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"Nothing says school spirit like a ring that looks like it was jacked from P. Diddy." Chloe said holding her hand up and showing them both.
"I think it looks great," Clark said as he waited in line with Pete.
"I think we'll be lucky if the glue holds through graduation," She continued with her ranting.
She muttered something about the ruby but Clark didn't hear her. She looked up with a determined look on her face and took off down the hall. She clearly felt like she had a lead for a story.
"I can't believe your parents gave you the money for a class ring," Pete said.
Clark hadn't asked but his dad had known. Jonathan and Martha wanted Clark to have a better high school experience than the first time around but he could tell Pete that.
"Yeah, me too. I figured they wouldn't even let me spend my allowance," He said as they got closer to the table.
For some reason he just couldn't remember his class ring. Maybe he hadn't gotten one before but he would at least remember his parents buying it for him. Clark stepped up and handed the check to the lady. She smiled up at him and motioned for him to pick out his ring. He smiled and looked down. The ring did look familiar but he couldn't place it. Maybe it looked familiar from all the times Pete had worn his. Didn't Pete wear his a lot through high school?
He picked up the ring and pulled it on. His skin grew hot and he felt the electric jolt travel through his body until he was tingling everywhere. He took a deep breath and smiled at the good feeling. It was like he was free. No worries about who had sent him here and what events to change verses what not to.
He didn't want to play it safe. It was his life and he was getting to live it over again. No worries at all. He was superman. Kal-El of the house El. He was a god among men and he was going to live life as he wanted to. His gaze fell on Lana. First he was going to change the past by making Lana his. She was meant to be with him even if everyone thought it was Lois. He loved Lana Lang and she was his. No doubts, no fears, and no worries were going to stop him today. But not without a little fun to keep time busy.
"You feeling okay?" Pete asked.
"I feel great," He said and it wasn't a lie.
Hell, he wasn't telling anymore lies. Someone try and stop him.
"Excuse me. It's Jessie, isn't it?" The principal asked loud enough to draw Clark's attention. "Perhaps Ms. Lang didn't tell you, but there's a dress code here at Smallville High."
"Lame and Lamer?" Jessie sniped off.
Clark laughed. He liked her attitude, not to mention she was hot. But Lana was hotter. Time to impress. He walked forward.
"You think that's funny Mr. Kent?" The principal asked hearing Clark laugh at Jessie's comment.
"By the way I'm not changing," Jessie added.
"Well perhaps you'd like to discuss your attitude in my office," He snapped back.
"Excuse me?" Clark said stepping in. He looked to Lana and smirked before continuing, "I think she looks really hot, and I think that your dress code sucks. I mean, come on. It's her first day, cut her some slack. Besides, I don't think you should be the one giving fashion tips."
The principal looked shocked but couldn't come up with anything to say other than, "Tomorrow, young lady, proper attire or you're going straight home."
He looked back at Clark and then walked on down the hall. Lana walked up and gave Clark a curious look. He smiled and watched as she led Jessie down the hall to finish the tour. He took a good look at the way Lana's hips moved just right. He couldn't wait until he could put his hands on them again.
"Where did that come from?" Pete asked joining his side.
"I'm turning a new leaf, Pete. No more Clark Kent, farmer's son. You're looking at Clark Kent, the man," He said with another smirk.
Pete laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Alright, this is what I was talking about. It's right over the county line, and they don't check Ids." He said handing Pete a flyer.
Clark was in the party mood. He already knew the school work so why waste the time doing the homework. Why not have fun and enjoy his high school years like he should have?
"Dude, this is like a bar." Pete said shocked that Clark would even suggest it. It went against the Kent code or something.
"I know. You're the one who says if you wanna have fun, you gotta take risks." He said taking the flyer back. Pete was being a wuss.
"The day Clark Kent decides to break some rules, I'll be there," Pete said.
Clark smiled, glad he could get Pete to party with him. Booty dances all around. If only he could get Lana in on the action.
"Clark right?" Jessie called from behind.
Clark turned around and smiled at the blonde chick scoping him out.
"Jessie Brooks. That place rocks. I checked it out on my way into town." She mentioned as she noticed his flyer. "Are you planning a road trip?" She asked.
"If we do, I'll let you know," He said with his Kent smile.
She smiled back and took a pen out of Pete's hands. She wrote down her number on his hand.
