Chapter 3 : Ignore no more.
A/N: Yes, currently I have purposely tried to make Olivia seem like a classic Mary Sue. Oh, but don't worry, things will change soon enough.
Summary: Since the night in Clark's loft, Olivia and Clark Have been avoiding eachother. They've only spoken a little if at all but all it takes is a little word to fix it all.
Well, the tuesay was pretty uneventful. There was still an akwardness in the air between Clark and Olivia. The day's schedual went pretty much with get to school, go to lockers, get books, go to class, head home. No space for any talk, or atleast not to eachother. As fast as it came, Tuesday went, then wednesday went the same, and on Thursday the routine repeated it's self. Friday was a little different though, well, atleast things were a little less akward.
Olivia slung her black messenger bag over her shoulder and headed out the front door of her 'house'. She smiled in the warm spring air. Her silver porshe awaited her just inside the gates as she walked towards it. She pulled open the door, got in and started up the engine. She pressed some of those fancy buttons and watched the gate open. She started with the gas pedal and quickly made her way to school. Upon arrival she could see Clark in the lot. She just pulled into a parking space and got out. She could see Clark wanted to talk to her, but she wasn't sure she wanted to talk to him. Something strange had happened up in his loft, something... supernatural? She sighed, this was never going to work. How was she suposed to figure him out if they weren't even on talking basis. Her plan had been to twist him around her finger with all these goody-goody traits. Kind of Like that Lana lang. She had to find a way to get him to do what she wanted, otherwise, she might never get what she wanted.
Clark headed up the stairs into the school after Olivia. The both of them headed towards their lockers. It had been so difficult to stop speaking to her, but it was clear that she didn't want to speak to him. He opened his locker, twisting the knob to the appropriate code, and started grabbing his books. A few glances were exchanged between the two, but no talk.
"Clark" Olivia started, thank god, someone had said something. "Do you remember what happened the other day?" She asked, truth to be told, She was still a little hazy. Clark only responded with a mumbled "yeah." Olivia nodded, and then continued "Well, can we forget that ever happened? being on a talking basis is better than not" She laughed. Clark eyed her for a moment, checking to see for sarcasim or just 'fake-ness', he could see none. "yeah, Let's forget that" He added. The two headed off for Biology where some important lesson took place. The rest of the day pretty much went as planned.
Olivia walked out of the school at two thirty seven in the afternoon. School was finally out for the weekend. Olivia ran over to where 'the gang' was standing. She stood there for a few minutes, adding a few things into their conversation until, once again, Chloe piped up " Back on a talking Basis?" She asked, Clark let his jaw drop lightly as if her were about to say something. "You bet" Was all Olivia could say. It was good that they were talking, but she had to get back to bussines before she started developing feeling for him. Infact she already had, she just didn't know it.
"Clark, you busy tonight?" Olivia asked him, he was taken off gaurd. He looked around, "Um.. uh. No, not really" was all he could get out. She answered with a simple "good, Call me" and slipped a piece of paper into his hands. She headed off towards her car, giving Clark a wink. In the distance she could hear Pete say "Chick Magnet" once or twice. It was good to know they thought of her as a chick. Unless they meant Chicken, and if they meant that, they'd be in trouble. And with that thought, the young girl drove off in her silver porche, leaving a small trail of swirling dust behind her.
As the Brunette headed home there was a light smell of kryptonite in the air. Her head began to haze, but she was sure she could make it home. It wasn't too far, she could see the gates ahead. The gates? She had to stop, the brakes just make her go fast the more she tried to slam on them. The code! She had to punch in the code. She desperatly tried to press the right buttons, the the smell of Kryptonite in her nose, and the taste of it in her breath made her disoriented. She couldn't tell which was where, and what was who. Unable to stop herself, the perfect silver poche, became a crushed ugly car. There were indents in the front and the car was crushed around her. Olivia wasn't sure she would be able to get out. The kryptonite was making her weaker and weaker, but she just couldn't get herself out. She could hear an alarm ring as her mother rushed out of the house. Olivia laid in the car, weak, as several passer-by-ers called an ambulance. The scene had attracted many news crews and before long, it was on the television.
Clark sat in the living room of his house, picking up the phone, and then hanging it up. He had argued with himself all night and finally he just decided that he'd watch some televison and forget about it. He rested the converter on the channel six news where they were talking about someone murder trial. The anchors suddenly stopped the tapes and headed onto some late breaking news. Clark paid little attention, but soon he was hooked. "We have some later breaking news folks. Tonight over at the Mathis mansion, the young heiress Olivia Mathis, has been seriously injured during a head on collision with the gates of the mansion. They say the young girl is trapped in the car, and that her parents, Mrs. and Mr. Mathis, have called an emergency crew.." Clark didn't have to hear any more to know where he should be.
As quick as he could, Clark rushed down to the scene. The girl inside the car, didn't look hurt, but you could hear it in her desperate voice. Clark felt useless, he could do nothing with all these people around, but finally, someone was able to free her. In an instant the parents declined the invite to the hospital and brought their daughter into the house.
"Clark?" Olivia asked weakly, her voice scratchy but sweet. Her arm limply reached out to him and he took her hand for a moment. The both of them could feel a connection at that moment as Clark smelt the same smell of Kryptonite he had smelt that night in his loft. He had to get out of this place, and back to his house. His super speed got him there easily, but he was still worried about Olivia.
Olivia's head cleared once she got into the clear air of her house. She smiled at the sight of her parents. Her father looked both scared and dissapointed but her mother only showed love. "Olivia, when we adopted you we didn't expect this. You need to be more careful, You can't draw attention to yourself" was all her father said to her. "James! Don't you dare tell our daughter that, it's not her fault" Mrs. Mathis yelled at her husband, "Honey, we love you and we just want you to be safe" Olivia's mom said to her. "I know mom" Olivia answered back. Then Mr. and Mrs. Mathis gave their daughter a hug adn let her be on her way.
Olivia headed down into the cellar. She felt the cold brick wall on the tips of her fingers and listened to the scratching noise her nails made when she dragged them on the stone. She flicked the light on and went towards the bulging sheet in the middle of the room. She ran her hand over the purpleish grey cloth before exposing the item underneath.