Chapter Seven
Monday morning came and the Kent's were having breakfast at the kitchen. Linda got out of bed earlier and helped Mrs. Kent prepare the family's first meal of the day.
"I love this omelet Lyn." Mr. Kent praised, before shoving a spoon full of egg, bacon and mozzarella cheese omelet in his mouth. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"
"My mom taught me. She's a whiz inside the kitchen." Linda revealed tearing out a piece of her buttered toast. "She can come up with an impromptu meal just about anytime."
Clark was chucking on his tasty meal when his mom asked him about his interview with Lex.
"The police still have no idea who the culprits are." He relayed, eyes on his meal. "Lex didn't actually saw the creature. It was their guard, Hans who did."
"What is that about?" Linda chimed -in, clueless about the gruesome murder.
"Someone's been killed at the Luthor mansion last Friday." Mr. Kent filled her up.
"Oh my god." She voiced out, shocked. Then she recalled that Lena went to the mansion Friday afternoon. The slaying must've happened after she left. "Who did it?"
No one answered for a moment. The Kent's were having a hard time telling their guest the truth that a monstrous being is out on the streets on a feeding frenzy.
"A cult." Clark lied, sparing her the full horrifying description that Lex gave him.
"Don't worry dear, I'm sure the police is doing anything they can to capture the suspects." Mrs. Kent jumped in automatically, to ease out her thoughts, certain that Linda's disturbed by the news.
At the end of the meal, Linda ones more helped Mrs. Kent with the kitchen chores. Mr. Kent went back to the barn to do some stuff, as Clark left to grab his bag and books up in his room. Linda had taken over, placing the plates and utensils in the dishwasher, while Martha fixed two bologna sandwiches for both Clark and Linda, to take to school.
Clark appeared at the kitchen door, backpack strapped on his wide shoulders.
"Ready to go?" He asked, holding out Linda's bag in one hand.
Linda thanked him for the sweet gesture. She swung her bag on her left shoulder.
"Clark would you hand me the cling wraps." Mrs. Kent requested her son, placing another layer of loaf on the sandwich. Clark was about to obey when,
"Don't worry I got it." Linda proposed opening the top cabinet and retrieving the roll of plastic cling. She gave it to Mrs. Kent.
"How did you know it's in the top shelf of that cabinet?" Martha couldn't help but ask Linda. Mother and son had the same bewildered expression.
Often, most houseguest the Kent's have had before finds it hard to scour for the plastic cling. The top shelf of the cabinet was the last place they'd look in.
"I-I-I." Linda's words trailed off, as she racked her brain for something reasonable to say. "I assumed."
"You assumed?" Martha queried, asking her to expound.
"Yeah. We also keep our foils and clings at the top shelf back in our house." She reasoned, giving them a cheesy grin.
"Oh." Mrs. Kent expressed, as she began wrapping the sandwiches individually, then handing them to Clark and Linda.
They both kissed her goodbye and Linda was the first one to depart the kitchen. She picked up the schoolbooks she left at the living room.
"Clark, please do me a favor and look after Linda." Martha appealed to his son. She knew she could trust Clark with the job.
"Sure." He retorted, biding her goodbye again.
Clark joined Linda out of the house, they commenced for the school bus that was waiting for them.
At Smallville High, they stopped by the lockers before Clark walked Linda to her first class. All eyes were on them.
"See you 'round." She murmured with a smile, a thank you to him.
"Yeah." Clark mumbled, watching her enter the room.
He sighed heavily, thinking that he can be at ease ones more. Having Linda around makes him feel tense, excited and wonderful all at ones. Exactly the same emotions he has when he's with Lana Lang.
The popular kids at school are gathered at their usual table in the cafeteria when lunchtime came. The football team were laughing at some jokes only known to their crowd while the perky cheerleaders gossip about something else. Boys and the latest clothes are mostly the favorite topics.
Clark walked into the cafeteria with his friends Chloe and Pete. The gang was discussing about their plans to do more interviews and come up with more articles for the upcoming school paper issue.
"That interview with Lex's a great idea Clark." Chloe complimented, placing a carton of orange juice on her tray. She has read the rough draft of the article a while ago in class.