"In that case, you'll need a way to get in touch with me." She flirted. Score one for the new Kent!
Pete watched on in shock. And took his pen back.
"In case you require translation, that was her hitting on you."
"If you ever need lessons, just ask." He shot back.
"Clark! You and Jessie seem to be making fast friends," Lana said after watching their exchange.
"Just trying to make the new girl feel welcome," He paused and noticed her confused look, "Don't worry, Lana, I haven't taken my eye off you all day."
She smiled softly but he could tell the redness in her cheeks.
"So, we still on for that cram session tonight at the Talon?" She asked shocked by Clark's direct flirting.
"If you're still going to be there, absolutely," He said flashing another Kent smile.
"I'll be there," Pete added just as shocked as Lana. Lana smiled and walked away, not sure what to say.
Clark super sped into the barn and saw his dad working on the bike. He smiled down at it and remember good times on it.
"Looking for me?" He asked dropping his back pack down.
"Yeah. Weren't you supposed to be here with me, working on the garage door?" Jonathan asked, surprised at his sudden appearance. It wasn't something you got used to.
"Dad, that'll take, like, two seconds," He said sitting down on the crate. He looked down at his class ring and smiled.
"Oh, you got your class ring," Martha said walking over and taking a good look. "I remember my class ring. I wore it forever," She said.
"I remember it too. It took an engagement ring to get your class ring off your finger," Jonathan said.
"As fun as that is to hear, I think I'm going to go do my chores," He said before super speeding off.
After finishing with his chores so Jonathan would get off his case, he super sped over to the Talon to hang with Chloe, Pete, and his favorite hottie Lana. He knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes. Lana pushed open the door and Clark stepped inside.
"Hey, Clark, glad you could make it. We're just doing American history, the Red Scare." Lana greeted.
Clark had better ideas and it involved him and Lana and no homework. He wouldn't mind studying her.
"Hey, can we do that tomorrow?" He asked.
"Why? Is something wrong?" She asked confused.
"It's really nice out tonight. Let's go for a drive, go dancing." He suggested.
"Are you asking me on a date?" She asked.
"I'm asking you to have some fun with me," He said.
She smiled, "This is a little unexpected to say the least."
"I told you I'd wait for you," He said remembering their discussion on the windmill.
"We really have to study," She said all serious.
"Did you know when you get all serious, your nose crinkles up? It's really sexy," He said hoping to convince her to go out.
She swallowed and he noticed.
"Pete and Chloe are waiting for us." She turned and walked back to the table where Chloe and Pete were working on some problems.
Clark took a seat and gave Lana a once over. She noticed him checking her out and he didn't care. Let her know that he wanted her.
"Hey, man." Pete said looking up, "Where are your books?"
"Do you guys want to go to a bar?" He asked.
Maybe if Chloe and Pete wanted to go he could get his date with Lana after all.
"You can commit academic hara-kiri but the rest of us need to cram for this test." Chloe said.
"You guys, high school's supposed to be fun. This isn't fun," He said.
"Clark, you should really chill on this whole 180 spin. We think you're cool the way you are. You don't have to hit the bars." Pete said.
Lana looked at him with concern. Clark knew what she was thinking and he didn't like it. He didn't need them tip toeing around him cause they thought he was vulnerable. He was Clark Kent, Kal-el, a sexy god beast. No need to tip toe. He was a king and he was going to party like one and live life the way he wanted to.
"It'll be my treat," He said.
"Since when did you and the money truck hook up?" Pete asked.
"I've been cashing in. Beside's, I'm tired of being poor. I'm tired of plaid, and I'm tired of studying. Come on, let's go," He tried one last time.
"I'm going to get you a decaf," Chloe said standing up.
"I'm going to help," Lana said.
They both headed to the counter and Clark watched. Pete shrugged and went back to his work. Clark watched as Lana walked away and the way she moved her hips. Instead of heat vision it was his x-ray vision which he didn't mind at all. He'd been wanting to see Lana like that for a very long time.
"Did you know Chloe had a birthmark on her cheek?" He asked letting Pete know just how much fun he was having anyway.
"No she doesn't," Pete said wondering what had gotten into Clark.
"Not that cheek," He said.
He laughed at Pete's reaction. He knew Pete and Chloe hooked up in the future and Pete knew more about Chloe's body then him but it was fun torture to do.
"Cut it out. What's wrong with you?" Pete asked.
