Chapter 3: Secrets Revealed
Alicia watches Clark, her eyes waiting inquisitivly awaiting Clark's answer to how he beat the shit out of a robber, and sat back down, before she had a chance to swallow her drink.
"You don't have to keep anything from me, Clark."
Her smile makes Clark's heart melt in her presence. She takes another drink from her lemonade, the sweet, cold liquid running down her throat. some of it escapes, and falls on her chest, slowly creeping down under her blouse. She takes a napkin, and gently wipes it off her chest. She makes no move to wipe the remainder from under her blouse, and this makes Clark fidget.
Damn it, she's soo hot! Oh my God, she's flirting with me...
Another voice joins in Clark's discussion of himself, a very powerful one.
Tell her, Clark. She looks intrigued.
No, I won't. I don't want her to freak out. Clark argues with himself
I don't want to listen to you. Last time I did, you took total control, and made me fly.
She won't freak out, but if you don't tell her, I will.
Fine, better for her to hear it from me than you.
Clark leans in, and Alicia also leans in.
"Well, Alicia...you could say I'm not from around here."
"You mean, like your not from Smallville?"
"I was actually meaning, not from this world."
Please don't freak out...please don't freak out... Clark thinks to himself.
Alicia looks at Clark, and smiles. She flicks back another stray strand of blonde hair, and starts to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Clark asks.
"Your an alien?"
"Yes..."
"Prove it."
"Prove it? I just did."
"No, you proved to me that you have special powers, like me. You could have gotten your powers from the meteor rocks."
"How do you want to prove that I'm an alien?"
"Well, do you have a spaceship?"
"I did...I blew it up."
"Blew it up? Why?"
"Because my psychotic biological father wants me to rule the world. I blew it up, and to take revenge, my biological father killed my unborn sibling."
"Jesus, I'm sorry. Well, why'd your family send you here in the first place?"
"My biological parents saved my life by sending me here, because my home planet, Krypton, was destroyed."
Alicia holds Clark's hand, and Clark hold's hers.
"Does anyone else know? I mean, about your powers, and how you got here?"
"Well... my parents, Pete Ross, and you. Those are the only people I trust."
"So, I'm the first girl you trust?"
"Yep. I keep your secret, and you keep mine."
"Oh, but your secrets are so much better than mine!"
Clark laughs, just as Ashley comes over to the table carrying their orders. She sets their plates down, and smiles at Clark. They start eating, Clark slowly eats, making more progress watching Alicia eat. She twirls a small group of noodles around her fork, and seductivly sets the spaggetti in her mouth. She smiles as she chews, watching Clark try to politely eat his lunch without getting it on his shirt.
"So, Clark...if you came from another planet, that means that the meteor rocks that came with you are..."
"Yes, from my home planet. The mineral is called Kryptonite, and it can hurt me."
"Hurt you? Why would pieces of your planet hurt you?"
"I don't know, but whenever I get close to Kryptonite, My blood veins buldge out, and it slowly poisons me. If I stay near it, than I could die."
"Well, I read in an issue of the Torch that the school was using fake rubies, and that they were meteor rocks. Do those hurt you?"
"Not that way. I can get near Red Kryptonite, but if I wear it, it's like a drug. Atleast that's what my parents say. I, personnally love it. When I wear it, it's like all the chains that hold me back break apart, and it's miraculous."
"Sounds like a great thing to bring to a party."
Clark laughs, along with Alicia, and soon, their food is gone. Clark politely pays for the meal, and they leave the air conditioned sanctuary. The now afternoon sun beats down on them, and the familiar feel of Alicia's hand returns to Clark.
"Wanna take a shortcut?" Clarks asks, much to the delight of Alicia.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Clark carefully picks up Alicia, and they superspeed downtown. Clark didn't even notice the black van that was carefully watching them. Inside this van, two men stare, astounded at what they just saw. One man, sitting in the passenger's seat, pulls out his cell phone, and speed dials a number into it. Two short rings, and a man answers.
"Mr. Luthor?"
"Yes, Garrison?"
"We located the subjects at a local italian restaraunt. You were right, Luthor. The boy is gifted."
"Incredible work, Garrison. Keep going like this, and a promotion could head both your ways."
"Thank you, Mr. Luthor. Should we keep following them?"
"Yes, but keep your distance. The boy is very strong."
"Yes, sir. Goodbye."
Garrison flips his phone closed, and slips it in his pocket.
"Drive."
The man in the drivers seat starts up the van, and they follow Clark and Alicia to the movie theatre.
Clark and Alicia have already made their way into the theatre. Clark pays for the tickets, and Alicia is getting the popcorn. The consession stand worker watches the two eating their popcorn, and Clark notices.
"What are you looking at?" Clark asks the man.
"Aren't you two supposed to be at school?" The man asks.
"Well, aren't you supposed to be at work?" Clark asks, giving Alicia giggles as she eats a handful of popcorn.
The man scoffs, and gives them their change.
"Enjoy your movie." The man pretends to care while saying it.
"Oh I'm sure we will, considering it probably won't be the movie we'll be enjoying." Clark says, giving Alicia another set of giggles.
As the two walk walk in, they share a dilema.
"Which movie should we see? Fantastic Four? Star Wars: Episode 3? Or...War of the Worlds?"
Alicia senses the hurt in Clarks voice after he said the last movie. She holds his hand, and has some more popcorn.
"Fntstc Fur" She says, her mouth full of popcorn.
Clark laughs, and Alicia punches him. Clark feels nothing but a light touch, and Alicia swallows the popcorn.
"I said Fantastic Four." Alicia states, and touches Clark's arm, where she punched him.
"Did I hurt you?" She asks, rubbing his arm, much to the delight of Clark.
"No, didn't even hurt. But that's what I get for being bulletproof."
"Your bulletproof? You didn't tell me that."
"I didn't want you to freak out."
They walk into the Fantastic Four screening room. Except for them, the entire room is empty, and is cool from the air conditioning. They sit next to each other, Clark holding the popcorn. Clark moves his face in, near Alicia's, and they kiss passionatly. Clark sets the popcorn on the floor, and runs his hand across Alicia's beautiful face. Her blonde hair runs through his fingertip, and she runs her fingers through is black, curly hair. They release, Alicia smiling.
"I could get used to this." She states.
"Me too."
