Chapter Four.
Clark looked around for Arza as he waked into the cafeteria. He didn't see her sitting next to Chloe or Pete as he shifted his gaze around the room. He sat down, slightly disappointed next to Pete, "Have either of you seen Arza?"
"I think I saw her sitting next to Lana actually." Chloe shrugged, stabbing her fork into her salad.
"Lana? She hates Lana." Clarke turned around towards the table where Lana sat with her own friends. Sure enough, looking all prim and proper, sat Arza making polite conversation, "I better go save her."
"Let them talk, Clark. There's nothing wrong with it." Chloe shrugged. She was beginning to find that she no longer needed to worry about Lana.Arza Gehnsen was the new chick on Clark's mind.
"I guess." Clark turned back around, and stared down at his hands for a few moments, before Arza came to sit next to them.
"Howdy."
"Why were you talking to Lana? I thought you didn't like Lana." Was the first thing out of Clark's mouth before he could stop himself.
"I was talking with Lana because you weren't here yet. I was ALSO talking to Lana because we got stuck doing out History report together if you remember." Arza smiled, "If I remember correctly you are ALSO in our group."
Clark smiled, "Yea.I forgot about it. I'm sorry."
"Do you want to come over to MY house tonight and do research? Lana said that would work for her."
"Sure." Clark shrugged, "If we can't do it at your house though, I'm sure we could do it at my place."
"Okay. I don't see why my mom wouldn't let us though." Arza shrugged, "You'll just have to excuse the millions of card board boxes lying around.Oh crap! Me and you were going to watch I Dream of Genie reruns tonight!"
"It's okay. We can rain check it."
"But I might only have left over Macaroni and Cheese tonight."
"I'm sure we'll all live." Clark smiled.
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"So, you like Arza?" Pete asked, as he and Clark pushed their way through the halls of Smallville High (A/N: That's right, isn't it?).
"Yea I like her. I mean.I mean as a friend, of course I like her."
"No, I'm talking about something much, much different my friend." Pete shook his head, as they ducked into their chem. class.
"I'm sure you are, and I assure you Pete, that I feel absolutely nothing for Arza, and I'm quite sure I never will."
"I wouldn't BE so sure if I were you, Clark." Pete took out one of his notebooks, and sat down almost daintily in the chair.
"Well, your not me, so just lay off."
"I'm GLAD I'm not you." Pete rolled his eyes, "Oh great.look at who just strolled in."
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Arza looked around her new chem. class. They'd had to switch her schedule around, because the cooking class she had wanted to take that hour had been filled. Apparently people didn't like chemistry very much.there were only about six people in the room.
"Arza! Over here!" Clark ushered her over.
"And you say you don't like her." Pete mulled the sentence over, "You are such a liar."
"Bite me Pete." Clark made the move to smack him over the back of his head, but Pete ducked.
Arza rolled her eyes, "Boys will be boys I suppose."
"Ah.class.I seems we have a new student with us today." Mr. Saint Claire's voice was breezy and mysterious sounding. He was a young man, aging only about 35. Most of the girls found him "quite dreamy", even if he WAS more then 10 years older then them, "I believe it was.Arza?"
Arza nodded, feeling a sudden attraction to this older man. Then again, a lot of girls her age liked older guys, "Yea."
Clark sighed, and looked away from her. He hated it when girls got all misty eyed around Mr. Saint Claire. He didn't understand it. Then again, he wasn't a girl.
"Clark, and Pete?" Mr. Saint Claire stood over them, "Could you please fill Arza in on what we've been going over?"
"Sure, Mr. Saint Claire." Clark smiled at him, "I'd be happy to."
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Later that night, Arza, Clark, and Lana sat in Arza's cluttered living room.
"Okay.so the Japanese are basically plagiarists?" Clark asked.
"No." Arza smiled, "They take ideas from other countries, and PERFECT them. They don't completely STEAL them." She closed her history book, "Like if you wanted like a REALLY good computer, you'd want a Japanese one, because number one, you can probably get it cheaper, and number two, it'll last longer, it's faster, and you've got more storage space."