"Just having fun which you guys should as well. Let's go," He said.
"No way dude. This test is half our grade. I can't fail," Pete said.
"Alright. Have fun with your studying," He said.
He stood from the table and winked at Lana. They watched him leave. He smiled as he walked out. That was fun and damn, Lana looked good.
Clark concentrated on passing the football on his new video game. He had the music blasting and he was loving it. Fun thing was, all of his new stuff was his. He had this cool new wardrobe which he would be styling, new sound system, huge t.v. and the latest video game system. He had what every teenager wanted.
"CLARK!" His dad yelled from behind him.
He heard him but didn't turn around. He was about to score the winning touchdown.
"Clark! Where did you get all of this?" Martha asked as they stepped around his sound system.
"Discount Eddie's in Metropolis. Open all Night!" He yelled over the music.
"You mean to tell me," Jonathan stopped and reached for the remote but ended up turning the music louder. Clark grabbed the remote and turned it off. "You took our credit cards and bought all of this stuff?"
"Nope." He answered.
"Then how did you get all this?" Martha asked.
"Lex hooked me up," He answered.
Lex had been shocked but enjoyed the shopping spree. Clark had always been like a little brother and the fact that Clark had asked was sweet music to Lex.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Jonathan screamed.
"Chill dad. He didn't mind. We had a lot of fun which I've been lacking lately." He answered.
"I can't believe you Clark Kent," Jonathan said.
"What's the big deal?" He asked.
"What's the big deal? The big deal is that you're going to take all this back right now," Jonathan said tossing the leather jacket into his chest.
"Yeah right," He said pulling the jacket on. He smirked and stepped back.
"Clark Kent," Jonathan said again. "We are going to have a long conversation about this new attitude you have."
"Well, dad, you can talk all you want. I'm out of here," He said super speeding out the loft window and landing next to his dad's bike.
He got on and started the bike up. He smirked as the engine roared to life. He slipped on his new shades and spun dirt as he sped out of the driveway and on his way to school. He had some ladies to impress.
On his way to school he ran across Jessie who was walking to school. She jumped on and Clark rode into school with a babe on his back. He rode down the sidewalk and smirked as everyone watched his big entrance. He pulled the bike into a parking stop and waited for Jessie to get off.
"Thanks for the ride," She said with a smile.
"Anytime," He replied. He watched her walk off and turned the bike off.
"So much for the shy and retiring Clark Kent," Lana said as she, Chloe, and Pete walked up.
"I was just giving her a ride to school. Say the word and I'll save you the return trip," He said looking her over and smirking.
She was looking good today. The bell rung and both she and Chloe walked off not knowing what to say to Clark.
"Clark Kent, chick magnet. What's wrong with this picture?" Pete asked.
"People change," He answered.
It was as simple as that. Clark Kent was who he wanted to be.
His dad pulled up in the red truck, "Clark, I'd like a word with you please."
"Not right now, dad," He said walking to go inside.
Jonathan got out of the truck, "Get in the truck, son."
"Give me one good reason why I should?" He asked.
He had better things to do than listen to his father. Better things like x-ray Lana.
"Because I am your father, and I just told you to get in the truck," Jonathan said grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around.
"You're not my father," He said pulling his arm from Jonathan's grip. "You never were," He continued before shoving Jonathan away from him.
Jonathan crashed into the side of the truck. Clark stopped and watched before turning around. The action was done, so what to do now? He went inside, without Pete by his side.
It was after school and Clark was on his way to the Talon. He was done with the flirting. He was going to walk right in there and make Lana his woman. The way things were suppose to be. He saw her at the counter, busy with work.
"Lana, we need to talk," He said walking right up to the counter.
"Clark, please, I really need to get these orders done," She said trying to avoid him. He didn't like it.
"Your coffee can wait," He said rudely.
Normally he would have felt bad but he neededto say it. She set down her stuff and he could see how annoyed she was.
"I got the impression that you were jealous when you saw me with Jessie."
She shook her head and avoided looking him in the eye so he knew it was true.
"Don't be ridiculous. You can spend time with anyone you want." She picked up her tray and walked around the counter.
She was trying to get away from him.
"Don't get me wrong. I was happy you were jealous." He said turning her way. He saw her pause and blink.
"Clark, what is going on with you?" She asked.
