Episode 03 – Hothead
"Football: Sport or Abuse?" Clark read from the Torch as I walked next to him, looking at it over his shoulder.
"What do you think?" Chloe asked with a smirk as we headed up to the bleachers by the football field. Chloe had a cup of coffee in her hand as I drank a bottle of Mountain Dew.
"I think you need to seriously decrease your Cappuccino dependency," Clark replied, making Pete laugh.
"Pete thinks I'm being too hard on Coach Walt," Chloe commented as said guy draped his arm around my shoulder to steal my drink; I handed it over and leant into his side.
"The man coached my dad, all my brothers," Pete explained, "He used to come over and watch the Super Bowl."
"Now, while I'm touched by that Hallmark moment," Chloe sighed, eyeing the arm around my shoulder, "you don't get points for subtlety in journalism. I've already started getting hate mail." I smirked and shook my head at her, eyeing the cheerleaders who were glaring in our direction as we headed through the courtyard.
"You seem very happy about that," I commented, "Why?"
"Because it means I'm hitting a nerve," she replied, "Besides, between the abysmal sentence structure and generous use of obscenities, I've got a pretty good idea of who's been sending it."
"If you think my team-mates are reading the Torch, you're giving them way too much credit," Pete smirked as he handed me my drink back. "Thanks."
"No problem," I smirked up at him before looking away, why was I flirting with Pete?
"Don't you even care about this?" Lana's voice suddenly rang across the courtyard, making me turn my head.
"I don't see what the big deal is," Whitney replied.
"You don't think this is a big deal? I think it's a big deal!" She snapped before storming past us, I followed her with my gaze worriedly before I turned to glare at Whitney.
"Whoo! There's something you don't see every day a pompom meltdown," Chloe laughed making me frown at her but she was too busy looking at a gang of jocks leaving the building. "Ooh, here they come! I need a picture of the cheating jockstraps." Pete took his arm from around me to hand Chloe the camera before he put his arm back.
"Any idea how they got that midterm, Chloe?" Clark asked curiously.
"It's still a mystery, but I'm working on it," she replied as I watched them. As I watched one of them tossed a football towards Chloe making me pull her out of the way smoothly as Clark caught the ball just before it hit me, showing off super reflexes, I gave him a stern look.
"Ooh, nice catch!" Pete patted his shoulder before pulling me back into his arms as I glowered at the offending jock.
"One of your team-mates just attempted to assassinate me, and all you say is nice catch?" Chloe demanded before walking away.
"I thought she wanted to hit a nerve?" Pete asked as he pulled away to follow her, Clark shoved the ball in my arms as he followed making me sigh before I reeled back to toss the ball back at the jock. I didn't mean to throw it hard, but as he caught it he doubled over with a gasp making me toss him a glare before I headed after the others.
Walking out of morning Lit Pete's arm was once again around my shoulders as we walked with Clark, who kept tossing us a curious look before shrugging it off. "Ooh vending machine," I muttered as I picked up the pace, grabbing Pete's falling arm and linking my hand with his.
I was buying M&Ms when Coach Walk walked up to us, "Hey, Kents!" he greeted us making me turn and give him a look before collecting my candy. "I saw those arms out there. Technique was lousy, but you've both got power."
"Thanks," Clark beamed as I frowned at the man, Pete draped his arm around me again.
"Why aren't you on the team?" he asked Clark, avoiding the subject with me now, girls weren't allowed on the football team anyway.
"My dad needs me on the farm," Clark replied.
"Well, your school needs you on the field," Coach replied, "We got a big game on Friday night, we're short players. Look, look, I – I know your dad would understand."
"He's stubborn," I filled in.
"Yeah, I remember," Coach nodded, "Jonathan Kent was one of the best athletes I ever coached. A lot of God-given talent. It's in your genes, Kent."
"Actually, I'm adopted," Clark cut in making me smirk slightly.
"Look," Coach was frustrated, "I am giving you a chance to be a part of something special, a part of history. Now, I've seen you stare at your father's picture in that trophy case. Don't tell me you don't want to be a part of this. Why don't you suit up? Look at Ross here, he doesn't have a lick of natural talent but he's got a truck load of heart... and football obviously got him the girl."
