Part 2 of the story.....Back and forth between past and present. Lex and Clark past stuff. Ch. 1 is Lex though.
Part 2
Chapter 1
Lex walked up the long driveway leading to Clark's house. His hands were jammed into the pockets of his black jacket. He studied the ground as he walked, trying not to think of all the bad things he'd done to the one person he could truly call a friend. He trudged along, kicking a pebble, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He should've just been happy somebody in Smallville accepted him. But no, he had to push the limits again. He deliberately hurt Clark. Forget an experiment in the name of science. It wasn't that. He'd scattered the meteor rocks in Clark's house knowing the effect it would have on the younger boy.
Lex reached up one hand and knocked on the front door. His fingers twitched nervously. He silently begged God to let Clark answer the door and be perfectly fine.
Instead, Martha Kent swung the door open. Instantly, Lex knew what had happened. Martha looked dead. There were dark circles under her eyes and she was hunched over. Her eyes look haunted and distant. Sweat ran down her flushed face. She didn't even give her usual mother smile she threw at everyone. She held a dustpan in one hand and a small broom in the other. The dustpan was filled with meteor rocks. Lex swallowed.
"Lex," Martha greeted him curtly, dumping the rocks into a small bin by her feet.
Lex peeked over the edge. It was practically full. His stomach churned.
"Um, Mrs. Kent....is Clark home from school yet?" Lex ran a hand over his bald head and tried to smile.
"Uh, no. He's away....with his father."
Lex frowned. She was telling the truth, but it certainly wasn't the whole story. Martha's eyes deceived her. However, Lex never had any trouble lying. His lies were as smooth as silk and popped into his mind and out of his mouth without a single hitch. He could talk his way out of anything. Nobody would doubt him for a minute.
"Oh. I'll come back some other time. I just wanted to see if he wanted two tickets to a U2 concert. I remember him mentioning he was a fan." Lex shrugged. "Could you tell him to give me a call when he gets home?"
Martha nodded, harried. "Sure."
"Well, I'll let you finish up your work. Good bye Martha."
"Good bye, Lex." The door was shut before Lex took one step. He shivered.
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Lex sat in study hall poring over his algebra book. He sighed. Stupid boarding school. He stared at a problem for a few seconds until it looked like a foreign language to him. He slammed the book shut. Nobody even looked up. He traced his fingers along a carving in his desk. He glanced up at the clock. Forty more minutes until classes were over for the day and he could get out of the hellhole that was Wilkinson Academy for Young Men.
A "young man" came through the door at that exact moment. He was a tow-headed kid with a shy smile. He handed a slip of paper to the study hall teacher who give him the typical Wilkinson "go away" nod. The teacher looked up through his bifocals.
"Alexander, you're wanted in guidance," the teacher announced.
Lex stood up, happy for the interruption. He took the pass from the teacher and crammed it into the pocket of his slacks. He strode out the door and down the stairs towards the guidance office. He took his time though, glancing at the painting that adorned the walls and whistling softly. He thought about his mother. Three years earlier exactly, his mother had died of cancer. And God did he miss her. Lex stopped. He felt his eyes misting over again and he couldn't have that. Godammit, he was a Wilkinson Young Man, he couldn't cry.
Lex opened the door to the guidance office. He hadn't been inside before. It was his second week at Wilkinson, but he already hated it, especially the way freshman got pushed around. He'd been shoved into lockers, pushed down stairs, and worst, thrown outside naked when he was trying to change for gym. There was a back exit to the academy that led to the outside, next to an all-girl's academy who's entire population- or at least it had seemed that way- had gotten a clear view of Lex's manhood as he frantically banged on the door, demanding to be let in.
Lex wasn't used to being shoved around. He was used to being so rich and powerful that people didn't touch him. But it was different at Wilkinson. There were people much richer than he was. It didn't help that he was the only bald guy in school. It was humiliating. He was tortured and ridiculed, humiliated and beaten, and it was only his second week at school. Apparently, one of the seniors- the one with the biggest neck- had a father who'd been recently laid off from Luthor Corp. This did not help Lex any. And it wouldn't help to tell his dad. Lionel wouldn't even care.
Lex showed the slip to a kindly looking woman behind a desk. The entire staff of the school was male, except for the guidance department consisting of a bunch of females who spent the lunch periods making out with random teachers in the library. One would find these things out quickly at Wilkinson, especially if one had been searching for "Great Expectations," and had instead come upon a dark-haired guidance counselor necking with one's algebra teacher, and the next day catching the same counselor with one's Latin teacher.