"I've decided to tell you the truth, Lana." he said. Part of that was true. He knew she didn't want a relationship built on lies and secrets but he couldn't tell her everything.
"About…about everything?" She asked. He heard the excitement in her voice.
"Try me," He said, "What do you want to know?"
"For starters," She set the tray down, "What happened the day the twisters hit?" She asked.
"I saved you." He said simply.
"How?" She asked wanting to know more detail.
"We'll get there. But right now we should concentrate on more important things, like…I've had feelings for you for a long time and I know you've had feelings for me too. So I think we should stop pretending."
She cleared her throat and found something to say that didn't answer his statement. Her avoidance was answer enough.
"So what? Is this supposed to be some all new Clark Kent?" She asked picking the tray back up so she could get back to work.
He took the tray from her hands and put it back down.
He stood and stepped closer to her, "That depends. Do you like him?" He asked.
Before she could answer he captured her lips with his. He pulled her close and held her tight with one hand on the small of her back. The other traveled up into her hair and played with her ear lobe a bit. He knew how much she liked that. She melted into his touch and moaned against him. He had wanted this for so long. He finally pulled away for air and she looked up at him.
"Clark…what about Jessie?" She asked.
"Jessie who?" He asked rubbing her cheek, "You're the one I want to be with."
He could feel her breath against his cheek. It was a comforting feeling.
"Pick you up at eight." He said before walking off.
He felt her eyes watching him leave. Things were as they should be.
"I came to shoot some pool, but it looks like this establishment's been closed," He said as he walked into Lex's office.
When he had been here last night the place hadn't been like this. Lionel Luthor must have really done a number within a few short hours.
"My father's presence has required certain sacrifices," Lex said setting down a file he was looking through.
"Why don't you throw him out?" He asked.
If someone was cramping his style he wouldn't take it for long. Kindness only goes so far.
"Clark, it's not like the thought hasn't occurred to me but," he said turning around. "His blindness changes the situation."
Lex looked him over and seemed surprised.
"Just because your father has a problem doesn't mean he needs to ruin your life." He said with a smirk.
Lex was impressed that he had cleaned up so well. He had to admit he looked good in his new clothes.
"I wasn't aware a 2000 dollar coat came with a backbone," Lex joked, "What's going on?"
"I'd like to borrow the Ferrari. I've got a hot date tonight, and I wanna rock her world," He answered.
"Rock her world?" Lex asked with a smile. "So, Lana at last." Lex made the jump to conclusion.
"Like you said, a man needs to know when to make his move," He answered.
"I'm glad you're acting on your feelings but Lana's never struck me as a girl to be impressed by a Ferrari," Lex said.
"Fast cars, fancy home and a ton of money never hurt you, did it?" He asked with a wave of his hand.
"Seems that I've finally rubbed off on you. You're the brother I've always wanted," Lex said with a huge smile.
"Glad to make you proud," He responded.
It was fun to have friends in high places. And Lex was definetely a friend very high up.
Clark picked Lana up right as he said he would. She starred slack jaw as he lead her to the red Ferrari parked outside. Clark wasn't the type of guy who would go so far as to borrow a sports car just to impress but lately Clark Kent was another person entirely.
"Ready for a night you'll never forget?" Clark asked.
Lana smiled and took her seat after Clark opened the car door for her.
"Do you know how to drive this?" She asked as he got into the driver's seat.
"I taught myself on the way over," He answered.
With his Kent smile he burnt rubber and sped off to the bar he planned on taking her. He drove way too fast and he knew it scared Lana. Eventually they reached the bar and Clark parked the car. He rushed over and opened Lana's door and helped her out.
"Why are we here?" Lana asked.
"Thought it would be fun," He said taking her hand and walking with her to the door.
Music was booming even from outside. Once they walked in Clark smiled. This was his kind of place. Loud and wild. Just the way he wanted to live life. Even with Lana by his side. Everything was perfect. The dance floor was packed as they walked in. Clark took off his jacket and flexed his biceps. He saw Lana gulp and he smiled.
"This place is great!" He said over the music. He lead her to the dance floor.
"I guess. Not exactly what I was expecting," She said loud enough for him to hear.
Clark had his hands on Lana's shoulders protectively. She was his girl and nothing would happen to her. So when he noticed two guys looking her over, he snapped.
"What are you looking at?" He asked pulling back from Lana.
"Clark, I'm fine." Lana said grabbing his arm.