I frowned at him, but blushed slightly at the last part, "Thanks, I guess," Pete muttered, unsure.
"Let me think about it," Clark commented.
"Fordman, get over here!" Coach called, making me turn my head to see Whitney and Lana walking over.
"Hey guys," Lana greeted giving me small hug, yet glancing questioningly at Pete's arm, I shrugged and gave her a sheepish smile.
"Fordman you're the team captain," Coach told Whitney, "How do you think Kent here would do on the field? I mean, considering our current predicament?"
"He might do alright," Whitney nodded as he looked Clark up and down.
"Hmm... he seems afraid though," Coach baited.
"That's not the reason," I snapped defensively.
"What is it Clark?" Lana questioned.
"My dad," he replied simply.
"Kent, there comes a time when you gotta step out of your father's shadow," Coach told him, "be your own man. Now what do you say? You ready to be your own man?"
I frowned up at my brother as he glanced around us before nodding, "Count me in," he nodded, I frowned more before shaking my head. Pulling out of Pete's hold I walked away from them all.
Once around the corner and in a different corridor I leant against the wall and sighed, "He's an idiot," I muttered to myself.
"Call me when the hurting's done!" I heard Pete's voice call as he followed me down the corridor making me frown before I pushed myself away from the wall and to my locker instead to get my sketch book for art. "Hey, you okay?"
"I'm fine, Pete," I replied as I snapped my locked shut, spinning the lock.
"You don't look it," he pointed out making me roll my eyes at him before we headed into class. "I mean... you're not mad at me are you? It's just Clark."
"I'm not mad at either of you," I shrugged as I took my seat, glancing at him as he stood next to me, "Jus disappointed in Clark for being an idiot."
"He just wants to be popular," Pete shrugged making me glance at him, "It's important to some of us Izzy."
"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged as the teacher came in, we fell silent at that and listened to the assignment.
"Hey Izzy," Pete said as we left for lunch, he draped his arm around me too making me glance at him, "I think we should do something."
"What do you mean?" I asked him curiously.
"Well neither of us have homework," he started, "I was uh, just, you know..."
"Are you asking me out, Pete?" I asked him with a teasing smirk, he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.
"Uh, I guess I am," he smiled sheepishly making me blush slightly.
"I thought you were in to Chloe," I asked curiously.
"Well..." he hesitated, "Chloe's in to Clark and uh..."
"How about we hang out tonight," I suggested as I pulled from his arms to walk backwards in front of him, a smirk on my face, "And if it turns into a date, then it turns into a date." He grinned at me and nodded making me smile widely.
"Sounds good," he nodded.
"Good," I grinned, "I'm having lunch with Lana, but I'll see you when your practice finishes. We'll go do something after."
"See you then," he smirked at me making me smile widely before I turned on my heel and headed off, a broad grin on my face that I couldn't fight off.
"What's got you so happy?" Lana asked as I met her by the bleachers at the football field.
"I have a sort of date tonight," I replied as we headed off the school grounds to get lunch.
"A sort of date, with who exactly?" she asked curiously, I glanced at her and bit my lip. "Pete?" I nodded. "Aww Izzy that's really cute."
"Oh shut it," I shoved her slightly, "He asked, but then we decided it's just hanging out and if it turns into a date then that's what it does."
"Meaning you're just hanging out, but at some point, if you make out then so be it?" she smirked at me, I shrugged and nodded. "Why does hearing about, you and Pete making out sound familiar?"
"I told you not to bring that up," I frowned at her as I glanced over my shoulder to where Clark, Pete and Chloe were coming out of the building, Pete was grinning slightly. "I am dead when Clark finds out."
"Pete was your friend first," she shrugged at me as she linked her arm with mine, "You'll tell me everything, right?"
"Of course," I chuckled at her...
I sat on the bleachers, watching as the team came out for practice, Pete looked pretty funny in his uniform as he was really skinny, but Clark seemed to suit the jock look, surprisingly. "Izzy," dad dropped onto the bleacher next to me making me turn to him.
