-1Chapter Five-Smallville High
Clark groaned as the radio blared music from his Ipod. He rolled over and hit the snooze, not wanting to hear anymore of "All that Remains". He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got out of bed. He had an hour to get ready.
He picked out a green t-shirt and some dark, blue jeans. He dressed quickly, topping the outfit with his black boots and leather jacket. He combed out the knots from his long hair which was beginning to curl in the back and behind his ears. He liked it, gave him a rougher look.
He grabbed his backpack, Ipod, and sunglasses. He made sure he stuffed his laptop into his backpack, just in case Lex did try something. One of the servers was waiting for him outside his door.
"Morning, Mr. Kent. Lex is waiting to have breakfast with you in the dinning hall." He said.
Clark rolled his eyes and followed the help down to the dinning hall, "It's Clark, okay. No Mr. Kent stuff." Clark said. He didn't get a response from him.
Lex was sitting at the head of the table, a plate of eggs, bacon, biscuits and pancakes. He was patiently waiting for Clark who sat down at the other end of the table. It was as far away from Lex he could get at the moment.
"Good Morning." Lex said. The help rushed to Clark's side and put everything that could be eaten for breakfast in front of him. "Wasn't sure what you liked for breakfast. So I had the kitchen staff fix everything."
Clark looked down at the massive plates of food and settled for the cereal. He could eat at lunch and after school if he wanted. He dug into the cheerios and drank his orange juice.
"Well, glad to see you're hungry. You didn't join us for dinner last night. William here, told me you were busy unpacking." Lex said, eating his breakfast. "Glad to see you're making yourself at home."
Clark grunted as he took his last bite. He looked up at Lex and downed the last of his juice. "Can I go now?"
Lex swallowed and smiled, "Sure. I had the staff pull out my bikes for you to pick. They'll have the keys for you."
Clark stood and grabbed his backpack. "Bye then."
Lex smiled and set his fork down, "Have a good day. Don't forget our deal."
Clark didn't say anything in return and just followed the server back out of the dinning hall. The butler type man, named Steve, lead him down several hallways before reaching a door. "Mr. Kent, don't worry about Lex. You'll get used to him soon enough."
"Sure." Clark responded, not wanting to go into the "call me Clark".
He opened the door and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Lex had a dozen bikes to choose from. From sports, to luxury. He didn't know what to pick. His pick eventually came down to the Red and Black Honda 2007 CBR1000RR. He sat on the seat and smiled at the natural feel of the bike between his legs. It had LCD readouts, and a smooth gloss finish. He smiled and looked back over to the help. Steve sighed and tossed him the keys.
Clark started the bike and revved it. The engine roared beneath his thighs and smiled like it was Christmas. He put on his sunglasses and shifted his bag on his back. With a roar, he speed out of the garage and down the driveway.
The scenery passed by in a blur as he speed down the street. He zipped past any cars that got in his way. Within minutes he was peeling into Smallville High. Students turned to watch as he rode down the sidewalk, some even jumping out of his way. He smirked and pulled off into a parking space.
He turned off the bike and pocketed the keys. He looked up at the entrance to Smallville High. He shifted his bag so it only hung off one shoulder and walked up the sidewalk to the front entrance. Some students who had seen his grand entrance parted out of his way. He pushed open the main door and chuckled at the filled hallways. No one was in class, and the students had filled the hallways. It was still less than his high school in Metropolis. He might actually like a smaller school.
He made his way to the front office. Lex was suppose to have already enrolled him, he just had to get his locker and schedule. The clerk sitting at the desk smiled up at him when he entered.
"Morning, can I help you?" She asked
"I guess. I'm Clark Kent and I need to get my…"
"Schedule. Yes, Mr. Kent we knew you were coming." She said cutting him off and jumping up from her desk. She had a stack of papers that she shuffled through before pulling out a few. She walked up to him and handed them over.
"That, Mr. Kent is your parking decal, locker number, and schedule. Mr. Luthor had you placed in advanced classes." The clerk said.
