"Have you seen him?"

"Who?" Lois said to her younger sister, while grabbing her books slowly out of her locker.

"Smith." Lucy replied looking in her compact mirror and fixing her hair.

"Who is Smith?"

"Sexy man in the hall, I came up with it when I saw him this morning. He is the most perfect looking human being in the world, I guess he just transferred he. . ." she trailed off gazing dreamily beyond Lois' shoulder.

"Lucy" she snapped her fingers in front of her sister, but she wouldn't come out of the trance. She followed Lucy's gaze and was shocked at who held it. It was Clark Luthor walking down the hall in all his dark glory. Crisp, dark blue, button down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows to expose his thick forearms, dark jeans, black, polished designer shoes, and a black leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes found Lois and his daring smirk transformed into a full blown wolfish grin.

"Well, well look who we have here" he said coming to a halt in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" she replied rolling her eyes.

"I go to school here."

"Huh, oh really, since when?" she asked disbelievingly.

"Since today. Excited?" he asked placing his hand against her locker.

"No, not really."

"Hm, well who is this lovely lady?" Clark asked grabbing Lucy's hand.

"I-I'm Lucy." she stammered.

"Pleasure to meet you." he said bringing her hand to his lips.

Smacking Lucy's hands away Lois exclaim, "Stay the hell away from my sister, buster."

"Fiesty, just the way I like them." he winked at her.

"Go to hell."

"Only if you come with me."

"You better watch yourself mister, I'd kick your ass now but just you wait until next week."

"And what will happen next week that I am waiting for?"

"My boyfriend is coming to town and he's gonna kick your ass."

"Well we'll see about that won't we. As for now I have to go, don't miss me too much." He said while he walked away whistling with his hands in his pockets.

"What the hell was that? You know Smith?" Lucy asked looking dumbfounded after finally coming out of her trance.

"No." Lois said slamming her locker shut.

"You definitely know him, what was that about then?"

"He comes to the Talon, that's all I know about him." Lois puffed out while walking to her next class.

"Yeah sure whatever, it didn't seem that way."

"Well Lucy, I'd love to keep chatting but I've got class and so do you, so move it soldier."

He was quite proud of himself today. Thinking about his last encounter while walking into the bathroom Clark felt more like himself. Today he had got the last word, which was only a tale-tale sign that he'd be getting what he wanted in a matter of time, and then he'd be done with her. Although with the mission almost accomplished he was getting somewhat sad. He wondered what would happen after he'd got her. The chase would be over. And that's how it should be he thought to himself. But he felt a little sad thinking about the end. He laughed to himself; why should he care what happens after. He gets what he wants and then gets out.

He laughed at himself again. "Just a bit longer, there's no way she can resist you for too much longer." he told himself in the mirror, laughing again as he touched his face.

With a smile on his face he exited the bathroom and bumped into a couple of rather small group of guys in red and gold letterman jackets.

"Hey man watch were your going—well, well boys look who we have here, it's Richie Rich." a blonde headed guy said sizing up Clark. "Mr. Grey Poupon, you better watch it."

All his friends laughed as he pushed Clark. Reluctantly Clark went along with it. He smirked as the stout little blonde continued to insult him, and try to rough him up. He was used to it and decided to let the guy have his fun, for the time being.

"Mr. Grey Poupon and Richie Rich are the best insults you can come up with?" Clark laughed as the guy stared him in the eye. "I know I'm sexy but seeing as I only like girl parts I suggest you stop touching me."

The last comment set the small blonde into a rage as his fist flew with speed into the locker as Clark ducked away and reversed the attack. He held the guy by his neck against the locker he was just against a second ago.

"Now you listen here, come at me again and you're dead." Clark sneered. As he walked away the sea of gawking students parted quickly.

His next class was Algebra 2 and he wasn't too happy besides seeing Lois his day had been rather dull. So he was really excited when he walked in and saw her sitting in the back of the class.

"Hello." he said startling her.

"What the, great shit, are you in this class?" she asked rolling her eyes.

"Why yes, it's a pleasure to see you here." he said placing his bag on the floor and sitting down in the seat next to her.

"That seat is taken pal."

"I know, by me."

"Why do you like to bothering me, don't you have better things to do?"

He pondered a bit before he spoke and decided to be brutally honest. "Well you see you are rather beautiful and I would like to see you-."

"Ok class today you will discover the secret." the old, oddly dressed teacher said to the class as he began to write a series of numbers on the board. Clark was amused and confused by the teacher's attire of a brown suit jacket, complete with a red bowtie, khaki cargo shorts, and socks with sandals.

"Alright, now what is the secret?" he asked the class which he got no response. "Ok so since no one knows I guess we shall try a different one."

As the teacher began to write another series of numbers Clark leaned over to Lois in utter confusion.

"What is he talking about?" he whispered.

"I don't know."

"Well you've been in this class longer than me, you should have picked up on his teaching style by now."

"He's a whack job, no one except for those three girls in the front row ever knows what he's talking about. Supposedly he had a traumatic experience before school started last fall and he has been Mr. Pee Wee Herman in the summertime ever since. Now would you please shut up while I try to concentrate?" she asked.

Apparently one of the girls in the front row like Lois had said had discovered the "secret" which was a pattern of some sort but Clark had tuned them out. It would be easy for him to learn all this information without Mr. Crazy.

"Why?" he asked Lois with a smirk in his face.

"Why what? Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"Why do you try to concentrate it's not like you are going to understand what he's saying anyway." he pointed out. "You know I could help you."

"No thank you, I'd rather fail the class."

"Ok, whatever floats your boat, but as seeing your situation you might sink it."

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" she glared at him.

"I'm just saying that if you don't get the necessary help, you will fail the class if you don't understand it. That is all." he said dismissively.

"There are many other options out there for me to get help."

"Such as?"

"My boyfriend is studying to be a marine biologist so he knows all about this math stuff. So I don't need your help so shut up."

"Alright well can I just say one thing?" he inquired.

"No."

"Ok, ok but just so you know I could teach you a lesson far better than your boyfriend ever could." he replied laughing to himself.