"Daddy, what are you...?" I started.
"I could ask you the same thing," he arched an eyebrow at me, I smiled sheepishly as Clark came and joined us.
"I'm glad you're both here," he said as soon as he reached us, "It means a lot to me."
"I'm here for Pete," I shrugged, "We're hanging out after." Clark gave me a confused look.
"I still don't support your decision, Clark," Dad told him, "I'm here to see that no one gets hurt." I frowned at dad for that as Clark headed back on to the field, disappointed.
"Did you have to say that?" I asked dad sternly, he gave me a look and opened his mouth to say something, "He's your son, and super or not he still needs your support and your trust."
I turned to the field as the practice run started, Clark at tailback... I gasped as he got took out, but it turned into a slight grown as Coach started shouting at him. Something changed in Clark, and I watched the next run, he knocked over half of the linebackers before hurdling others finishing with an unchallenged run to the endzone.
"Clark," I sighed as dad got up and walked away, I followed him with my gaze before looking back at the field where Clark was watching disappointedly.
A few hours later I joined Clark and Pete as they left the locker rooms, letting the latter drape his arm around my shoulders. "Where's your dad go?" Pete asked curiously.
"He had to go back to the farm," I replied simply as I ducked my head, only to snap it back up at the sound of screaming. Principle Kwan's car was on fire.
"Go get help!" Clark shouted, Pete took off as I dropped my things and followed Clark to the car. Clark smashed through the window before pulling the driver's side door off its hinges as I grabbed Kwan and pulled him out of the car, half dragging him away from the car, Clark took him off of me as the car exploded, sending me flying forwards on to my front as let out a groan.
"So what exactly happened when I went for help?" Pete questioned as we sat in the coffee shop later on, his arm around me as I curled into his side on the sofa.
"We got the door open and dragged him out," I replied, "We got away before it exploded." Glancing up at him I watched a small smile flicker across his lips before he brushed some of my hair from my face.
"I'm glad you're okay," he told me quietly as I blushed, "You don't usually blush, Iz."
"You don't usually act like this," I replied in the same tone making him smirk slightly before he leant towards me. His lips pressed softly against mine, making my eyes flicker closed as I kissed him back. It was slow and sweet, exactly how I remembered his kisses.
"I can't believe you've been blinded by the Friday night lights," Chloe's voice suddenly laughed making me freeze, Pete did too.
"I joined the football team, not a cult," Clark chuckled, "What the...?"
I pulled away from Pete as his head snapped around to face Clark who was half shocked half glaring at us. "Hi," I squeaked slightly.
"And now Izzy and Pete are together," Chloe threw her arms in the air, "Next thing we know I'll be joining the pompom brigade!"
"I hear there's a spot open," I smiled sheepishly as I nodded behind them, Lana was behind the counter wearing a green Beanery apron.
"Lana, what are you doing here?" Clark asked curiously, as Lana walked over to us with a small note pad.
"Taking your order, I hope," she replied as she glanced at me and Pete, a small smirk on her face told me she'd seen us.
"W-what is this?" Chloe asked, "Some sort of cheerleading charity, like 'be a waitress for a night' sort of thing?"
"Yes, it is, except for the cheerleading and charity parts," she replied, "Tips are always appreciated."
"So you're a waitress for real?" Clark questioned making me sigh slightly since he was no longer looking at me and Pete.
"Even got the perky name tag to prove it," she replied happily.
"First day?" Pete asked her curiously as he played with a strand of my hair.
"Ever," she replied with a nod making me smirk.
"Where's your necklace?" Clark asked curiously.
"Strict dress code, no jewellery and no open toed shoes," she replied.
"You look very... waitress like," Chloe smirked.
"Now, if I could only tell the difference between a half-caf and a non-fat latte," she sighed.
"I'll just have regular black then," Chloe grinned.
"Make that four Lana," I told her with a smile making her nod and walk away as Chloe joined us, but Clark took the tray Lana had left on our table and headed over to her as I leant into Pete's side.
