To Clark Luthor it was all a big game and a game that he always won. He was intelligent, rich, and sexy who wouldn't want him. That very thought has been running through his head for the past three months. Three months ago is when she entered the picture and there was finally someone who didn't want him and it made him furious. Usually when he played his cards correctly he would have been there done that weeks ago. But there was something different about her than everyone else. She had been living with her cousin Chloe Sullivan ever since January. From what he knew her father had died of a heart attack two days after Thanksgiving. Usually with a tragedy like girls are the most vulnerable but, no not her.
He had met her on one of the trips he's forced to take with his father to Smallville. He thinks it irrelevant that he has to go and doesn't understand why he has to go along. Lex doesn't want to have anything to do with him, so like every other time he came down to the po' dunk town he visited their coffee shop the Talon when he could sneak away unnoticed. There was always some quick fling he could pick up and have some fun with.
Oh was he in for a special treat that day. The day his world came to a halt, the day his heart thundered, the day he blushed at the hand of a brash, sexy, beautiful woman. The day he met Lois Lane. Because of this he was in a frantic rage. He wanted her more than anyone else. It was all part of the game. She wasn't playing fair though, she was supposed to let him win. Let him score at least once. But no the stubborn woman held her ground every time he came around with his useless words. She just didn't understand what he had to offer her. It frustrated him beyond belief that he was still pursuing her after three months. He just couldn't believe that she wouldn't want him; he was a nice catch after all. At least that's what he and many of the girls from Metropolis to Star City thought.
He had been back to the Talon frequently ever since their first meeting much to her annoyance. To be honest she was really bruising his ego, she was so high and mighty that she wouldn't even give him two seconds of her time. Usually he could read a girl right away and tell what tactic to use on that specific woman. It had been fail proof before he met her. Something about her made him sweat, made him feel like a boy when he was clearly a man. He walks into the Talon annoyed by the bell and marches straight up to the counter. To his joy the object of his dreams as of frequent is behind the counter, rolling her eyes.
"What do you want today Bud?" she says obviously annoyed.
"You."
"Ew, you know if you don't order something that you can actually have in this lifetime I'm going to kick your ass."
With his hands up in surrender he shudders "Ok, Ok." while thinking this woman is so absolutely crazy and sexy at the same time. "What would you suggest?"
"Really, you want my honest opinion?" is her reply as he immediately nods his head.
She leans in close to his ear and whispers fiercely "For you my friend to stop coming here every Tuesday and Thursday at four o'clock harassing me."
"So we're friends now?" is his reply as his eye brows arch.
"Pal your pushing it, you're really pushing it." She exhales through barred teeth as she starts too count to ten. It's something she does a lot when he is around.
"Alright, alright, I'll have the usual." He says thinking of yet another plan after being shot down.
She turns around and he admires her and his only thoughts are damn she is gorgeous. When she turns back around she states "That will be four dollars and ninety two cent's" as he hands her a crisp twenty dollar bill.
" One black coffee and a blueberry muffin, have a nice day." She says with a smile on her face, happy he is finally about to leave.
"Thank you," he says grabbing the cup "but the muffin is for you." He winks and walks away to the nearest table.
Five seconds later she's there with the muffin in hand glaring at him. He takes a sip of his coffee then turns and requested her to sit down much to his dismay she didn't. She just looked at him seething.
"You know you can't just stand there, why don't you just sit down?" he cajoled again. Much to his surprise she actually did. Then slowly but surely she started to eat the muffin, looking everywhere but him. "How did you know?" she mumbles.
"Well for the past month or so I've noticed at four fifteen you take a ten minute break, every time you go to grab a blueberry muffin except they are all gone. You look down disappointed and settle for a banana nut muffin instead."
"Stalker much." She snorts.
"No just observant."
"Why?" she ask head down looking at the muffin.
"What?"
"I said why you dumb shit, why do you keep hassling me? Go find some other girl to get it on with cause I'm not the one. I'm sorry for being the cause of the friction in your jeans, but buddy you can't buy me with some damn muffin!" she exclaimed blowing her bangs out of her face.
He laughed.
"Oh so you think this is funny."
"Yeah your pretty damn hot, when your angry." He stated.
"You know I had been holding off on this because I felt sorry for you but you've got it coming." She fumed in search for her cell phone. "That pretty boy face of yours won't be so pretty for long."
Behind the counter again she started to angrily press numbers on a phone.
"And who are you calling to break my pretty face?" He said mockingly.
"My boyfriend."