"I'll stick to my Compaq." Lana smiled.
"Yea. Me too." Arza looked down at the cover of her history book, and her gloved hands.
"So.what are we all doing here?" Clark asked, leaning against the chair behind him.
"No idea. I guess we're just going to divide this stuff, and go our separate ways?" Arza shrugged, holding up the Syllabus Mr. Hiroshima had handed out earlier that day.
"Okay." Clark took the paper out of her hand, and removed a pair of scissors from his binder, cutting the paper into three pieces, handing them out to each of them.
"Okay, I can't handle maps." Arza looked down at her slip.
"Okay. I'll do maps. You can do the report work. I'm to lazy to do that anyway." Clark switched paper with her.
"Hey.I think we can catch the end of Jeannie?" Arza smiled at him, "And I believe I can get us some left over Mac."
Lana gave them both weird looks, "Is it okay if I use your phone?"
"Sure. It's out in the hall." Arza nodded in the general direction, "Can't miss it."
Clark watched Lana get up off the floor, and exit the room, "I think we scared her."
"Let her be scared." Arza moved closer to him, and picked up the TV remote, and the remote for the satellite, "Anyway, would you like to stay here and watch Greenacres with me?"
"Oh yea. I can't think of anyone else I would rather watch Greenacres with." Clark put and arm behind her on the couch, his fingers falling slighting on her shoulder, "I mean that old guy, and the chick! The chick is hot! And that pig! That pig is amazing."
Arza giggled, "You know as much about Greenacres as I do."
Clark smiled, "Yea.I don't watch it that much."
"I could see that." Arza smiled, and Clark bit his lip, pushing back his smile, "I really shouldn't though. My Dad probably wants some help with chores."
"Okay." Arza shrugged.
"How about we rain check it?" He asked, "We could.rent movies or something? Say this weekend?"
"Okay." She nodded, "I'll ask my Mom about it."
"You could come over to my house. I could show you around the farm."
"I'd like that." She smiled.
"Okay. This weekend then."
"I can show you to the door if you like."
"I'd like that." Clark nodded.
Clark looked around for Arza as he waked into the cafeteria. He didn't see her sitting next to Chloe or Pete as he shifted his gaze around the room. He sat down, slightly disappointed next to Pete, "Have either of you seen Arza?"
"I think I saw her sitting next to Lana actually." Chloe shrugged, stabbing her fork into her salad.
"Lana? She hates Lana." Clarke turned around towards the table where Lana sat with her own friends. Sure enough, looking all prim and proper, sat Arza making polite conversation, "I better go save her."
"Let them talk, Clark. There's nothing wrong with it." Chloe shrugged. She was beginning to find that she no longer needed to worry about Lana.Arza Gehnsen was the new chick on Clark's mind.
"I guess." Clark turned back around, and stared down at his hands for a few moments, before Arza came to sit next to them.
"Howdy."
"Why were you talking to Lana? I thought you didn't like Lana." Was the first thing out of Clark's mouth before he could stop himself.
"I was talking with Lana because you weren't here yet. I was ALSO talking to Lana because we got stuck doing out History report together if you remember." Arza smiled, "If I remember correctly you are ALSO in our group."
Clark smiled, "Yea.I forgot about it. I'm sorry."
"Do you want to come over to MY house tonight and do research? Lana said that would work for her."
"Sure." Clark shrugged, "If we can't do it at your house though, I'm sure we could do it at my place."
"Okay. I don't see why my mom wouldn't let us though." Arza shrugged, "You'll just have to excuse the millions of card board boxes lying around.Oh crap! Me and you were going to watch I Dream of Genie reruns tonight!"
"It's okay. We can rain check it."
"But I might only have left over Macaroni and Cheese tonight."
"I'm sure we'll all live." Clark smiled.
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"So, you like Arza?" Pete asked, as he and Clark pushed their way through the halls of Smallville High (A/N: That's right, isn't it?).
"Yea I like her. I mean.I mean as a friend, of course I like her."
"No, I'm talking about something much, much different my friend." Pete shook his head, as they ducked into their chem. class.
