A/N: So this is a short little bonus chapter depicting the fateful meeting in the rain described by Clark in the first chapter. It's most certainly not on the same quality as he rest of the chapters, since it was written in the spur of the moment as the idea wouldn't leave my head, but here it is to tide you over as you wait for the next chapter: Conjob.

I might come back and fix this up, but until then, enjoy this nice, short little bonus chapter.

Clark let out a sigh of irritation. His X-Ray vision came in handy plenty of times, but it wasn't particularly useful in rain.

Mostly because rain is clear, so even with X-Ray vision, it just distorts things.

He flicked on the headlights to better illuminate his way, and to signal to other drivers that someone was there.

Jasper sure was a pretty bad place to be during a downpour.

Then again, anywhere was.

Clark glanced towards the radio, before letting out a sigh.

"Maybe something good is on." He muttered, turning the radio on and scrolling through channels.

Eventually, he settled on a country music station.

"Pickin' Wildflowers…" Clark sung along with a smile. Not his favorite song, but he likes it well enough.

As he turned the corner to the next road on the way home, his eyes widened when he spotted a shape walking along the sidewalk.

In a lime green tank top and a pink skirt, he didn't immediately recognize the person, but as he drove closer, he could see the blonde hair of the familiar girl as she tried to shield her face and books from the downpour.

It was Amy Jane.

Clark didn't like the girl. Not at all. She was a bratty, high and mighty, snot nosed little bitch in his opinion, and he didn't appreciate when she called him the biggest fucking dumbass on the face of the Earth.

But no one needed to be walking in this rain.

With a sigh of frustration, because of course he was gonna offer her a ride, he pulled up next to her and rolled down his window.

Amy nearly jumped out of her skin when Clark honked the horn, jerking towards the old Dodge Prospector he was driving in surprise. "You?"

"Hey," Clark said with a nod. "You need a ride?"

Amy couldn't help the well of suspicion in her as she was offered a ride by the resident trouble maker of Jasper High.

"You're offering me a ride?" She asked with a look of suspicion on her face.

Clark rolled his eyes at her tone. "Look, I could've just kept driving, but no one needs to be out in this downpour." He reasoned. "Now, do you want the ride or not?"

Amy looked at Clark for a moment, mulling over her decisions, before she let out a sigh. "Fine." She huffed as she walked towards the door.

Clark rolled his eyes at her attitude, but reached over and opened the door for her.

Amy climbed into the truck, her drenched clothes letting out a squelch against the leather seat, before she quickly rolled up the window.

Being an old Dodge Prospector, the truck didn't have automatic windows, rather, they had crank windows.

"Thanks." Amy mumbled, keeping her gaze pointed out the window as Clark put the truck in drive.

Clark glanced over towards the girl in his passenger seat. Her clothes were completely and utterly drenched from the downpour outside, and she was noticeably trying not to shiver.

"Here," Clark spoke, reaching over and turning on the heater. "Put your hands up by the dash, should warm you up a bit."

"I'm fine." Amy objected still refusing to look at Clark.

"Your shivering up a storm, and your clothes are fucking drenched." Clark retorted with a raised eyebrow. "If that's fine, I'd hate to see hypothermia."

Finally, Amy glanced at Clark for a moment, before she sat her rather damp school books in the center of the seat and complied.

"Thanks." She mumbled.

Clark glanced at Amy out the corner of his eye as he drove. "The fuck you doing out in this shit anyway?" He asked curiously.

"Why do you care?" Amy couldn't help but ask. "I thought I was just a snobby bitch." She said as she glanced towards Clark.

"Come on," Clark muttered with a roll of his eyes. "You always get picked up by your parents, especially during a fucking storm."

"That still doesn't answer my question." Amy said, looking towards Clark directly now. "Why do you care?"

"Answer mine first." Clark remarked shortly.

Amy gritted her teeth, before she folded her arms together. "I was supposed to hitch a ride with my boyfriend, but he bailed on me." She finally answered, somewhat sadly.

"Parents?" Clark asked.

"Went out on a date." Amy answered shortly. "You're turn."

Clark glanced towards Amy for a moment, before he let out a sigh. "I can be an asshole, I know that, but I'm not heartless." He explained, looking towards Amy. "You're sitting here, walking in the middle of a downpour, in a fucking tank top and a skirt, no jacket… what, am I supposed to just drive by?"

Amy looked at Clark in surprise. She honestly hadn't expected that answer from the resident delinquent. "Really?"

Clark nodded. "Yeah."

Amy looked at Clark for a moment, before she averted her gaze out the window. "Well, thanks."

"No problem." Clark said with a small smile.

The two road in silence for a moment, Clark driving along without much fail, when Amy looked over at Clark.

"Why do you cause so much shit at school?" She asked curiously. "This is nothing like what your reputation presents."

"I'm not a fan of bullies and assholes." Clark replied. "But there's also… underlying issues." He admitted.

