Clark seated himself beside Pete.
"I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner." He said
"Tell me if you recognize anyone" Pete said, and showed him the first photo.
It looked like a school photo, taken of a class of about 25. Clark scanned the faces, but none of them looked familiar, apart from Pete's, of course. Clark shook his head. Pete sighed.
"Ok, how about I tell you their names, and you try to remember them?" He asked
"Ok," Clark agreed. Sounds simple enough He thought.
Pete held up a photo of four teenagers standing on a pier in front of a lake. There was a pretty blonde girl with short choppy hair and a big smile. Beside her was a tall handsome boy with dark hair, wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt and jeans. Next to him was a girl with long dark hair and brown eyes. And last was Pete, a short little guy with dark skin and a cheeky smile.
"This is Chloe," Pete said, pointing to the blonde girl "She's your friend, and you sometimes help her out with the Torch, which is Smallville High's newspaper."
Clark nodded.
"And this is Lana. She owns a coffee shop in town called the Talon." Pete said, deciding not to tell Clark that he sort of had a thing for her. "And that's me, but I guess you already knew that."
"Who's that?" Clark asked, pointing to the tall boy with the plaid shirt who Pete hadn't yet named. "Is he one of my friends?"
Pete's expression was one of half pity and half disbelief. "Clark, that's you." Clark said, amazed that he had not yet seen what he looked like.
"Really?" Clark asked, staring at the good-looking teenage boy in the photo.
"Yeah," Pete answered "Are you surprised?"
"A little," Clark replied "It's just…"
"What?" Pete asked
"I look so normal." Clark said, studying himself in the photo. "How long ago was this taken?"
"Only last summer." Pete answered, checking the date written on the back.
"I had a feeling I was much older," Clark confessed "But apparently I'm only seventeen."
"Yeah, welcome to the perils and pitfalls of adolescence." Pete said, clapping him on the back.
Clark checked his watch. "1.30." He said "Maybe we should head down to the restaurant now."
"Yeah?" Pete asked. "What exactly are you gonna say? 'Hi, I'm Clark. I ate your food and lost my memory. Any comments?'" Clark flinched.
Good going Ross! Pete thought Can you say tactless?
"Sorry." Pete apologized.
"No, you're right." Clark said "I can't go straight to them. It's not like they'd tell me if anything was off with their food anyway." His gaze fell on the pretty blonde girl in the photo.
"You say she works for a newspaper?" Clark asked. Pete nodded. "So she's a reporter?" Pete nodded again. He glanced back at the girl in the photo.
"Can she help us?"
