Chapter 3, remember, don't own any Smallville characters.
"Clark, I was driving by, want a ride back to your farm?" Lex Luthor asked. He was sitting in a slick black expensive car. Clark looked form Lana to Pete, and back to Lex. He nodded and walked towards the car. Pete and Lana seemed fine, and they were talking to each other. For some reason, he felt that there was no mystery, and nothing unusual had happened, and every time he started to think about it, the image of Miss Akashan's bright blue eyes filled his mind and he would think no more of the strange happenings of the day.
"You okay Clark?" Lex asked as they sped away from the school, and towards Clark's house.
"Yeah, I am fine, school was normal, except I don't think I attended most my classes today, for some reason I didn't go..." Clark trailed off, thinking about the blurred memory of the day.
"What was that?" Lex asked, not understanding at all what Clark was talking about.
"Nothing." Clark mumbled and said thanks as he got out of Lex's car and slung his red bag over his back. Lex said bye and drove off, most likely towards the Luthor mansion. He walked into the house and sat down on the kitchen table, confused over everything.
"You alright?" Clark's mom asked as she walked into the kitchen, she had mail in her hands and was reading a letter. She watched him concerned.
"Actually, I am tired, I think I will do my chores real quick... then go to sleep." With that, he super-sped from the kitchen and out to the barn, to work on his chores, and having super human abilities, he had them done with ease and fast. He fell right into his bed and crashed out.
"Clark!!! Get up! You will be late!" Martha called from downstairs. Clark eyes shot open and darted to his clock. No matter how much sleep Clark got, he would always sleep in late. He threw on a red shirt and jeans, with a plaid button shirt thrown loosely over his red shirt. He ran downstairs and kissed his mom on the cheek lightly, grabbed his books form the counter and ran outside. He got out the door and watched the bus drive off. Clark rolled his eyes and ran to the school in super-speed.
Clark placed his books into his locker and saw Chloe walking towards him. His jaw dropped at the sight of her outfit. She wore a small slick black leather skirt, with a red shirt, sleeveless. She had bright red lipstick on her lips with long thin eyeliner wrapping around her eyes. She walked up to him and slammed his locker shut. She placed her hand firmly against his chest and all Clark could let out was a surprised gasp.
She giggled devilishly and whispered into his ear. "What's a matter Clark?" Clark tried to speak again, but only a squeak came out. "What is with you today Clark? You are acting so strange, and what the hell are you wearing?!"
Clark looked at her curiously, it was him who should have been asking that question. Clark did not have a clue what was going on. He looked away for Chloe for a moment, looking for Pete, maybe he had a hint as to what was up with Chloe.
"Chloe! Look at Lana!" Clark watched in amazement as Lana walked by, she was in old jeans, with a large blue shirt on. She was wearing big glasses that kept slipping down her nose. Just about every time she looked back down at her book, her glasses would slip down her nose, and she would push them back up. Her hair was messy, sloppily tied into a ponytail.
"What about her? She's a dweeb, when have you ever noticed her?" Clark jumped as he felt Chloe's hand press against his butt and he turned around and faced her.
"I am going to, um, go get something, I will catch you later Chloe." and he ran off down the hall.
Chapter 4 is being written right now!