"Mrs. Daley," the receptionist said. "Room 5."
Lex walked over to room five and knocked on the door softly.
"Come in," a sort of flowery sounding voice.
Lex opened the door and was relieved to see that his counselor was not the same counselor he'd seen in the library with his math teacher. This woman looked sort of like a hippie. Her long blonde hair was curly, and her make-up and clothes were light in cheery, such a contrast to the bleak look of Wilkinson Academy for Young Men. She smiled at him a little bit and spoke in a patronizing tone of voice.
"Hello, Lex. I'm Mrs. Daley, your guidance counselor. Now I got a call from your English teacher, Mr. Keating. He said something about you seeming upset in his class."
Lex's eyes watered. He remembered that class. And the way he'd cried a little when they were reading a poem, something called "The Undertaker" or something. He'd thought of his mom. Then after class, he'd had to stay after and finish an assignment, cutting into his lunch period, not that Lex minded. He didn't have anyone to sit with anyway. Mr. Keating had tried to talk to him, get him excited about classes, find out what he was interested in, try and become buddies with him. Lex hadn't bitten. When Mr. Keating asked him what was wrong, he simply shrugged and hurried out of the classroom. He should've known he wouldn't have let it go. Mr. Keating was one of those teachers who cared too much to leave you alone.
"What is it that you're upset about?" Mrs. Daley inquired kindly.
"I'm not really upset about anything," Lex answered.
"Really? Because you look like you're about to cry," Mrs. Daley replied gently.
"My contact lenses," Lex lied quickly. Mrs. Daley nodded and the conversation quickly went in Lex's direction. All the rest of his lies were faultless. The tears quickly left his eyes and he knew he'd charmed Mrs. Daley. By the time he got up to leave he was certain Mrs. Daley saw him as a normal, well-adjusted kid. He was good at fooling people.
Lex walked away, thinking about friends. What he wouldn't give for just one good friend to understand him, to care for him, to sit with at lunch. His friend wouldn't have to be rich or popular, he'd just have to friendly and good to him. Lex would never be mean to him or hurt him purposely. He just wanted a friend. No strings attached. Just a friend.
Lex slunk back into study hall knowing that if he ever had a true friend, he'd always treat him right. Always.
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yeah, who knows where this is going? I sure don't but stick around. It might get interesting.
Part 2
Chapter 1
Lex walked up the long driveway leading to Clark's house. His hands were jammed into the pockets of his black jacket. He studied the ground as he walked, trying not to think of all the bad things he'd done to the one person he could truly call a friend. He trudged along, kicking a pebble, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He should've just been happy somebody in Smallville accepted him. But no, he had to push the limits again. He deliberately hurt Clark. Forget an experiment in the name of science. It wasn't that. He'd scattered the meteor rocks in Clark's house knowing the effect it would have on the younger boy.
Lex reached up one hand and knocked on the front door. His fingers twitched nervously. He silently begged God to let Clark answer the door and be perfectly fine.
Instead, Martha Kent swung the door open. Instantly, Lex knew what had happened. Martha looked dead. There were dark circles under her eyes and she was hunched over. Her eyes look haunted and distant. Sweat ran down her flushed face. She didn't even give her usual mother smile she threw at everyone. She held a dustpan in one hand and a small broom in the other. The dustpan was filled with meteor rocks. Lex swallowed.
"Lex," Martha greeted him curtly, dumping the rocks into a small bin by her feet.
Lex peeked over the edge. It was practically full. His stomach churned.
"Um, Mrs. Kent....is Clark home from school yet?" Lex ran a hand over his bald head and tried to smile.
"Uh, no. He's away....with his father."
Lex frowned. She was telling the truth, but it certainly wasn't the whole story. Martha's eyes deceived her. However, Lex never had any trouble lying. His lies were as smooth as silk and popped into his mind and out of his mouth without a single hitch. He could talk his way out of anything. Nobody would doubt him for a minute.
"Oh. I'll come back some other time. I just wanted to see if he wanted two tickets to a U2 concert. I remember him mentioning he was a fan." Lex shrugged. "Could you tell him to give me a call when he gets home?"
Martha nodded, harried. "Sure."
"Well, I'll let you finish up your work. Good bye Martha."
"Good bye, Lex." The door was shut before Lex took one step. He shivered.
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Lex sat in study hall poring over his algebra book. He sighed. Stupid boarding school. He stared at a problem for a few seconds until it looked like a foreign language to him. He slammed the book shut. Nobody even looked up. He traced his fingers along a carving in his desk. He glanced up at the clock. Forty more minutes until classes were over for the day and he could get out of the hellhole that was Wilkinson Academy for Young Men.
