ready to go?" Whitney asked.
"Yeah. I'll see you around Clark," Lana said while giving Clark a small smile.
"Bye."
Clark watched as Lana and Whitney walked off down the hall. He still felt a tinge of jealously, but not as much as before. Moving on was definitely the best thing to do. Clark picked up his bag and headed off to detention. Two and a half more hours and he could finally go home.