Chapter 2
A/N: like I said this is my first story and it shows, its all confused but I think the story line worth the risk of showing my awful ways with grammer. I promise you this is the last time I ever(!) write in first person pov. next story will be 3rd person, promise! I hope it'll be clearer, but until the end of this story you'll have to suffer through 1st pov. sorry. Oh, and I don't own any of this characters. None.
"It's Clark!" I shouted after him. I took in a big breath and decided to take things slow.
I took a tray and got some food. Now is the hard part, where to sit? I don't know why but I started walking toward Peter's table and sat in front of him. He lifted his head. He had a sad look on his face, like he already went through so much in his life. A lot more someone this age need to go through. He almost looked too old for high school. He quickly masked his sadness in a way that reminded me of Lex "Don't you know it's a bad reputation to try and befriend with the school outcast?" he asked me with a weak smile.
"The outcasts usually turn out to be the more interesting people, you know." I said stretching my arm "Clark Kent, I'm here on the student exchange program. I'm from Smallville, Kansas".
He took my hand, his smiling growing a little "Peter Parker. Born and raised here in New York. How is it until now?"
"Huge! Smallville is a lot, a lot smaller." I laughed "well I guess that's why it's name is small-ville".
He returned my laugh with a laugh of his own. "You'll get used to it" he said, "I would have offered to show you around the more popular places in the city, but as you can imaging, I don't go there much so."
"It's ok" I answered immediately "I'm here actually to get away from action, and if people there are like this Flash Thompson guy, I'm not interested". His smile got broader. I can get used to this kid.
The bell rang. It's time to start school. "What's your first class?" Peter asked while gathering his things and putting his backpack on his shoulder.
"Hmmm" I looked at my timetable, I got "science."
Peter smiled "well what do you know? You're in my class". We walked into a science lab. As the lesson went on I found out that Peter was quite the science wiz. Very good for me because in I got suddenly really home sick and didn't listen at all in class and needed someone to explain it all to me. After school Peter offered me to come over to his house and help me with homework.
When we got to his house an old lady came out from what apparently was a kitchen "Hi Peter. The food is almost ready. I see you've brought a friend that's wonderful, will you stay to eat with us?" Peter gave the old lady a kiss on the chick
"Hi aunt May, this is Clark Kent, he's here on an exchange student program from Smallville. You want to stay?" he asked me, I smiled and told aunt I'd love to stay. She smiled back and got back to the kitchen.
*
He closed the door of his room. It was a small room, not much in it, I could see the window open and through it I saw Flash's girlfriend, the redhead, M.J. I smiled, to familiar, neighbors too. There was an awkward silence. Peter obviously didn't know what to do so I tried to break the ice by starting a conversation "So, you live with your aunt?" he looked down.
"My parents died in a plain crash when I was little, Aunt May and Uncle Ben took me in."
"Sorry. I've heard this story to many times now."
Peter looked up "What do you mean?" He asked, definitely intrigued.
I shrugged a little before I answered "A good friend of mine, Lana, lost her parents in the meteor shower" Peter eyes went wide, but I continued before he could say anything, I really didn't want to talk about the meteor shower "When she was 3. Her aunt, Nell, adopted her. Actually I'm adopted myself, but I don't know who I was before that. So I'm just Clark Kent. And my parents are my parents and no-one else." He mumbled something, obviously anxious to ask about the meteor shower. I didn't want him to so I quickly tried to change the subject "So.. when does your uncle return home?" it worked to well. The sadness in Peter eyes suddenly returned and that look of a person who went through so much.
"He won't" Peter said quietly "he was murdered a few months ago. Died right in my arms." The silende was heavy. Then he said something so quiet I'm sure no human should have heard "My fault." Too familiar again. That 'My fault'. I've heard it before, actually, I was the one who said it! He feels that his uncle death is his fault, just like do about everyone that was effected by the meteor shower. About Lana's parents.
"How's that your fault?" I asked.
He looked up at me "You heard that?".
I slumped in the chair. "I have good hearing". He shrugged. He's hiding something. Something I'm not sure even his aunt knows. Why he feels it's his fault? His uncle was murdered.