"Oh?" Amy asked, looking over at Clark.

"I… I have an explosive temper." Clark admitted. "When something sets me off, I fucking explode like a H-Bomb."

"Yeah, I know that." Amy said with a snort. "I've been on the receiving end of that temper, Kent."

"Hey, you said I was just a stupid fucking dumbass!" Clark retorted. "Was I supposed to say thanks for the compliment?!"

"You start fights on a weekly basis and get suspended all the time!" Amy shouted back. "Is that supposed to make you Albert Einstein?"

"What, you think I don't know I'm a fucking dumbass, Jane?" Clark snapped. "The last thing I need is a fucking reminder!"

"Well, I didn't appreciate being called a high and mighty bitch!" Amy snapped right back, completely unintimidated. "But that didn't stop you, did it?"

Clark glared at Amy for a moment, before sighing. "Look, I'm sorry for calling you a bitch, okay?" He said sincerely. "I'm really sorry."

Amy looked at Clark for a moment, before her face softened and she let out a sigh of her own. "I'm sorry for calling you a dumbass, Kent." She apologized, just as sincere as Clark. "I… didn't realize it would strike a nerve, and I was out of line."

Clark let out a small smile. "Well… you weren't exactly wrong."

Amy couldn't help but let out a smile of her own. "Doesn't make it right."

Clark's own gaze softened. "You know, you're not actually half bad." He admitted.

Amy couldn't help the blush in her face, and she didn't know why. "Neither are you."

The two sat in a peaceful silence as Clark drove to her home.

"So," Clark spoke, breaking the silence once more. "Why'd your boyfriend leave you out in the rain anyway?" He asked.

Amy sighed. "He said something came up and that he wouldn't be able to do it." She explained. "Why?"

"Mind if I ask who your boyfriend is?" Clark glanced over to Amy.

"Whitney Ford."

Amy was thankful for her seatbelt as soon as the words left her mouth, as Clark slammed his foot on the break when heard the answer.

"Whitney? What do mean, Whitney?" He asked, looking directly at Amy seriously.

"Really, Kent?! What the hell was that about?" Amy exclaimed in aggravation.

"Whitney is dating Lana." Clark revealed. "They were set to go out to the carnival, today."

Amy's eyes widened at Clark's words, feeling as if he'd driven a dagger directly in her heart. "N-no… you're lying…"

Clark immediately yanked out his phone. "I'll call Lana and ask her to put Whitney in to prove it to you." He said, beginning to dial the number.

"No!" Amy shouted. "I… god, I'm such an idiot…"

Clark looked over at Amy in surprise at the way her voice hitched. And then his eyes caught site of her tears.

"Jane?"

"Whitney asked me to be his girlfriend two months ago… but he's always backing out of plans…" Amy whispered as she tried to wipe her tears. "It all makes sense."

Clark looked at Amy for a moment, a sense of pity welling in him.

"You don't deserve him anyway." Clark said, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "You deserve someone better."

In spite of her misery, Amy smiled. "T-Thanks, Kent."

"My name is Clark." Clark corrected with a smile, holding out his hand to her.

Amy smiled, giving a pitiful laugh due to her sadness. "Amy…" she returned, shaking his hand.

Clark let out a deep rumbling laugh. "Nice to meet you properly."

As the ride continued, Clark felt his heart breaking as Amy quietly sobbed next to him. He couldn't listen to it for two long.

The poor girl was miserable at finding out that her heart had been toyed with. Whitney had been with Lana for a year.

He already knew that he was gonna get suspended tomorrow. And if Whitney was lucky, he'd only spend a week in the hospital.

"Why did the pirate want to get into the movie?" Clark suddenly asked, catching Amy's attention.

"W-What?" Amy asked in confusion. "W-what are you-"

"Why did the pirate want to get into the movie?" Clark repeated with a smile. "Do you know?"

Amy shook her head in confusion. "N-no…"

"Because it was rated R."

Amy only looked at Clark, even more confused.

"You get it?" Clark asked. "Cause R, and… Arrrr…" Upon seeing her blank look, Clark smiled sheepishly. "I got it from SpongeBob."

Amy looked at Clark for a moment, before she found herself giggling, in spite of her tears. "Wow…"

Clark let out a chuckle. "I'm terrible, I know."

"Yeah…" Amy said, wiping up her tears. "Thank you, Clark."

Clark glanced at her out the corner of his eye. "No problem."

Finally, the two reached their destination, Amy's home.

As he put the truck in park, Clark turned to look at Amy as she gathered her things. "Listen… you ever need a ride just give me a call, or let me know at school." He said with a smile.

In spite of herself, Amy smiled back. "Thanks… I appreciate it."

As Amy exited the truck, she shared one last glance with Clark in spite of the rain.

Clark found himself slightly saddened as he watched her go, once again alone in the truck.

Neither of them knew in the years to come that this chance meeting would affect both of their lives heavily.