Clark and Pete got their own tray and fell in line behind her. Macaroni and cheese, lasagna, cold pizza and the usual jello are but a few snacks prepared for the students.
They located a vacant table at one corner and started for it. On their way they passed the popular kid's table who were having a blast talking and giggling wildly.
Linda was saying something to Lana when she spotted Clark and his friends went by. He met her eyes and beamed a smile, which she returned back.
"How's life with Ms. Popular?" Chloe inquired as the gang crushed on their seats.
"She's great. She's a big help around the house." Clark answered poking his orange juice carton with a straw. "My folks love her, especially my mom. Linda's bonded with her in that short span of time."
"Really? There's a rumor going around that she's a rich, stuck up snob."
"Not true." He interjected, almost instantly. "Linda's nothing like that."
"She's a wonderful girl." Clark added with a far away look in his blue eyes.
He thought of what happened that morning when he walked into the kitchen, to find his mom and Linda fixing the family's breakfast. That scene was picture perfect. It was obvious for Clark and his dad that Mrs. Kent became even more relaxed and happier with Linda as her companion in the house.
"Don't look now," Pete told him. "She's heading this way."
"Hey," Linda took the seat next to Clark. She had her tray with her. "Is it ok if I join you guys?"
"Yeah." The gang said in unison, surprised by her transfer. Clark felt his heart race up a bit faster now that Linda's here.
"Are you sure it's ok for them if you sit here?" Chloe said nodding towards the football team and cheering squad's table.
"Oh yeah." She replied taking a bite off the sandwich prepared by Clark's mom. "Totally."
Pete regarded Clark's sudden change of behavior, before realizing that the reason is sitting right in front of him. He also happened to sense Chloe's jealously rise up.
"So," Linda began to utter, looking over to Clark. "Watcha guys talking about?"
"You." Chloe wanted to say, but later controlled herself.
"This interview with Mrs. Adler for the school papers." Pete shot in, just in time.
"Who's Mrs. Adler?" Linda asked, nipping on her snack.
"That old lady who got into an accident last Saturday." Clark relayed to her. "We wanted to ask her a couple of question's about her rescuer."
"The flying girl." She muttered plainly.
"Earth Angel." Chloe uttered.
"What?" Linda questioned.
"Earth Angel. That's what the whole town's calling her." Chloe clarified while eating her macaroni and cheese meal.
"There's a lot of speculations about her that's been running around Smallville. Some of them sounding absolutely crazy." Pete explained enjoying his lasagna. "They said she has wings of fire and that she descended on a flaming chariot from the heavens."
Pete followed that description with a chuckle.
"That's why we wanted to talk to Mrs. Adler personally and find out the real deal." Clark continued, sipping on his carton of juice.
"Delivering the first hand information to the public without full reliance on the witnesses, claims and theories that had been brought beforehand." She announced executing a nod after. "Just like a full blooded journalist."
"Right." Clark glanced sideways to Linda, admiringly. That was the first thing he learned and lived by as a writer on the school paper. "How did you know that?"
"I used to be a member of the Leesburg High school paper." Linda revealed with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Could she be anymore perfect?!" Chloe thought to herself. Great! Not only is Linda Danvers gorgeous and athletic, she also enjoys the same passion as Clark Kent! How can Chloe Sullivan compete with that?!
"What happened?" Clark spoke softly.
"Let's just say that my past editor and I had conflicting opinions with almost everything." She delivered, rising an eyebrow slightly. "I say black and he says white. He says dry and I say wet."
"So you quit." He concluded digging on his Mac and cheese.
"Of course! I couldn't work in that set up."
Silence fell at the table, no one spoke for about a few minutes until Linda took in the last piece of the bologna sandwich.
"Lyn," Clark broke the silence. Both Pete and Chloe turned their attention to him. "You wanna come with?"
"To the interview?"
"Y-yeah. That is if you don't have anything to do after school." He tried his best not to stutter those words. Chloe couldn't believe this! Clark's inviting her to come with them! What could she possibly do to help?
"No!" Linda retorted. "I mean no, I'm not doing anything after school and yes I'd love to come!"
"Great." Clark was pleased with the news flashing her his dashing 10,000 megawatts grin.
