I totally apologise for the major hiatus - I finished this story eons ago
but completely forgot about putting it up here. Thanks for the replies.
Part 4: Pervert
- Smallville High, students milling about around the entrance -
"Hey Clark, heads up!"
"What?" Lana spun around just in time to see a football approaching her face at what she assumed to be a very painful speed. Before she even realised what she was doing, a hand shot infront of her face and caught the ball. "Hey Pete, most people just hug or say hi, not try to kill their friends." Hmm, I'm fast, like the whole running faster than a speeding bullet thing I guess.
"Yeah well, you know me Clark. Not like I could even hurt you if I tried though." Pete came up and patted who he assumed to be his buddy Clark on the back. "Look, I know I've said I'm sorry already but I can't help but feel really responsible for the current silence between you and Lana."
Lana's ears perked up at this, maybe Pete could offer an explanation that the mute Clark could not seem to muster last night. Maybe Pete really did trick Clark into smoking pot. "I'm sure it wasn't your fault Pete, I'm Clark, I usually manage to mess things up just fine all by myself." Too true.
"I know you're just saying that cos that's what Lana believes, Clark. I know inside you secretly hate me for what I did to you, messing you up with red meteor rocks just when you finally got your big shot at banging the unblemished Lana Lang, temptress of all your wildest fantasies. Or however you would chose to phrase it, euphemisms and all."
"I don't think about Lana that way!" Or does he? Perv. What's this about red meteors? So Clark is like, one of the meteor freaks that turn up, stalk me and try to win me as their own? Gotta say, he fits the description.
"Sure. So I was thinking of a way to make it up to you and I realised that there is a girls Gym class starting in 10 minutes."
"And."
"Do I have to spell it out for you, Clark. AND you go and have a little peek at them though the locker room wall while they're changing. There are far more lucrative uses for x-ray vision than searching abandoned warehouses for bad guys, you know."
"Bu-"
Pete interrupts, "Don't give me that 'invading people's privacy' crap, I know you saw Lana before and weren't too sad about it then."
That's it. This is waaaayy too strange for me, x-ray vision!!! Clark has officially reached pervert and freak status within the space of one very confusing morning. Let's not forget Chloe. She didn't seem quite herself; guess I'll find out about that soon enough.
Clark and Pete walk together into the one of the many hallways of Smallville High. "Ok, if you're not going to do that, at least go talk to Lana." Pete motions for Clark to go and speak to Lana stood at her locker. "The damsel in distress seems to be having a few problems with her locker."
Figures, Clark doesn't know my combination. Clark starts to stride towards Lana, Pete following at a distance. Suddenly Clark stops and holds his head as if in pain.
"Clark, what's wrong man?" Pete called catching up to him.
"I suddenly got really, really hot." Clark raises his head revealing a glistening sheet of moisture.
Part 4: Pervert
- Smallville High, students milling about around the entrance -
"Hey Clark, heads up!"
"What?" Lana spun around just in time to see a football approaching her face at what she assumed to be a very painful speed. Before she even realised what she was doing, a hand shot infront of her face and caught the ball. "Hey Pete, most people just hug or say hi, not try to kill their friends." Hmm, I'm fast, like the whole running faster than a speeding bullet thing I guess.
"Yeah well, you know me Clark. Not like I could even hurt you if I tried though." Pete came up and patted who he assumed to be his buddy Clark on the back. "Look, I know I've said I'm sorry already but I can't help but feel really responsible for the current silence between you and Lana."
Lana's ears perked up at this, maybe Pete could offer an explanation that the mute Clark could not seem to muster last night. Maybe Pete really did trick Clark into smoking pot. "I'm sure it wasn't your fault Pete, I'm Clark, I usually manage to mess things up just fine all by myself." Too true.
"I know you're just saying that cos that's what Lana believes, Clark. I know inside you secretly hate me for what I did to you, messing you up with red meteor rocks just when you finally got your big shot at banging the unblemished Lana Lang, temptress of all your wildest fantasies. Or however you would chose to phrase it, euphemisms and all."
"I don't think about Lana that way!" Or does he? Perv. What's this about red meteors? So Clark is like, one of the meteor freaks that turn up, stalk me and try to win me as their own? Gotta say, he fits the description.
"Sure. So I was thinking of a way to make it up to you and I realised that there is a girls Gym class starting in 10 minutes."
"And."
"Do I have to spell it out for you, Clark. AND you go and have a little peek at them though the locker room wall while they're changing. There are far more lucrative uses for x-ray vision than searching abandoned warehouses for bad guys, you know."
"Bu-"
Pete interrupts, "Don't give me that 'invading people's privacy' crap, I know you saw Lana before and weren't too sad about it then."
That's it. This is waaaayy too strange for me, x-ray vision!!! Clark has officially reached pervert and freak status within the space of one very confusing morning. Let's not forget Chloe. She didn't seem quite herself; guess I'll find out about that soon enough.
Clark and Pete walk together into the one of the many hallways of Smallville High. "Ok, if you're not going to do that, at least go talk to Lana." Pete motions for Clark to go and speak to Lana stood at her locker. "The damsel in distress seems to be having a few problems with her locker."
Figures, Clark doesn't know my combination. Clark starts to stride towards Lana, Pete following at a distance. Suddenly Clark stops and holds his head as if in pain.
"Clark, what's wrong man?" Pete called catching up to him.
"I suddenly got really, really hot." Clark raises his head revealing a glistening sheet of moisture.