I guess he looked ready to kill cause she looked scared.
"Do you want a drink?" He asked.
"What! No. And since when do you drink?" She asked shocked.
"Well, if you don't want a drink then lets dance," He said pulling her to the dance floor.
"Clark, this place isn't us. Let's go somewhere else and talk," Lana said pulling at his arm.
He got the idea she wasn't having fun. He was screwing up big time.
"I'll take that dance Clark," Jessie said stepping out from the dance floor.
Clark looked over and smiled. Now here was a party girl but she was no Lana Lang. He just wasn't interested.
"Sorry Jessie, but I'm here with someone," He said.
"Well it doesn't look like she's interested," Jessie said.
Lana stepped forward, "Clark is here with me. Back off."
Clark looked over at her and smiled. Someone was getting feisty. He thought it was hot.
"How about we go Lana," He said.
He noticed her sigh of relief and she took his hand to walk out with him.
"Come on, one dance." Jessie said grabbing his hand.
"No," Clark said pulling his hand back.
"I thought you were different, but you're a jerk just like the rest of them," Jessie said.
She drew the attention of the two guys who checked Lana out. They walked forward and stepped between Clark and Jessie. Clark pulled Lana behind him so she wouldn't get hurt.
"Is there a problem?" The blonde asked.
"Not at all," Lana said from behind him.
"Oh, so you've got your bitch speaking for you," The other dude insulted Lana.
Clark snapped and slammed his palm into the dudes chest. He went flying backwards and landed on a table breaking it in two. The blonde reared back to punch him but Clark caught his fist and pushed it into the dudes face breaking his nose. Lana pulled on his arm and Clark followed her outside.
"How did you?" She asked still shocked.
"No one calls you a bitch," He said and pulled her into a hug.
She smiled but pulled away.
"Thanks for defending me but I'm worried about you. You just aren't acting like yourself. What happened to telling the truth? What's going on?" She asked.
"I'm just being the man I want to be," He said simply.
"I miss 'my' Clark Kent. When he comes back, let me know," She said pulling away.
Clark sighed as he watched her walk to the car. He followed shortly after. The car ride back to her house was in silence. Unless he gave her answers she wouldn't talk to him. Right now wasn't the time to tell her anything at all. But time was on his side. At least, for now.
Clark came outside and loaded his bags into the Ferrari. He planned on staying with Lex until he could get the money to buy his own place. Staying at the farm was cramping his style and he really didn't want to get close to his father anymore.
"Where were you last night? We were worried about you," Martha said.
"Last night was fine. I can handle myself," He said.
He was still upset about Lana. She didn't like the new Clark Kent and wanted nothing to do with him. He would get her to see one day that he was still perfect the way he was.
"We want to help you," Martha went on.
"Help me?" He asked. Their was nothing they could do but get out of his way.
"Clark, listen to me. There's something very wrong with you," Jonathan said.
"The only thing that's wrong with me is sitting here waiting for you to die again. I won't stick around for that. I came back here and I'm going to fix everything. But to do that, I need to be who I want to be. So back off and leave me alone," He said hopping behind the wheel.
Both Martha and Jonathan were too shocked to say anything. Clark started the car and sped off, spitting gravel every which way.
"Hey Lex. Mind if I crash here?" Clark asked walking into the office at the Mansion.
"What happened?" Lex asked sitting up in his chair.
"I just can't stay at the farm anymore. I can't stand Smallville anymore," He said taking a seat next to Lex's desk.
"Did you have a fight with your parents?" Lex asked.
"Not only that but Lana can't handle the new me. I'm sick of being the farm boy. I want to be my own person and no one is accepting that," He said.
"It's okay Clark. You just need to give them time. Why don't you hang out here while I finish up some business and then we'll hit Metropolis and shop for your own set of wheels," Lex suggested.
"I like the sound of that," He said.
Lex smiled and headed out of the office. Clark looked around and settled on the pool table to keep him occupied. Before he could get the first shot, Lionel walked in. He took a shot and the noise jolted Lionel.
"Lex?" Lionel asked.
Clark walked forward and ripped the shades from Lionel's face and put them on. Lionel swung crazy and Clark dodged.
"Lionel, go back to your room," He said with a smug smirk. "Better yet, pack your bags and get the hell out." He ordered.
"I beg your pardon?" Lionel asked taken back by his rudeness.
