Author's note: If you're wondering why I keep making 'em smile. It's cause
I'm on serious coffee overload right now. not only that but I think we're
all are pretty much obsessed over Tom Welling. Especially that smile.. He
has like the most GORGEOUS smile.. Duh, because he is GORGEOUS!!! .. Please
leave a message after the *BEEP*!!!! Hehehehe I am sooo crazy, anyways..
Ummm here's the next part. Note: I'm seriously trying not to make Jean, so
much like Lana. But they've got so much stuff in common it's kinda scary,
ya know. Except 4 the fact that Lana doesn't throw "tantrums" soooooo.
Chap. 7 I think???
**This indicates a thought**
Chapter 7
"So where are you two going? Clark quickly spun around and came face to face with Lana.
"Gym. I think." Jean squinted at the schedule.
Lana shook her head, "Oh, I didn't want to bother you. I just wanted to know if you were going to the Talon later." She smiled.
Clark nodded. Normally a smile or even a smirk from Lana would turn him into a slobbering St. Bernard puppy. But today her smile just didn't have that effect.
"Well, I think Chloe and Pete were looking for you Clark." She continued, "I'll see you in class."
She walked away Whitney following closely at her heel.
Jean recognized him from the bus, "I didn't know he was Lana's boyfriend?"
"Who... Whitney?" Clark said with an unusual amount of melancholy in his voice.
"Yeah... you okay?" She sensed that something was up just from the tone of his voice. Jean looked up at him, her eyes filled with sympathy.
He instantly perked up. "Yeah, why?"
"You really like her, don't you?"
"No... I... uh." He laughed nervously.
"That's a yes!" She smiled. "Haven't you heard that true love is fifty percent friendship and fifty percent romance? I know it's really lame," She paused, "but I think that you and Lana have the friendship part down, and I'm under the impression that she has feelings for you too."
**Even if I did have to kinda probe her mind to find out what they were...I guess my jealous streak just kicked in.** She thought to herself.
He looked at her uncertainly.
**He's so cute when he does that. ** "Just trust me."
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In gym they were outside playing soccer. Clark could have easily won the game, a combination of swift speed and unbeatable strength and he would be unstoppable. Unfortunately that was the problem he wasn't allowed to use his abilities. His parents feared that someone would get hurt, be suspicious, ask questions and he would be taken away from them. Besides, everyone would think he was... a freak.
"Hey relax, you'll be fine." Jean patted his arm.
His jaw clenched, as he though of all the possibilities. Messing up and using his powers meant that everyone would find out what he really was. Sometimes just the thought scared him; he didn't even want to know what would happen when it was time to face reality."
Jean still sensed his uneasiness. "Clark, hey it's not if you win or lose. Right? It's all about going out there and having fun." She giggled, "I just sounded like a middle school football coach."
Hearing this he smiled.
**There's something about Jean, whenever I talk to her... It's like she understands exactly what I'm trying to say. It may be a special link, kindred spirits, who knows, but I feel like I can tell her anything. **
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Finally the end of class, many of the students were bent over rubbing their ankles and tending to wounds on their knees. The ones that weren't injured were chatting happily to friends and fellow classmates.
"Grey!" Coach Arnold bellowed.
"I've only been here a day, and he's already calling me by my last name." She murmured to Lana.
She nonchalantly walked over to where Coach Arnold was standing.
"I saw you out there, and I've decided I want you to play for the team. Heck, I'll even make you captain. It's been a while since we had a good captain and I really think you'd do the team some good. So whaddya say?"
"I.."
"Great. Just get these forms filled out, and have them on my desk tomorrow morning. See you at practice tomorrow."
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"What was that all about?" Lana inquired of Jean when she got back into the line.
"Coach, just asked me to join the soccer team. Or more like he TOLD me I was on it."
"Hey... it's Coach Arnold."
"I just hope he doesn't make a habit out of it." Jean said waving the paper around.
"It's probably already a habit." Lana chuckled.
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"So I guess we'll have to go to the Talon. Now that you made the soccer team."
School had ended about four hours ago and Chloe, Jean, Pete and Clark were taking a break to go to the Talon.
"I didn't exactly SAY I was joining the team, Clark. Coach Arnold just kinda told me I was and I still have to ask your parents if it's okay."
"There's no reason why you shouldn't, you're great at soccer."
"Ummmmmm... ahhhh... yeah." Pete had to agree with Clark, he had seen Jean earlier on the field and she was remarkably talented.
"Thanks."
"Sooooo, that was very enlightening!" Chloe said sarcastically. "But right now my mind is only focused on one thing, that white chocolate espresso that seems to be calling my name." She literally seemed to hop away.
"Is she always like this?" Jean smiled.
"Yeah but only when she hasn't had her coffee and even when she has, she's still a little.."
"I heard that KENT!" Chloe called from about a mile ahead of them.
Jean, Pete and Clark laughed hysterically.
"I swear all that coffee gives her superpowers... SUPER HEARING!" Pete joked.