"Clark is a footballer and Lana Lang is a waitress," Chloe commented as we watched them talk.
"What's wrong with that?" I questioned.
"Nothing," she shrugged, "I just want to click my heels and get back to reality." She glanced between us, her gaze staying on his hand playing with my hair for a moment longer, "So what's going on?"
"What do you mean?" Pete asked her as my gaze travelled to a jock, Trevor, walking into the coffee shop. Pete nodded to him in greeting making him do the same before he headed over to a table of jocks, muttering to them.
"Well, one day you're acting normal, and the next you guys are apparently in love," she pointed out before she followed our gaze, "What's going on with your fallen brethren?"
"I don't know," Pete replied simply, Chloe hopped up.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow," she told us before rushing out making me frown at her as Clark came over, she said something to him on her way past.
"What are we going to do, Clark doesn't seem too happy about this," Pete muttered as I turned my head to him again.
"Well, Clark's just going to have to get over it," I shrugged at him with a smirk making him grin slightly before he leant in. The sweet, soft kiss seemed to have something else in it this time as I wrapped my arm around his neck to pull him closer, but we wrenched apart at the sound of clattering.
Lana was on the floor with cups and a tray around her as customers applauded making me giggle slightly, and since Clark was helping her up, I turned back to Pete and locked my lips on his again.
"So what's going on between you and Pete?" Clark asked the next night as he practically posed in front of the mirror, looking at his football uniform.
"Look, Clark, I know you think that..." I started.
"I just don't want things to get awkward if you break up," he replied, "He's my best friend, and you're my sister..."
"We're not serious enough to break up Clark," I told him, "We're just..." He shook his head making me smirk.
"Don't say fooling around," he told me making me grin widely at him, "Izzy!"
"What?" I shrugged at him, "He's obviously into Chloe."
"So what, you're with him because you don't have a boyfriend and Pete's there?" he asked me, I shrugged making him sigh and shake his head.
"Headed out to the pep rally?" Mom asked as she walked up the stairs to us.
"How do I look?" Clark asked her curiously.
"As handsome as your father," mom replied with a smile.
"You don't have to do this, mom?" Clark started.
"Do what?" Mom asked curiously as I looked between them.
"Play Kent family peace keeper," Clark replied.
"If the Kent men weren't so stubborn, I wouldn't have to," Mom started before looking at me, "And since Izzy's chosen sides..."
"I have not," I started.
"You're taking dad's side?" Clark asked her.
"No, Clark, I'm not I told him he's being unreasonable," mom replied.
"Thanks," Clark smiled making me shake my head.
"Well, I'm not saying you're completely innocent here, either," she told him, "If you want to make your own decision, you need to be prepared to live with your mistakes."
"You trust me, don't you?" he asked her hopefully.
"I want to, Clark," she replied, "So does your dad. Just... give him a chance." Clark nodded with a weak smile.
"Come on, Crows, let's go!" the cheerleaders were chanting at the rally as I walked around. I'd lost Clark, and I hadn't seen Pete or Chloe anywhere.
Arms slipped around my waist as I faced the bonfire, making me jump slightly before lips pressed to my neck making me chuckle. "You scared the crap out of me Pete," I told him as I turned in his arms to see him grinning at me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and chewed on my lip.
"You talked to Clark?" he asked me curiously.
"He's okay," I told him, "He's just worried that things will get awkward if we break up or something."
"Well we just won't let it," he told me making me nod in agreement before I pulled his head down so I could kiss him.
"Hey guys, have you seen Chloe?" Clark's voice called over to us making me groan as we pulled away, turning to him.
"Nope," I shook my head, Pete shook his head too. Clark frowned before walking off again making me roll my eyes at him, "He did that on purp..." I was cut off by Pete's lips pressing against mine again making me let out a sigh before I moved on to my tiptoes to press my lips harder on to his, my eyes flickering closed.
"I'm half way to suggesting we bail," Pete muttered against my lip as we broke apart to breath.
"You're a pervert," I giggled slightly as one of his hands slipped up the back of my shirt, "But I think you should go talk to your jockstrap friends."