"Lex may be too afraid to tell you, but I'm not," He said. "No one in Smallville wants you here."
"You seem to know a lot about me. You got a name?" He asked.
"Clark Kent," He said.
"Jonathan and Martha Kent's son?" Lionel asked shocked, "As far as I know, they're good people. I'm astonished they've raised such a blatantly aggressive offspring."
"If you like them so much, I'm sure they'll put you up," Clark said. "I hear they have a spare bedroom and I know they could use the cash."
"You've got a lot to learn about that, young man, but you speak your mind. That's good. It'll take you far," Lionel said.
"I'm going to the top," He said.
With money and fast cars and a place like this. Why wouldn't Lana want to be with him?
"Mr. Luthor?" A knock came at the door and a man stepped in.
"Yes," Lionel said turning to the voice.
"I apologize for the interruption. I'm a federal marshal. Your people let me in." The man said.
"What can I do for you?" Lionel asked.
Clark slipped his hands into his pocket and listened to their conversation. Perhaps he would hear something useful.
"This man was seen last night leaving the scene of a disturbance in your son's Ferrari." The man said stepping forward.
Clark took a step back and stared the man down. All Clark had done was protect his woman and he would even go to jail for that. If they could take him in.
"Was that while you were on your way to the top, Clark?" Lionel asked amused.
"I was protecting someone," Clark explained.
"Clark, where can I find this girl?" The man asked holding up a picture of Jessie and some guy.
"I've never seen her before," He lied.
He didn't like this guy and he was sure Jessie wouldn't like him either. The man pulled a gun out and cocked it.
"Is that supposed to scare me?" Clark asked amused.
Pathetic humans and their guns. Clark super sped and took the gun from his hands and pointed it to the man. Once it registered that he was no longer holding the gun and Clark had it pointed at him, he slowly raised his hands.
"How'd you do that?" He asked amazed.
Clark stepped back and smirked, "You have no idea who you're dealing with."
He pointed the gun to his palm and fired the gun a few times. He caught each bullet and when the smoke cleared he opened his hand and let the bullets fall to the ground.
"What's happening? Who's shooting?" Lionel asked.
"Don't worry Lionel. He missed," Clark said.
Lionel rushed out the door mentioning calling security. Clark watched as the man tried to escape but Clark moved faster and pinned him against the wall with the pool table.
"Why are you looking for Jessie?" He asked.
"It's not her, its her father. They were witness protection. They rabbited." The man explained.
"Why?" Clark asked as he moved around the table.
"He's a corporate whistle-blower. His former employer offered me a million dollars if I could get evidence." The man continued explaining.
"What kind of evidence?" He asked picking up a pool ball and tossing it up and catching it.
"Computer disks, accounting files, memos, endless smoking guns. Look, we can split it. It's enough money to start a whole new life," He offered.
Clark didn't need the man to get the files. He didn't need the man at all. Plus he had Lex and Lex's wallet. They were like brothers.
"It's a great idea but who needs you?" Clark asked.
He tapped the man on the head and he fell unconscious. That was one trick Clark never grew tired of. With a smirk he headed out of the Mansion and made his way to Jessie's house.
He knocked on the door and waited for Jessie to answer the door. The sooner he got what he came for the sooner he would be out of Smallville. The door pulled open and Jessie smiled at him.
"Thought you forgot about me. I almost didn't believe you when you came back to the club. Ready to go?" She asked after looking around.
Clark stepped in, "Almost."
He licked his lips and looked around the room. It wasn't a place he wanted to stay in which meant he needed to hurry this up.
"I know about your father, Jessie, and the disks. We're going anywhere until I have them."
Jessie closed the door behind him and he turned around to look at her.
"I don't understand. Why are you doing this?" She asked close to tears.
"The money," He said simply. How hard could it be to understand. "You said that you wanted to leave this town and a million dollars is more than enough money to make a fresh start."
"If I give you those disks, my dad is a dead man," Jessie said.
"He was dead when he started running," A man said from behind.
Clark turned around to see the same man as before. Apparently, he woke up.
"Didn't I tell you I didn't want to split?" He asked.
"You need me, kid." The man said. Now Clark was simply getting pissed off. "I know the players, how to get the money. Now give him the disks, Jessica!" The man said.
A gunfire rang through the house and the man fell over. Clark looked back and chuckled. Served the guy right. Jessie's father stepped into the room and pointed a gun at Clark.