"Peter, honey, can you take the trash out?" his aunt shouted from down stairs, pulling both of us away from our thoughts.
When we got outside Peter tried to start a conversation again "so, where are you staying at?" he asked me.
"Some kid named Harry Osborn" for a moment I thought I said something wrong.
"You're joking right? He hadn't told me." when he looked up and saw the puzzled look on my face he continued with a smile "Harry's my best friend. Be careful of his dad though, ok? He's really into science and he owns Oscorp." Wow is this a clone of mine or something? This is starting to be creepy. "He's ok and all but Harry keeps saying his dad would prefer me as his son because I'm good at science. I keep telling him he's crazy."
Phew. that's better, atleast his dad is an ok guy, not a second Lionel Luthor with a Luthorcorp.
"Hey Peter." A voice came from the other side of the fence. When I looked I sa the redhead, M.J.
"Hi M.J, how are you?"
"you know, the usual" she smiled at Peter.
"oh M.J, meet Clark Kent. He's here with the exchange student program. He's staying at Harry's."
"Hi Clark, I'm Mary- Jane" she extended her arm.
"Hi" I said while shaking her arm, giving her my best smile. "Wow, what a smile" she said. Peter looked immidietly a little scared.
"Yeah, sorry. It's the famous Kent charm. Ignore it, Chloe will kill me if she knew I used it outside Smallville city limits." Peter relaxed at the mention of Chloe, obviosly thinking she's my girlfriend, I didn't fixed him, I had no interest in M.J and I didn't want to start on the wrong foot with Peter.
M.J gave a small laugh "Well my lips are sealed. She won't hear it from me".
"thanks" I smiled back. "emm Pete I need to get to Harry Osborn by now but I have no clue where it is."
"I'll take you there. Bye M.J" peter said.
"it was nice to meet you M.J"
"same here".
On the way Peter suddenly asked "since when do you call me Pete?"
"I called you Pete? Sorry bad habit, one time thing I promise it will never happen again. It's just one of my best friends name is Pete"
"oh". Got something from everyone I know. Funny, like I never left home.
TBC soon.
A/N: like I said this is my first story and it shows, its all confused but I think the story line worth the risk of showing my awful ways with grammer. I promise you this is the last time I ever(!) write in first person pov. next story will be 3rd person, promise! I hope it'll be clearer, but until the end of this story you'll have to suffer through 1st pov. sorry. Oh, and I don't own any of this characters. None.
"It's Clark!" I shouted after him. I took in a big breath and decided to take things slow.
I took a tray and got some food. Now is the hard part, where to sit? I don't know why but I started walking toward Peter's table and sat in front of him. He lifted his head. He had a sad look on his face, like he already went through so much in his life. A lot more someone this age need to go through. He almost looked too old for high school. He quickly masked his sadness in a way that reminded me of Lex "Don't you know it's a bad reputation to try and befriend with the school outcast?" he asked me with a weak smile.
"The outcasts usually turn out to be the more interesting people, you know." I said stretching my arm "Clark Kent, I'm here on the student exchange program. I'm from Smallville, Kansas".
He took my hand, his smiling growing a little "Peter Parker. Born and raised here in New York. How is it until now?"
"Huge! Smallville is a lot, a lot smaller." I laughed "well I guess that's why it's name is small-ville".
He returned my laugh with a laugh of his own. "You'll get used to it" he said, "I would have offered to show you around the more popular places in the city, but as you can imaging, I don't go there much so."
"It's ok" I answered immediately "I'm here actually to get away from action, and if people there are like this Flash Thompson guy, I'm not interested". His smile got broader. I can get used to this kid.
The bell rang. It's time to start school. "What's your first class?" Peter asked while gathering his things and putting his backpack on his shoulder.
"Hmmm" I looked at my timetable, I got "science."
Peter smiled "well what do you know? You're in my class". We walked into a science lab. As the lesson went on I found out that Peter was quite the science wiz. Very good for me because in I got suddenly really home sick and didn't listen at all in class and needed someone to explain it all to me. After school Peter offered me to come over to his house and help me with homework.