Clark groaned and looked up his locker number, 125. He didn't see his decal number though.
"Whatever space you parked in, is yours for the year." She said.
"Thanks." Clark said looking over his schedule.
He had advanced English first, Trigonometry, Creative Writing, Advanced History. He sighed at his work load, he may be a bad guy but he did like to maintain good grades. He planned on getting far away from this life. He needed a degree for that and the only way he was getting the money for school, either by crime or good grades. Since his crime life was on hold, he needed to keep up his grades.
He left the office and hunted down his locker. He found it close to all of his classes, which were only a few doors apart on this hallway. At least he wouldn't be late to class unless he wanted to. He opened his locker and stuffed his backpack in. He only got out a notebook to take notes. He slammed the locker closed and locked it.
When he turned around, across the hall a blonde chick was staring at him. He took his glasses off and pocketed them inside his jacket. That way the blonde and the dude with her could see how pissed he looked. He didn't like it when people stared, especially at him.
He turned and went down the hall and entered his first class. The teacher greeted him with a smile. "You must be Luthor's boy." She said.
"I rather not be referred to as that, thanks." He replied, and he meant every word. Lex may be his foster parent but he wasn't his real dad. He was merely a business arrangement and nothing more.
"I'm terribly sorry. Here's your textbook, just have a seat anywhere." She said.
Clark took the book from her and headed to the back. He found a seat and plopped down in it. He left the book closed and laid his notebook on top. A few minutes later the bell rang and students piled into the room.
He cursed his luck when the same chick and guy from the hallway walked in, some other chick was with them and they sat in the row next to him. The girl he hadn't seen sat beside him. He got a good luck at her from the corner of his eye.
She was beautiful and…depressed. She wore her dark brown locks past her shoulders. Her clothing hugged her curves in the perfect way. If she had been smiling, she would have taken his breath away. Her friends were laughing and she attempted to laugh with them.
Being the master of fake laughter he knew she wasn't being real. Why was a pretty girl like her so down in the dumps? It wasn't his place to ask, after all he was going to be the school bully. He didn't need to be concerned for some chick he hadn't met on the first day of school.
"Good Morning class. Say here when I call your name, please." Mrs. Applebomb announced to the roaring class. He waited patiently for his name to be called. Hopefully he wasn't on the roster as Clark Luthor, then he would have to puke all over his useless English book.
"Clark Kent?" She called out.
He sighed in relief and raised his hand. When the class all turned to look at him he slowly lowered it. He got the feeling they all knew more about him, then he knew about them. Did they know about his parents. It had been in the news, after all his parents had been killed when a big rig ran over their truck and them inside. Or did they know about his current living situation. The blonde next to him gasped in surprise, he assumed when she heard his name. He didn't look at anyone and just stared out the window he was close to.
"Lana Lang?" The teacher called out.
The troubled girl next to him raised her hand. So she was Lana Lang. It was a pretty name for a pretty girl. Who was he kidding, she was beautiful. He was confused by his interest but he really just wanted to strike up a conversation with the girl. He pushed the thought away quickly, he had to stick to the plan and she wasn't a part of it.
"Pete Ross?" Mrs. Applebomb called out.
The dude that was with the blonde raised his hand. Clark quickly looked him over. He played football, not that his letterman jacket gave that away. He didn't look to be big enough though. Clark wondered if he was quarterback, if so he was going to have to put him in his place when he tried out.
"Chloe Sullivan?" Clark was shocked when it was the blonde who responded.
He didn't look over at her, but merely watched from the corner of his eye. It may have been seven years but he still remembered her and her cousin Lois. Lois used to watch him and Chloe when his parents left the farm. No wonder she'd stared at him, she must have recognized him. He almost felt bad for not recognizing her too but he really didn't care.
He didn't want anything to do with her right now. So when she looked over at him to see if he had a reaction to her name being called, he stared out the window.