Monday morning came and the Kent's were having breakfast at the kitchen. Linda got out of bed earlier and helped Mrs. Kent prepare the family's first meal of the day.
"I love this omelet Lyn." Mr. Kent praised, before shoving a spoon full of egg, bacon and mozzarella cheese omelet in his mouth. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"
"My mom taught me. She's a whiz inside the kitchen." Linda revealed tearing out a piece of her buttered toast. "She can come up with an impromptu meal just about anytime."
Clark was chucking on his tasty meal when his mom asked him about his interview with Lex.
"The police still have no idea who the culprits are." He relayed, eyes on his meal. "Lex didn't actually saw the creature. It was their guard, Hans who did."
"What is that about?" Linda chimed -in, clueless about the gruesome murder.
"Someone's been killed at the Luthor mansion last Friday." Mr. Kent filled her up.
"Oh my god." She voiced out, shocked. Then she recalled that Lena went to the mansion Friday afternoon. The slaying must've happened after she left. "Who did it?"
No one answered for a moment. The Kent's were having a hard time telling their guest the truth that a monstrous being is out on the streets on a feeding frenzy.
"A cult." Clark lied, sparing her the full horrifying description that Lex gave him.
"Don't worry dear, I'm sure the police is doing anything they can to capture the suspects." Mrs. Kent jumped in automatically, to ease out her thoughts, certain that Linda's disturbed by the news.
At the end of the meal, Linda ones more helped Mrs. Kent with the kitchen chores. Mr. Kent went back to the barn to do some stuff, as Clark left to grab his bag and books up in his room. Linda had taken over, placing the plates and utensils in the dishwasher, while Martha fixed two bologna sandwiches for both Clark and Linda, to take to school.
Clark appeared at the kitchen door, backpack strapped on his wide shoulders.
"Ready to go?" He asked, holding out Linda's bag in one hand.
Linda thanked him for the sweet gesture. She swung her bag on her left shoulder.
"Clark would you hand me the cling wraps." Mrs. Kent requested her son, placing another layer of loaf on the sandwich. Clark was about to obey when,
"Don't worry I got it." Linda proposed opening the top cabinet and retrieving the roll of plastic cling. She gave it to Mrs. Kent.
"How did you know it's in the top shelf of that cabinet?" Martha couldn't help but ask Linda. Mother and son had the same bewildered expression.
Often, most houseguest the Kent's have had before finds it hard to scour for the plastic cling. The top shelf of the cabinet was the last place they'd look in.
"I-I-I." Linda's words trailed off, as she racked her brain for something reasonable to say. "I assumed."
"You assumed?" Martha queried, asking her to expound.
"Yeah. We also keep our foils and clings at the top shelf back in our house." She reasoned, giving them a cheesy grin.
"Oh." Mrs. Kent expressed, as she began wrapping the sandwiches individually, then handing them to Clark and Linda.
They both kissed her goodbye and Linda was the first one to depart the kitchen. She picked up the schoolbooks she left at the living room.
"Clark, please do me a favor and look after Linda." Martha appealed to his son. She knew she could trust Clark with the job.
"Sure." He retorted, biding her goodbye again.
Clark joined Linda out of the house, they commenced for the school bus that was waiting for them.
At Smallville High, they stopped by the lockers before Clark walked Linda to her first class. All eyes were on them.
"See you 'round." She murmured with a smile, a thank you to him.
"Yeah." Clark mumbled, watching her enter the room.
He sighed heavily, thinking that he can be at ease ones more. Having Linda around makes him feel tense, excited and wonderful all at ones. Exactly the same emotions he has when he's with Lana Lang.
The popular kids at school are gathered at their usual table in the cafeteria when lunchtime came. The football team were laughing at some jokes only known to their crowd while the perky cheerleaders gossip about something else. Boys and the latest clothes are mostly the favorite topics.
Clark walked into the cafeteria with his friends Chloe and Pete. The gang was discussing about their plans to do more interviews and come up with more articles for the upcoming school paper issue.
"That interview with Lex's a great idea Clark." Chloe complimented, placing a carton of orange juice on her tray. She has read the rough draft of the article a while ago in class.