"I don't want to hurt you, son. But I will. Get out." The father said.
"Just like my dad," He said to her father. How people acted just like other people. There were too many clones in this world. "Always telling me what to do."
He stepped forward and her father stepped back. He was afraid of Clark and that was an empowering feeling.
"I don't listen to him. What makes you think I'm gonna listen to you?" Clark asked.
The man's hands were shaking so it was no problem to snatch the gun from his hands. Clark smirked and crushed the barrel before tossing it aside.
"Where are the disks?" He asked.
The man refused to tell Clark anything but he noticed that Jessie was gone. It clicked that she had them. Her father was a bit intelligent but unfortunately for them both, he would catch up to her in seconds. He tossed her father aside and ran after her into the corn field.
Clark stood in front of her path and she crashed into him and landed on the ground. She groaned and looked up at him. As soon as she realized it was him she shook with fear.
"Please don't do this," She pleaded.
"I never thought it would be so easy to get everything I've ever wanted," He stated.
He ripped open her purse and pulled out the discs. Job finished. Now it was time to cash in.
"Clark!" Martha said from behind.
"Mom?" Clark questioned turning around.
Sure enough his mom was standing there in the middle of a corn field.
"It take the whole study group to find me?" Clark asked.
"No. Lionel Luthor heard you mention Jessie," Martha said. "Jessie, run!"
Clark heard her grab her bag and take off. But that was okay. He had what he wanted and Martha wasn't going to stop him.
"Clark!" Jonathan yelled from behind him. Clark huffed and turned around. "I'm not going to let you hurt anyone else." Jonathan said holding up a sledge hammer.
"Still trying to tell me what to do." Clark said, "Are you scared?" He asked noticing how unsteady Jonathan's hands were. "Then again, you and mom were always afraid of me." He added.
"No. We've had nothing but love for you," Jonathan said trying to reach Clark. "That makes what I'm about to do all that more difficult." He said finding nothing of Clark behind his eyes.
Pain ripped through Clark's body and he fell to his knees. He tried to fight it off and crawl away but Martha kept the box near him.
"Clark!" Jonathan yelled.
Clark looked up and saw the sledge hammer swing down towards him. He raised his hands to block the attack and felt his class ring shatter into millions of pieces. All of his energy was drained from his body and he collapsed. Martha put the rock back in it's case as Jonathan rushed to his side. Everything felt different. Like he was released from some type of drug.
Clark watched Lana ride her horse in the field. It had been a long day of apologizing to everyone. In the end it was all worked out and his parents understood his need to be like everyone else. Which is why they agreed to let him keep everything that Lex had bought him. But he wasn't allowed to ask for anything more. Clark didn't mind that one bit.
Now he needed to apologize to Lana and get her to see him as the same Clark Kent but with better clothes. He hoped she forgave him. His stomach flipped loops as she got closer. She looked up and saw him standing there with flowers in his hands.
"Nell told me you were riding, this this is one of your favorite places. It's pretty," He said as she came to a stop by the fence. "I got a little lost along the way but here I am."
"Those for me?" She asked, pointing to the flowers in his hand.
"Yeah. I wanted to apologize," He said holding them out to her. She didn't take them.
"So you thought that if you brought me flowers we could pretend that nothing happened?" She asked.
"I'm sorry for how I was acting. It wasn't the real me," He tried to explain.
"So telling me you had feelings for me wasn't the real you? You can't have it both ways. Either it was you or it wasn't," She said.
"I'm trying to find the real me. I don't like being the farmer's son. I thought new clothes and a new attitude would make me better. Make me who you would want to be with," He tried to explain without diving into to much detail.
"I get that Clark. But I can't be with you unless you know who you are. I don't want to be with you and not know who you are or if you're going to do a 180 on me. I don't think I could handle it," She said.
He understood where she was coming from. He needed to prove himself to her for her to want to be with him. But he knew now that the feelings were there.
"Will you give me the time to figure that out?" He asked hoping for a yes.
"I care about you Clark and I want to be with you. Just like you've waited for me, I'll wait for you." She said.
"Thank you, Lana." He said with a smile.
"You're a great guy Clark. I know that when you get to who you want to be that everything will be perfect. Right now is just not the time," She said.
"I have a feeling it will be soon," He said.
"I hope so," She replied with a smile.