"Haha, very funny guys." Although she couldn't help but join in on their laughter.
The bell on the Talon door rang loudly indicating that more customers had arrived.
"Usual booth?" Chloe raised an eyebrow.
Pete nodded.
Within minutes they had struck up a conversation, the usual school related topics. Classes, teachers, stuff of that nature...
"NO one eats the skin of the kiwi fruit. That's just really weird." Chloe laughed.
"Hey if something tastes good why not eat it." Jean attempted a mock pout, "It's almost like eating the skin of an apple. Right? Anyways I don't care what you guys think." She waved her hands around, emphasizing, "You should really try it ... Hey I bet you eat hotdogs, that's worse. Ya know they're made with pig hearts."
"W-what?" Chloe was laughing so hard that coffee had started to dribble down her chin.
"My teacher told us when we were dissecting pig hearts in biology. He was like, 'don't say ewww... say yummmm,' she took a sip of her latte, "And that's when he told us that they grind pig hearts and the other leftover items. of the pig, to make hotdogs."
"JEAN?!"
Jean and Chloe were still laughing even as Pete and Clark shook their heads.
"Sorry *snort* Clark, it's just... *snort* you should have seen the look on your face. when I told you guys that... it's just... *hic* it's just... FUNNY!" Jean still couldn't control her laughter.
"After this, I probably won't be able to eat hotdogs for a very long time." Pete looked at the table a smile appearing on his face.
"The caffeine must be seriously messing with their brains." Clark added.
Jean laughed again.
*ring ring* The bell on the door rang again announcing that more customers had arrived.
Lex stepped into the Talon, being closely followed by a rather youthful, petite girl. She had curly brown hair that came up to her shoulders and had it slightly pulled back into two pigtails. She had on baby blue jacket, which was most likely to cover her sleeveless, midriff cloud printed top that clearly stated 'ANGEL' in blue glittery letters, her bellbottom jeans covered her shoes just right so that only the front half of her shoe could be seen. Her overly large hoop earrings finished the ensemble.
"Clark!"
Clark spun around suddenly, "Hey Lex!"
"Uh, I gotta go," this was obviously Pete's cue to leave. He hated the way Clark and Lex were good friends. It's not like Clark didn't know how he felt about the Luthors, and Clark being Lex's friend just made him even more annoyed with the whole thing. Pete exited from the booth catching a wave from Jean as he went.
Lana was taking orders from a bunch of guys in the next booth over, but paused when she saw Lex, "checking up on business?"
"Actually," he said with a smile, "I'm showing Staci here, around town. She's the daughter of an old friend in Metropolis."
Staci smiled sweetly, her eyes set contently on Clark.
"Yep, and I can speak for myself ya know," The young girl smiled again, "Hi! I'm STACI Vandoft!" She practically thrust her hand out at Clark.
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**This indicates a thought**
Chapter 7
"So where are you two going? Clark quickly spun around and came face to face with Lana.
"Gym. I think." Jean squinted at the schedule.
Lana shook her head, "Oh, I didn't want to bother you. I just wanted to know if you were going to the Talon later." She smiled.
Clark nodded. Normally a smile or even a smirk from Lana would turn him into a slobbering St. Bernard puppy. But today her smile just didn't have that effect.
"Well, I think Chloe and Pete were looking for you Clark." She continued, "I'll see you in class."
She walked away Whitney following closely at her heel.
Jean recognized him from the bus, "I didn't know he was Lana's boyfriend?"
"Who... Whitney?" Clark said with an unusual amount of melancholy in his voice.
"Yeah... you okay?" She sensed that something was up just from the tone of his voice. Jean looked up at him, her eyes filled with sympathy.
He instantly perked up. "Yeah, why?"
"You really like her, don't you?"
"No... I... uh." He laughed nervously.
"That's a yes!" She smiled. "Haven't you heard that true love is fifty percent friendship and fifty percent romance? I know it's really lame," She paused, "but I think that you and Lana have the friendship part down, and I'm under the impression that she has feelings for you too."
**Even if I did have to kinda probe her mind to find out what they were...I guess my jealous streak just kicked in.** She thought to herself.
He looked at her uncertainly.
**He's so cute when he does that. ** "Just trust me."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In gym they were outside playing soccer. Clark could have easily won the game, a combination of swift speed and unbeatable strength and he would be unstoppable. Unfortunately that was the problem he wasn't allowed to use his abilities. His parents feared that someone would get hurt, be suspicious, ask questions and he would be taken away from them. Besides, everyone would think he was... a freak.
"Hey relax, you'll be fine." Jean patted his arm.
His jaw clenched, as he though of all the possibilities. Messing up and using his powers meant that everyone would find out what he really was. Sometimes just the thought scared him; he didn't even want to know what would happen when it was time to face reality."
Jean still sensed his uneasiness. "Clark, hey it's not if you win or lose. Right? It's all about going out there and having fun." She giggled, "I just sounded like a middle school football coach."
Hearing this he smiled.
