Saturday night, Clark goes over to Sophie's house to pick her up. He honks his horn when he stops in front of her house. She walks out looking beautiful as ever, wearing a white mini skirt and black shirt barely covering her.
"Hey Clark." She greets him and gives him a long kiss.
"Hey." He smiles, pleasantly surprised at her greeting. They drive through town, approaching the Talon. "How about we stop and get something to drink for the way there?" Clark suggests.
"I don't think so, Lana is probably there." She says.
"I don't see why you still have a problem with her. She has a boyfriend, Sophie. I'm not going anywhere. She's not going to steal me away." Clark tells her.
"I don't trust her, Clark. I'm sorry, I just don't." She says.
Oh well. I tried, Clark thinks and drives on.
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They pull into the track parking lot and are greeted by the sounds of roaring cars. Must be practice or something, he thinks. Clark takes her hand and leads her toward the track. They walk into the stands and sit down. Sophie looks at the beat up, low budget racecars.
"I take it these drivers are not pro?" She giggles.
"Yeah, your right. But for most, this is how they start." He tells her and watches the cars go around the track. Most of the cars are older Camaros, Monte Carlos and a few Mustangs. Sophie notices Clark intrigued with the cars.
"You really want to be out there, don't you?" She asks.
"Yeah, I do. I just wish I could afford a car." Clark tells her.
"Are you sure you don't want to take Lex's offer?" Sophie asks her.
"Lex is my friend and all, but I don't want my racing funded by Luthor money." Clark says. After all the races are over, Clark stands up getting ready to leave.
"Now before you all leave, it's tradition here at Grandville Speedway for a spectator to take on the races winner. Ten cars, first one to beat him gets three hundred dollars. Got a car good enough to beat Grandville's best? Prove it." The commentator says over the track's sound system.
"Clark! I know your car is fast, go out there!" Sophie urges.
"Alright." Clark says and runs out of the stands. He gets in his car and pulls up in line at the entrance of the pits. Clark is about third in line. The car in front of him is a brand new 04' Mustang. All three cars get beat and Clark is next. He drives out on to the track next to the #79 Camaro that won the race. The flagman drops the green flag and they take off. The other car stomps on the pedal and spins the tires. Clark eases on to the gas and takes off in front. Clark goes too high in to the first corner and the other car roars into the lead. Clark pulls in behind him going down the backstretch and smiles as he nears the last corner. "Time to show who the real winner is." Clark says to himself and goes a little harder into the turn than the other guy. Clark's car slams in to the back of the other car, sending him sideways. The driver saves the car before he spins out, but Clark is already gone. Clark crosses the finish line and wins the race. The crowd cheers as Clark stops the car on the finish line the next time around.
"The winner of the spectator races… Clark Kent!" The commentator announces. Clark smiles and holds up his arm. A rather hot trophy girl goes out and hands Clark a small trophy with the three hundred dollars in cash hanging out the top.
"Thank you." Clark says politely and takes the trophy. She goes to give Clark a kiss on the cheek. Before she does, she gets pushed out of the way.
"Back off, trophy slut." Sophie tells her.
"Sophie, come on." Clark says, trying to pull her back.
"Your right, that whore isn't worth it." Sophie says coldly and gets in the car. Clark picks up the trophy and gets in the driver's seat. He drives off the track through the pits. A man signals for him to stop and walks up to Clark's window.
"Oh no, you really did it this time Sophie." Clark says and rolls down the window.
"I'm not here about your girlfriend. I saw your race out there. You really put it to that guy. So where do you race at?" He asks.
"Oh, I don't race. I don't have a car." Clark tells him.
"Really? That's a shame because you're pretty good on the track." The man says to Clark.
"Thanks. I wish I could, I just don't have the money." Clark says.
"Well, my name is Todd Wrangler. I tried racing, but couldn't cut it. I'm actually looking for a driver that can drive my car every weekend." He tells Clark.
"Wow." Is all Clark can say.
"I pay for everything, all the driver does is drive. You interested?" He asks with a smile.
"Of course I am." Clark says.
"Thursday afternoon is practice. Come by next week and I'll introduce you to your car." Todd tells him.
"Alright, thank you." Clark smiles and Todd pats the top of his car and walks away.
"Clark! You got it!" Sophie says excitedly.
"I can't believe it." He says and kisses her.
"It's alright. I know you'd rather want to kiss me." She smiles. "Can we go someplace quiet?" She asks.
"Sure." Clark says.
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Clark pulls into the Grandville Park parking lot and stops the car. There overlooking a small lake and the moonlight reflects off of it.
"It's beautiful." She comments.
"Not near as beautiful as you." Clark smiles at her. She giggles.
"Clark, that line was bad." She tells him.
"Ok, how is this one?" He asks and kisses her softly. Clark pulls away back into his seat, but Sophie follows him, keeping her lips locked on his. She gets on his lap, facing him and continues to kiss him. After several minutes, She pulls away.
"Clark?" She asks, looking into his eyes.
"Yes, Sophie?" He asks.
"I want you, all of you. I've never felt this strongly about anyone. It's time we really show how much we love each other." Sophie tells him.
"Ok. Let's go someplace... a little more comfortable." Clark says and starts the car.
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