When we got to his house an old lady came out from what apparently was a kitchen "Hi Peter. The food is almost ready. I see you've brought a friend that's wonderful, will you stay to eat with us?" Peter gave the old lady a kiss on the chick
"Hi aunt May, this is Clark Kent, he's here on an exchange student program from Smallville. You want to stay?" he asked me, I smiled and told aunt I'd love to stay. She smiled back and got back to the kitchen.
*
He closed the door of his room. It was a small room, not much in it, I could see the window open and through it I saw Flash's girlfriend, the redhead, M.J. I smiled, to familiar, neighbors too. There was an awkward silence. Peter obviously didn't know what to do so I tried to break the ice by starting a conversation "So, you live with your aunt?" he looked down.
"My parents died in a plain crash when I was little, Aunt May and Uncle Ben took me in."
"Sorry. I've heard this story to many times now."
Peter looked up "What do you mean?" He asked, definitely intrigued.
I shrugged a little before I answered "A good friend of mine, Lana, lost her parents in the meteor shower" Peter eyes went wide, but I continued before he could say anything, I really didn't want to talk about the meteor shower "When she was 3. Her aunt, Nell, adopted her. Actually I'm adopted myself, but I don't know who I was before that. So I'm just Clark Kent. And my parents are my parents and no-one else." He mumbled something, obviously anxious to ask about the meteor shower. I didn't want him to so I quickly tried to change the subject "So.. when does your uncle return home?" it worked to well. The sadness in Peter eyes suddenly returned and that look of a person who went through so much.
"He won't" Peter said quietly "he was murdered a few months ago. Died right in my arms." The silende was heavy. Then he said something so quiet I'm sure no human should have heard "My fault." Too familiar again. That 'My fault'. I've heard it before, actually, I was the one who said it! He feels that his uncle death is his fault, just like do about everyone that was effected by the meteor shower. About Lana's parents.
"How's that your fault?" I asked.
He looked up at me "You heard that?".
I slumped in the chair. "I have good hearing". He shrugged. He's hiding something. Something I'm not sure even his aunt knows. Why he feels it's his fault? His uncle was murdered.
"Peter, honey, can you take the trash out?" his aunt shouted from down stairs, pulling both of us away from our thoughts.
When we got outside Peter tried to start a conversation again "so, where are you staying at?" he asked me.
"Some kid named Harry Osborn" for a moment I thought I said something wrong.
"You're joking right? He hadn't told me." when he looked up and saw the puzzled look on my face he continued with a smile "Harry's my best friend. Be careful of his dad though, ok? He's really into science and he owns Oscorp." Wow is this a clone of mine or something? This is starting to be creepy. "He's ok and all but Harry keeps saying his dad would prefer me as his son because I'm good at science. I keep telling him he's crazy."
Phew. that's better, atleast his dad is an ok guy, not a second Lionel Luthor with a Luthorcorp.
"Hey Peter." A voice came from the other side of the fence. When I looked I sa the redhead, M.J.
"Hi M.J, how are you?"
"you know, the usual" she smiled at Peter.
"oh M.J, meet Clark Kent. He's here with the exchange student program. He's staying at Harry's."
"Hi Clark, I'm Mary- Jane" she extended her arm.
"Hi" I said while shaking her arm, giving her my best smile. "Wow, what a smile" she said. Peter looked immidietly a little scared.
"Yeah, sorry. It's the famous Kent charm. Ignore it, Chloe will kill me if she knew I used it outside Smallville city limits." Peter relaxed at the mention of Chloe, obviosly thinking she's my girlfriend, I didn't fixed him, I had no interest in M.J and I didn't want to start on the wrong foot with Peter.
M.J gave a small laugh "Well my lips are sealed. She won't hear it from me".
"thanks" I smiled back. "emm Pete I need to get to Harry Osborn by now but I have no clue where it is."
"I'll take you there. Bye M.J" peter said.
"it was nice to meet you M.J"
"same here".
On the way Peter suddenly asked "since when do you call me Pete?"
"I called you Pete? Sorry bad habit, one time thing I promise it will never happen again. It's just one of my best friends name is Pete"
"oh". Got something from everyone I know. Funny, like I never left home.
TBC soon.