**There's something about Jean, whenever I talk to her... It's like she understands exactly what I'm trying to say. It may be a special link, kindred spirits, who knows, but I feel like I can tell her anything. **
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Finally the end of class, many of the students were bent over rubbing their ankles and tending to wounds on their knees. The ones that weren't injured were chatting happily to friends and fellow classmates.
"Grey!" Coach Arnold bellowed.
"I've only been here a day, and he's already calling me by my last name." She murmured to Lana.
She nonchalantly walked over to where Coach Arnold was standing.
"I saw you out there, and I've decided I want you to play for the team. Heck, I'll even make you captain. It's been a while since we had a good captain and I really think you'd do the team some good. So whaddya say?"
"I.."
"Great. Just get these forms filled out, and have them on my desk tomorrow morning. See you at practice tomorrow."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"What was that all about?" Lana inquired of Jean when she got back into the line.
"Coach, just asked me to join the soccer team. Or more like he TOLD me I was on it."
"Hey... it's Coach Arnold."
"I just hope he doesn't make a habit out of it." Jean said waving the paper around.
"It's probably already a habit." Lana chuckled.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So I guess we'll have to go to the Talon. Now that you made the soccer team."
School had ended about four hours ago and Chloe, Jean, Pete and Clark were taking a break to go to the Talon.
"I didn't exactly SAY I was joining the team, Clark. Coach Arnold just kinda told me I was and I still have to ask your parents if it's okay."
"There's no reason why you shouldn't, you're great at soccer."
"Ummmmmm... ahhhh... yeah." Pete had to agree with Clark, he had seen Jean earlier on the field and she was remarkably talented.
"Thanks."
"Sooooo, that was very enlightening!" Chloe said sarcastically. "But right now my mind is only focused on one thing, that white chocolate espresso that seems to be calling my name." She literally seemed to hop away.
"Is she always like this?" Jean smiled.
"Yeah but only when she hasn't had her coffee and even when she has, she's still a little.."
"I heard that KENT!" Chloe called from about a mile ahead of them.
Jean, Pete and Clark laughed hysterically.
"I swear all that coffee gives her superpowers... SUPER HEARING!" Pete joked.
"Haha, very funny guys." Although she couldn't help but join in on their laughter.
The bell on the Talon door rang loudly indicating that more customers had arrived.
"Usual booth?" Chloe raised an eyebrow.
Pete nodded.
Within minutes they had struck up a conversation, the usual school related topics. Classes, teachers, stuff of that nature...
"NO one eats the skin of the kiwi fruit. That's just really weird." Chloe laughed.
"Hey if something tastes good why not eat it." Jean attempted a mock pout, "It's almost like eating the skin of an apple. Right? Anyways I don't care what you guys think." She waved her hands around, emphasizing, "You should really try it ... Hey I bet you eat hotdogs, that's worse. Ya know they're made with pig hearts."
"W-what?" Chloe was laughing so hard that coffee had started to dribble down her chin.
"My teacher told us when we were dissecting pig hearts in biology. He was like, 'don't say ewww... say yummmm,' she took a sip of her latte, "And that's when he told us that they grind pig hearts and the other leftover items. of the pig, to make hotdogs."
"JEAN?!"
Jean and Chloe were still laughing even as Pete and Clark shook their heads.
"Sorry *snort* Clark, it's just... *snort* you should have seen the look on your face. when I told you guys that... it's just... *hic* it's just... FUNNY!" Jean still couldn't control her laughter.
"After this, I probably won't be able to eat hotdogs for a very long time." Pete looked at the table a smile appearing on his face.
"The caffeine must be seriously messing with their brains." Clark added.
Jean laughed again.
*ring ring* The bell on the door rang again announcing that more customers had arrived.
Lex stepped into the Talon, being closely followed by a rather youthful, petite girl. She had curly brown hair that came up to her shoulders and had it slightly pulled back into two pigtails. She had on baby blue jacket, which was most likely to cover her sleeveless, midriff cloud printed top that clearly stated 'ANGEL' in blue glittery letters, her bellbottom jeans covered her shoes just right so that only the front half of her shoe could be seen. Her overly large hoop earrings finished the ensemble.
"Clark!"
Clark spun around suddenly, "Hey Lex!"
"Uh, I gotta go," this was obviously Pete's cue to leave. He hated the way Clark and Lex were good friends. It's not like Clark didn't know how he felt about the Luthors, and Clark being Lex's friend just made him even more annoyed with the whole thing. Pete exited from the booth catching a wave from Jean as he went.
Lana was taking orders from a bunch of guys in the next booth over, but paused when she saw Lex, "checking up on business?"
"Actually," he said with a smile, "I'm showing Staci here, around town. She's the daughter of an old friend in Metropolis."
Staci smiled sweetly, her eyes set contently on Clark.
"Yep, and I can speak for myself ya know," The young girl smiled again, "Hi! I'm STACI Vandoft!" She practically thrust her hand out at Clark.
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