Chapter 2: Lex
It was late but I couldn't sleep. My mind just refused to shut off. I kept going round in circles trying to hash everything out. I was sitting in the study where just a few nights ago I had drunken myself to sleep. This time I didn't want to resort to such drastic measures. However I was pretty close to breaking down and taking a sleeping pill. The worries and pains of the week had taken their toll on me. They had made me dead tired but at the same time they were what was keeping me awake. How could I sleep when all of my instincts are screaming at me warning me something is up with Clark's father? Jonathan Kent has always treated me like an adversary. Like a bug he'd like to squash. But lately he's been going out of his way to treat me like… like a human being. Oh, he hasn't done anything obvious just a lot of little things like acknowledging that I'm actually in a room. Whatever it is it's made my life easier, I don't feel like I'm under review every minute I step into the Kent household. Still I can't help but question it. I've learned that niceness usually comes with a price tag. Only that doesn't make much sense in Jonathan's case. The one time I did offer to pay to make his problems go away he turned me down flat. Still I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.
There were some repercussions at the plant as a result of Earl's hijacking but nothing huge. My father called me to supposedly check up but I knew it was his way of telling me that he didn't trust me. Nether the less the rest of the world doesn't seem to notice any different and other than the strangeness with Clark's father life has gone on as normal or as normal as life gets in Smallville. I swear that this town has got to be the weirdest in the world. That friend of Clark's Chloe has it right with her wall of weird, which brings me back to Clark. He's a puzzle that I just can't help but try and solve. It's like he's really my brother and I'm reading his diary or at least trying to pick the lock. It's a secret and I've made it my business to know everything about everybody. My psychologist thinks it's a form of getting control. That I dig because when I was a child I had no control and I still feel like I don't. It makes a lot of sense but I can't break myself of the habit, it's saved me too many times. On the line of life saving so has Clark.
He drives me nuts. It must me a Kent skill, driving people nuts. His father is doing a fair job of it himself. "Ugh." I groaned. Giving up on trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe I grabbed my coat. The only way this mystery was going to be solved was for me to ask. Bluntness is not my usual style but in this case I felt that straightforward was probably best. Hell, it might even catch him off guard and he'll actually answer. I might as well try or I'm not going to be getting any beauty sleep any time soon.
It was late but I couldn't sleep. My mind just refused to shut off. I kept going round in circles trying to hash everything out. I was sitting in the study where just a few nights ago I had drunken myself to sleep. This time I didn't want to resort to such drastic measures. However I was pretty close to breaking down and taking a sleeping pill. The worries and pains of the week had taken their toll on me. They had made me dead tired but at the same time they were what was keeping me awake. How could I sleep when all of my instincts are screaming at me warning me something is up with Clark's father? Jonathan Kent has always treated me like an adversary. Like a bug he'd like to squash. But lately he's been going out of his way to treat me like… like a human being. Oh, he hasn't done anything obvious just a lot of little things like acknowledging that I'm actually in a room. Whatever it is it's made my life easier, I don't feel like I'm under review every minute I step into the Kent household. Still I can't help but question it. I've learned that niceness usually comes with a price tag. Only that doesn't make much sense in Jonathan's case. The one time I did offer to pay to make his problems go away he turned me down flat. Still I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.
There were some repercussions at the plant as a result of Earl's hijacking but nothing huge. My father called me to supposedly check up but I knew it was his way of telling me that he didn't trust me. Nether the less the rest of the world doesn't seem to notice any different and other than the strangeness with Clark's father life has gone on as normal or as normal as life gets in Smallville. I swear that this town has got to be the weirdest in the world. That friend of Clark's Chloe has it right with her wall of weird, which brings me back to Clark. He's a puzzle that I just can't help but try and solve. It's like he's really my brother and I'm reading his diary or at least trying to pick the lock. It's a secret and I've made it my business to know everything about everybody. My psychologist thinks it's a form of getting control. That I dig because when I was a child I had no control and I still feel like I don't. It makes a lot of sense but I can't break myself of the habit, it's saved me too many times. On the line of life saving so has Clark.
He drives me nuts. It must me a Kent skill, driving people nuts. His father is doing a fair job of it himself. "Ugh." I groaned. Giving up on trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe I grabbed my coat. The only way this mystery was going to be solved was for me to ask. Bluntness is not my usual style but in this case I felt that straightforward was probably best. Hell, it might even catch him off guard and he'll actually answer. I might as well try or I'm not going to be getting any beauty sleep any time soon.