"I'd much rather stay here," he smirked down at me before leaning in again, he didn't get a chance to kiss me this time though since Whitney and another jock came up behind him and dragged him away from me making me laugh loudly as he gave me a look.
A few hours later I gave up on the pep rally and headed to the Beanery to see Lana since she was working. I was surprised to see her chatting with Lex when I walked in, she walked away to get his order as I walked over.
"Coffee?" she asked as I passed her.
"Yes please," I smiled at her as I kissed her cheek, "Don't drop it though."
"Very funny," she rolled her eyes at me I grinned cheekily before heading over to Lex.
"Hey," I greeted as I dropped into the seat opposite him, "What're you doing here?"
"My dad's at the mansion," he replied, "I'm avoiding going home." I smirked slightly at that as I sat back to look at him, "You're a little dressed up for coffee aren't you?"
"I was on a date at the pep rally," I shrugged, "he got distracted by his team mates so I bailed." He arched a questioning eyebrow at me, "He's a reserve so it doesn't count."
"Ah," he smirked at me making me roll my eyes at him.
"Well, if it isn't Smallville's latest football star," Lana greeted making me turn around to see Clark.
"Let's see how I do tomorrow night," he chuckled, "Hey, have you seen Trevor tonight?"
"No, he hasn't been in," Lana replied.
"How are things going here?" Clark asked curiously.
"Today is one of those days I just want to scream," Lana replied as I smirked and shook my head.
"Well, for what it's worth, I think it's cool you got this job," Clark told her.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry I'm not gonna get to see you play tomorrow," Lana smiled weakly, "New girl gets the worst shifts. So, can I get you anything?"
"Uh, maybe a cup of coffee," he replied, my gaze turned to Lex as he smirked.
"Coming right up," Lana told him.
"Thanks," Clark smiled before I heard him heading over to us.
"Rumour has it Clark Kent joined the football team," Lex greeted as Clark sat down.
"Rumour's true," he replied.
"Congratulations," Lex told him as I smiled slightly, "Your dad must be thrilled."
"Actually, he freaked out," Clark replied, "Told me I couldn't play. I'm surprised with my dad. I mean, he claims I should make my own decisions, but then when I do he shoots me down."
I rolled my eyes slightly, "Ah, and you're out late, waiting for him to go to bed so you could avoid the uncomfortable silence that greets you when you go home," Lex filled in, a smirk twitched at my lips.
"How'd you know?" Clark asked him.
"Luthors wrote the book on uncomfortable silences," Lex told us making me arch an amused eyebrow at him.
"What are you working on, anyway?" I asked him as I glanced at the file on the table between us.
"Trying to figure out which poor bastard should get the axe," he replied, "My father wants me to cut twenty percent of my workforce."
"Any way around it?" I asked him curiously.
"Once my father's made his mind up, he's not easy to turn around," Lex replied making me frown slightly as Lana appeared and put drinks on the table.
"If it makes you guys feel any better, you should have seen the look on my aunt's face when I took this job," she told us, "not that I was eavesdropping or anything." I grinned at her as she sat on the arm of my chair, her arm around my shoulders.
"I guess we're all in the same boat," Clark commented.
"Speak for yourselves," I smirked, "I'm a good girl."
"Yeah?" Clark challenged, "Wait until dad hears about you and Pete." I paled slightly at that and frowned.
"Damn," I muttered slightly.
Lex chuckled slightly and shook his head, "At least you three stood your ground and are doing what you want," he commented, "I caved." He lifted his coffee, "You have inspired me."
"Oh yeah, joining the football team and pouring some coffee," I smirked, "They're a couple of real rebels."
"Dating behind your dad's back?" Lex smirked at me making me pull tongues at him.
"Long live the revolution," Lana giggled slightly.
"Cheers," Lex nodded as he took a sip of his drink, I smirked at the whipped cream on his nose and lip.
"How is it?" Lana asked hopefully.
"It's perfect," he told her.
"Okay," She smiled before walking away.
"Is that what you ordered?" I asked him with a quiet giggle.