Clark and Pete got their own tray and fell in line behind her. Macaroni and cheese, lasagna, cold pizza and the usual jello are but a few snacks prepared for the students.
They located a vacant table at one corner and started for it. On their way they passed the popular kid's table who were having a blast talking and giggling wildly.
Linda was saying something to Lana when she spotted Clark and his friends went by. He met her eyes and beamed a smile, which she returned back.
"How's life with Ms. Popular?" Chloe inquired as the gang crushed on their seats.
"She's great. She's a big help around the house." Clark answered poking his orange juice carton with a straw. "My folks love her, especially my mom. Linda's bonded with her in that short span of time."
"Really? There's a rumor going around that she's a rich, stuck up snob."
"Not true." He interjected, almost instantly. "Linda's nothing like that."
"She's a wonderful girl." Clark added with a far away look in his blue eyes.
He thought of what happened that morning when he walked into the kitchen, to find his mom and Linda fixing the family's breakfast. That scene was picture perfect. It was obvious for Clark and his dad that Mrs. Kent became even more relaxed and happier with Linda as her companion in the house.
"Don't look now," Pete told him. "She's heading this way."
"Hey," Linda took the seat next to Clark. She had her tray with her. "Is it ok if I join you guys?"
"Yeah." The gang said in unison, surprised by her transfer. Clark felt his heart race up a bit faster now that Linda's here.
"Are you sure it's ok for them if you sit here?" Chloe said nodding towards the football team and cheering squad's table.
"Oh yeah." She replied taking a bite off the sandwich prepared by Clark's mom. "Totally."
Pete regarded Clark's sudden change of behavior, before realizing that the reason is sitting right in front of him. He also happened to sense Chloe's jealously rise up.
"So," Linda began to utter, looking over to Clark. "Watcha guys talking about?"
"You." Chloe wanted to say, but later controlled herself.
"This interview with Mrs. Adler for the school papers." Pete shot in, just in time.
"Who's Mrs. Adler?" Linda asked, nipping on her snack.
"That old lady who got into an accident last Saturday." Clark relayed to her. "We wanted to ask her a couple of question's about her rescuer."
"The flying girl." She muttered plainly.
"Earth Angel." Chloe uttered.
"What?" Linda questioned.
"Earth Angel. That's what the whole town's calling her." Chloe clarified while eating her macaroni and cheese meal.
"There's a lot of speculations about her that's been running around Smallville. Some of them sounding absolutely crazy." Pete explained enjoying his lasagna. "They said she has wings of fire and that she descended on a flaming chariot from the heavens."
Pete followed that description with a chuckle.
"That's why we wanted to talk to Mrs. Adler personally and find out the real deal." Clark continued, sipping on his carton of juice.
"Delivering the first hand information to the public without full reliance on the witnesses, claims and theories that had been brought beforehand." She announced executing a nod after. "Just like a full blooded journalist."
"Right." Clark glanced sideways to Linda, admiringly. That was the first thing he learned and lived by as a writer on the school paper. "How did you know that?"
"I used to be a member of the Leesburg High school paper." Linda revealed with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Could she be anymore perfect?!" Chloe thought to herself. Great! Not only is Linda Danvers gorgeous and athletic, she also enjoys the same passion as Clark Kent! How can Chloe Sullivan compete with that?!
"What happened?" Clark spoke softly.
"Let's just say that my past editor and I had conflicting opinions with almost everything." She delivered, rising an eyebrow slightly. "I say black and he says white. He says dry and I say wet."
"So you quit." He concluded digging on his Mac and cheese.
"Of course! I couldn't work in that set up."
Silence fell at the table, no one spoke for about a few minutes until Linda took in the last piece of the bologna sandwich.
"Lyn," Clark broke the silence. Both Pete and Chloe turned their attention to him. "You wanna come with?"
"To the interview?"
"Y-yeah. That is if you don't have anything to do after school." He tried his best not to stutter those words. Chloe couldn't believe this! Clark's inviting her to come with them! What could she possibly do to help?
"No!" Linda retorted. "I mean no, I'm not doing anything after school and yes I'd love to come!"
"Great." Clark was pleased with the news flashing her his dashing 10,000 megawatts grin.