Sorority Lex:
Chapter 6:
By the time Lex had gotten home, he was beyond exhausted. He knew that he was overworked, and that he needed a vacation really badly, but with his father being blind, and irritable, the chances of that happening would be very slim. Lex let out another yawn, as he headed upstairs, and into his office.
Collapsing into his chair, Lex turned on his laptop and waited for it to boot up, and as promised there was a mountain high stack of paperwork just waiting to be signed. Lex sighed, as he picked up one of the forms and started to read it.
'I have never seen so many sir's used in one sentence before' Lex mused to himself, it was quite hilarious to read letters, forms, or reports, written by suck-up's like this, James Gibson, 'god this guy wants a promotion bad.'
Lex continued reading the form, but by the 8th page, he had fallen asleep, his head resting on the desk, and James Gibson's report on the floor.
"Lex" The voice seemed far away, sounding strangely like his fathers, Lex groaned, squeezing his eyes closed, hoping to block out the sound.
"Lex, are you in there?" The voice belonging to his father said again, 'maybe if I was really quiet the voice would go away, hopefully along with the body it belongs to' Lex thought, as the sound of footsteps drew closer. A hand hit him on the head 'Damn no such luck' Lex sighed and opened his eyes partially.
"Yeah, I'm here" Lex groaned, his voice still slick with sleep, "Did you want anything?" Lex sat up strait, and looked down at what he was wearing, 'shit, I'm still wearing the same rags from the Kent's house'
"Yes I was wondering if you had finished signing those reports" Lionel said, looking beyond Lex, Lex looked at his watch realizing that it was 6:00pm.
"No I didn't" Lex said looking at his desk. The forms were where he had left them with the obvious exception of James Gibson's which was now on the floor.
"And why not?" Lionel questioned Lex, 'all the scene needed was an empty room, harsh lights, one way glass, and metal furniture, and it could pass for a real interrogation.' Lex smiled and thanked what ever god was listening for his father's blindness, then cursed them for the same reason.
"Listen I have a reunion to go to and I'm picking my 'date' up at 7, so would you please leave the interrogation for another day" Lex stood up and walked out of the office leaving his father standing there alone.
Once Lex had arrived in his room, he immediately proceeded to strip off the pants and the top he was wearing, and headed to the shower. Once under the scolding jets of water, Lex tried to make proper sense of why he was so tired. He knew that he was over worked, and was pushing the limits of both his endurance and sanity, but it had always been like that, working past the haze of various illegal drugs, before he had to face his father, staying up for sometime 3 days in a row club hopping. But never had he felt this tired after a quiet reunion. But this had been going on long before the reunion, it all started when Lionel moved in.
When the water became lukewarm, Lex turned off the shower and, stepped out, grabbing a fluffy soft towel, in the process. Looking at himself in the mirror, Lex noticed the faint bags under his exhausted eyes.
Opening the medicine cabinet, he took out a small bottle, caffeine pills. Lex had promised himself he would only use them when he was absolutely desperate, and he was desperate. Opening the bottle, Lex tipped 2 small pills into his drying hand, and then dry swallowed them one by one, then closed the lid and placed the bottle back in the medicine cabinet.
Once he was dry, Lex left his bathroom and headed towards his wardrobe, to choose something to wear. 'Damn money, I can never choose what to wear' Lex thought, as he held yet another shirt to his body.
Finally settling on the red shirt, with a black suit, he started to get dressed, and 15 minutes after he had chosen his outfit, he was out the door, and pulling out of the driveway in his black Toyota supra. The only reason Lex had bought this car, was to satisfy his inner grease monkey, it ending up like one of the cars of the fast and the furious. Lex smiled as he felt the power of the car, as it ripped down the Kansas highways.
Chapter 6:
By the time Lex had gotten home, he was beyond exhausted. He knew that he was overworked, and that he needed a vacation really badly, but with his father being blind, and irritable, the chances of that happening would be very slim. Lex let out another yawn, as he headed upstairs, and into his office.
Collapsing into his chair, Lex turned on his laptop and waited for it to boot up, and as promised there was a mountain high stack of paperwork just waiting to be signed. Lex sighed, as he picked up one of the forms and started to read it.
'I have never seen so many sir's used in one sentence before' Lex mused to himself, it was quite hilarious to read letters, forms, or reports, written by suck-up's like this, James Gibson, 'god this guy wants a promotion bad.'
Lex continued reading the form, but by the 8th page, he had fallen asleep, his head resting on the desk, and James Gibson's report on the floor.
"Lex" The voice seemed far away, sounding strangely like his fathers, Lex groaned, squeezing his eyes closed, hoping to block out the sound.
"Lex, are you in there?" The voice belonging to his father said again, 'maybe if I was really quiet the voice would go away, hopefully along with the body it belongs to' Lex thought, as the sound of footsteps drew closer. A hand hit him on the head 'Damn no such luck' Lex sighed and opened his eyes partially.
"Yeah, I'm here" Lex groaned, his voice still slick with sleep, "Did you want anything?" Lex sat up strait, and looked down at what he was wearing, 'shit, I'm still wearing the same rags from the Kent's house'
"Yes I was wondering if you had finished signing those reports" Lionel said, looking beyond Lex, Lex looked at his watch realizing that it was 6:00pm.
"No I didn't" Lex said looking at his desk. The forms were where he had left them with the obvious exception of James Gibson's which was now on the floor.
"And why not?" Lionel questioned Lex, 'all the scene needed was an empty room, harsh lights, one way glass, and metal furniture, and it could pass for a real interrogation.' Lex smiled and thanked what ever god was listening for his father's blindness, then cursed them for the same reason.
"Listen I have a reunion to go to and I'm picking my 'date' up at 7, so would you please leave the interrogation for another day" Lex stood up and walked out of the office leaving his father standing there alone.
Once Lex had arrived in his room, he immediately proceeded to strip off the pants and the top he was wearing, and headed to the shower. Once under the scolding jets of water, Lex tried to make proper sense of why he was so tired. He knew that he was over worked, and was pushing the limits of both his endurance and sanity, but it had always been like that, working past the haze of various illegal drugs, before he had to face his father, staying up for sometime 3 days in a row club hopping. But never had he felt this tired after a quiet reunion. But this had been going on long before the reunion, it all started when Lionel moved in.
When the water became lukewarm, Lex turned off the shower and, stepped out, grabbing a fluffy soft towel, in the process. Looking at himself in the mirror, Lex noticed the faint bags under his exhausted eyes.
Opening the medicine cabinet, he took out a small bottle, caffeine pills. Lex had promised himself he would only use them when he was absolutely desperate, and he was desperate. Opening the bottle, Lex tipped 2 small pills into his drying hand, and then dry swallowed them one by one, then closed the lid and placed the bottle back in the medicine cabinet.
Once he was dry, Lex left his bathroom and headed towards his wardrobe, to choose something to wear. 'Damn money, I can never choose what to wear' Lex thought, as he held yet another shirt to his body.
Finally settling on the red shirt, with a black suit, he started to get dressed, and 15 minutes after he had chosen his outfit, he was out the door, and pulling out of the driveway in his black Toyota supra. The only reason Lex had bought this car, was to satisfy his inner grease monkey, it ending up like one of the cars of the fast and the furious. Lex smiled as he felt the power of the car, as it ripped down the Kansas highways.