"Not even close," he replied dryly making me grin widely before I shook my head.
"I'm gonna go home," I sighed as I got up, "You coming?"
"I'll see you later," he shook his head making me roll my eyes at him before I leant down to hug him.
"You're a wimp," I told him before I moved around the table, hugging Lex to his surprise, "And so are you. I'll see you guys around."
"Bye," they called as I left.
I was at the front of the stands, close to where Pete sat on the bench as I watched the game in front of me. Chloe had opted to sit further back, and when I heard her greet mom and dad, I ducked my head to not be seen. "Blue 32! Hut!" Whitney bellowed the play as the game started, Clark was still nowhere to be seen.
"Pete," I called down to him, making him turn as I jogged down to him.
"Hey, babe, what's up?" he asked me curiously as he saw the worried look on my face.
"Where's Clark?" I asked him simply, he shrugged.
"Haven't seen him all day," he replied making me chew on my lip slightly.
"Ross, you know no girlfriends on the sidelines," Coach Walt commented as he walked over.
"I'm looking for my brother," I told him.
"Join the club," he countered, "I need him out there. I guess he doesn't have what it takes to be a winner, huh?" With that he walked away but my eyes narrowed dangerously before I pressed a kiss to Pete's cheek and headed away.
"Izzy?" Chloe asked as her and dad approached me.
"No one's seen Clark," I replied, "But I think Coach's lying." I chewed on my lip, "Stay here, I'm gonna go look in the school."
"Izzy..." dad started.
"I'll be fine," I told him before I took off at a jog, I headed into the locker room, glancing around me before I headed to Coach Walt's area. "Clark?" I called worriedly as I walked around, "Clark, you in here?"
My gaze landed on the sauna, with a broken window in the door, "Clark?" I yelped as I ran forward, the door was locked as I looked through the window. "Clark wake up!"
I was half groaning to myself as I pulled at the door before I growled slightly and shoved my side into it hard... only I didn't touch the door, I went straight through it. "Clark," I knelt next to him, not bothering to think it over right then, "Clark, look at me!"
"It's the meteor rocks," he gasped at me finally making me sigh before I pulled his arm around my neck to support him.
"C'mon bro," I told him calmly.
"Door is locked," he groaned at me.
"Not a problem apparently," I told him before I put my hand on it, my arm sunk through the door before I stepped through, bringing Clark with me.
Pain exploded behind my eyes as something hit me hard on the back of the head making me fall with a yell of pain, dropping Clark as I did. "Izzy?" he asked me as he threw Coach through the window of his office, I nodded and got up slowly shaking it off as my head healed itself.
We followed him into the office, "Coach, you need help," I started.
"What I need, is to win this game!" he replied as he backed away from us.
"It's too late for that," Clark told him simply. I grabbed his arm as Coach closed his eyes and concentrated, the whole room bursting into flames around us making me flinch. It felt hot, but it didn't burn making me sigh slightly before I followed Clark through some of the flames, patting my jacket to put it out once on the other side.
"How did you do that?" Coach gasped at us.
"It's in the genes," Clark replied. I took a step back as he swung for us, Clark dodged before sending him through the walls and into the shower area. "Give it up Coach, you've lost!"
"Nooooo!" he bellowed in frustration making the showers turn on, raining fire down on him as I pulled a face and watched. Coach was engulfed in a huge ball of fire and I turned away from it.
"So uh," Clark started as we sat up in the loft later on, "Passing through solid objects?"
"Apparently," I nodded, "I call it Phasing."
"Phasing," he chuckled with a nod, "From what we've seen, other people effected by meteor rocks only have one power, you have like three..."
"Up to now," I smirked, "They're probably all connected somehow.
"Or you could be an alien?" he offered. I shook my head and gave him a weak grin.
"Sorry ET you're the only one that needs to phone home around here," I told him with a smirk making him shove me slightly.
AN: Hope you liked this one :D
I know I said it was an Ollie/OC story, it will be eventually but Izzy can't be single all the time she's waiting for him to turn up!
Let me know what you think! :D