"I'm sure you are, and I assure you Pete, that I feel absolutely nothing for Arza, and I'm quite sure I never will."
"I wouldn't BE so sure if I were you, Clark." Pete took out one of his notebooks, and sat down almost daintily in the chair.
"Well, your not me, so just lay off."
"I'm GLAD I'm not you." Pete rolled his eyes, "Oh great.look at who just strolled in."
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Arza looked around her new chem. class. They'd had to switch her schedule around, because the cooking class she had wanted to take that hour had been filled. Apparently people didn't like chemistry very much.there were only about six people in the room.
"Arza! Over here!" Clark ushered her over.
"And you say you don't like her." Pete mulled the sentence over, "You are such a liar."
"Bite me Pete." Clark made the move to smack him over the back of his head, but Pete ducked.
Arza rolled her eyes, "Boys will be boys I suppose."
"Ah.class.I seems we have a new student with us today." Mr. Saint Claire's voice was breezy and mysterious sounding. He was a young man, aging only about 35. Most of the girls found him "quite dreamy", even if he WAS more then 10 years older then them, "I believe it was.Arza?"
Arza nodded, feeling a sudden attraction to this older man. Then again, a lot of girls her age liked older guys, "Yea."
Clark sighed, and looked away from her. He hated it when girls got all misty eyed around Mr. Saint Claire. He didn't understand it. Then again, he wasn't a girl.
"Clark, and Pete?" Mr. Saint Claire stood over them, "Could you please fill Arza in on what we've been going over?"
"Sure, Mr. Saint Claire." Clark smiled at him, "I'd be happy to."
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Later that night, Arza, Clark, and Lana sat in Arza's cluttered living room.
"Okay.so the Japanese are basically plagiarists?" Clark asked.
"No." Arza smiled, "They take ideas from other countries, and PERFECT them. They don't completely STEAL them." She closed her history book, "Like if you wanted like a REALLY good computer, you'd want a Japanese one, because number one, you can probably get it cheaper, and number two, it'll last longer, it's faster, and you've got more storage space."
"I'll stick to my Compaq." Lana smiled.
"Yea. Me too." Arza looked down at the cover of her history book, and her gloved hands.
"So.what are we all doing here?" Clark asked, leaning against the chair behind him.
"No idea. I guess we're just going to divide this stuff, and go our separate ways?" Arza shrugged, holding up the Syllabus Mr. Hiroshima had handed out earlier that day.
"Okay." Clark took the paper out of her hand, and removed a pair of scissors from his binder, cutting the paper into three pieces, handing them out to each of them.
"Okay, I can't handle maps." Arza looked down at her slip.
"Okay. I'll do maps. You can do the report work. I'm to lazy to do that anyway." Clark switched paper with her.
"Hey.I think we can catch the end of Jeannie?" Arza smiled at him, "And I believe I can get us some left over Mac."
Lana gave them both weird looks, "Is it okay if I use your phone?"
"Sure. It's out in the hall." Arza nodded in the general direction, "Can't miss it."
Clark watched Lana get up off the floor, and exit the room, "I think we scared her."
"Let her be scared." Arza moved closer to him, and picked up the TV remote, and the remote for the satellite, "Anyway, would you like to stay here and watch Greenacres with me?"
"Oh yea. I can't think of anyone else I would rather watch Greenacres with." Clark put and arm behind her on the couch, his fingers falling slighting on her shoulder, "I mean that old guy, and the chick! The chick is hot! And that pig! That pig is amazing."
Arza giggled, "You know as much about Greenacres as I do."
Clark smiled, "Yea.I don't watch it that much."
"I could see that." Arza smiled, and Clark bit his lip, pushing back his smile, "I really shouldn't though. My Dad probably wants some help with chores."
"Okay." Arza shrugged.
"How about we rain check it?" He asked, "We could.rent movies or something? Say this weekend?"
"Okay." She nodded, "I'll ask my Mom about it."
"You could come over to my house. I could show you around the farm."
"I'd like that." She smiled.
"Okay. This weekend then."
"I can show you to the door if you like."
"I'd like that." Clark nodded.