A "young man" came through the door at that exact moment. He was a tow-headed kid with a shy smile. He handed a slip of paper to the study hall teacher who give him the typical Wilkinson "go away" nod. The teacher looked up through his bifocals.
"Alexander, you're wanted in guidance," the teacher announced.
Lex stood up, happy for the interruption. He took the pass from the teacher and crammed it into the pocket of his slacks. He strode out the door and down the stairs towards the guidance office. He took his time though, glancing at the painting that adorned the walls and whistling softly. He thought about his mother. Three years earlier exactly, his mother had died of cancer. And God did he miss her. Lex stopped. He felt his eyes misting over again and he couldn't have that. Godammit, he was a Wilkinson Young Man, he couldn't cry.
Lex opened the door to the guidance office. He hadn't been inside before. It was his second week at Wilkinson, but he already hated it, especially the way freshman got pushed around. He'd been shoved into lockers, pushed down stairs, and worst, thrown outside naked when he was trying to change for gym. There was a back exit to the academy that led to the outside, next to an all-girl's academy who's entire population- or at least it had seemed that way- had gotten a clear view of Lex's manhood as he frantically banged on the door, demanding to be let in.
Lex wasn't used to being shoved around. He was used to being so rich and powerful that people didn't touch him. But it was different at Wilkinson. There were people much richer than he was. It didn't help that he was the only bald guy in school. It was humiliating. He was tortured and ridiculed, humiliated and beaten, and it was only his second week at school. Apparently, one of the seniors- the one with the biggest neck- had a father who'd been recently laid off from Luthor Corp. This did not help Lex any. And it wouldn't help to tell his dad. Lionel wouldn't even care.
Lex showed the slip to a kindly looking woman behind a desk. The entire staff of the school was male, except for the guidance department consisting of a bunch of females who spent the lunch periods making out with random teachers in the library. One would find these things out quickly at Wilkinson, especially if one had been searching for "Great Expectations," and had instead come upon a dark-haired guidance counselor necking with one's algebra teacher, and the next day catching the same counselor with one's Latin teacher.
"Mrs. Daley," the receptionist said. "Room 5."
Lex walked over to room five and knocked on the door softly.
"Come in," a sort of flowery sounding voice.
Lex opened the door and was relieved to see that his counselor was not the same counselor he'd seen in the library with his math teacher. This woman looked sort of like a hippie. Her long blonde hair was curly, and her make-up and clothes were light in cheery, such a contrast to the bleak look of Wilkinson Academy for Young Men. She smiled at him a little bit and spoke in a patronizing tone of voice.
"Hello, Lex. I'm Mrs. Daley, your guidance counselor. Now I got a call from your English teacher, Mr. Keating. He said something about you seeming upset in his class."
Lex's eyes watered. He remembered that class. And the way he'd cried a little when they were reading a poem, something called "The Undertaker" or something. He'd thought of his mom. Then after class, he'd had to stay after and finish an assignment, cutting into his lunch period, not that Lex minded. He didn't have anyone to sit with anyway. Mr. Keating had tried to talk to him, get him excited about classes, find out what he was interested in, try and become buddies with him. Lex hadn't bitten. When Mr. Keating asked him what was wrong, he simply shrugged and hurried out of the classroom. He should've known he wouldn't have let it go. Mr. Keating was one of those teachers who cared too much to leave you alone.
"What is it that you're upset about?" Mrs. Daley inquired kindly.
"I'm not really upset about anything," Lex answered.
"Really? Because you look like you're about to cry," Mrs. Daley replied gently.
"My contact lenses," Lex lied quickly. Mrs. Daley nodded and the conversation quickly went in Lex's direction. All the rest of his lies were faultless. The tears quickly left his eyes and he knew he'd charmed Mrs. Daley. By the time he got up to leave he was certain Mrs. Daley saw him as a normal, well-adjusted kid. He was good at fooling people.
Lex walked away, thinking about friends. What he wouldn't give for just one good friend to understand him, to care for him, to sit with at lunch. His friend wouldn't have to be rich or popular, he'd just have to friendly and good to him. Lex would never be mean to him or hurt him purposely. He just wanted a friend. No strings attached. Just a friend.
Lex slunk back into study hall knowing that if he ever had a true friend, he'd always treat him right. Always.
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yeah, who knows where this is going? I sure don't but stick around. It might get interesting.