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fromward for all her help,and for beating this into shape for me! *hug* You know you're the best!
I'd like to thankjustabi for listening to me whine and for her tender words if encouragement,I love you baby!
Thanks also to all you who are reading this and making me feel really good-- it's the best feeling ever to see your comments, it's like a bunch of mini Christmas'. Ya'll rock!
If you missed anything, and want to catch up, here is the first part, and here is the second part.
And now the beginning of the third part: Freshman year.Here we go!
Freshman year 2001
Freshman year started out a lot easier than the friends thought it was going to, and Lana was back with them— she was back to hanging out with them at lunchtime and after school. Whitney joined the football team in what, to Lex, was maybe a last ditch effort to get his dad’s respect. Pete joined with him because he though it was a great way to meet girls. As far as Lex could tell, it was working; Pete was always talking or walking with a group of girls. Girls who burst into giggles whenever they saw Pete, and came scurrying over to him, and Pete would grin and act like it was no big deal. Lex liked it, he liked seeing Pete happy.
As for Clark, he still stood somewhat on the outside…still watching more than he participated. He wasn’t allowed to join the team, which hurt him—he thought it was because his dad needed him on the farm, that they were too poor to hire help. Sometimes the resentment showed through even though Clark struggled really hard to be understanding. Lex wished he could do something to help him.
One month after school started his father called him into his study and explained that he felt Smallville was not capable of meeting Lex’s needs, that Lex required a broader education, one less insular. In order to provide Lex with the best education, one befitting a Luthor, he planned to enroll Lex in school overseas. In England, to be precise. Lex would be leaving as soon as arrangements were completed.
He left his father’s office in a daze—how could he do this to him? He’d begged and begged his father for three years to let him return to Smallville and his friends. Lionel knew how much this place meant to him—and that probably was why his dad was sending him away. Shit, it was exactly why his dad was sending him away.
Lex left as soon as he could, he had to get out, find Clark—maybe he’d feel better after talking to him. At least he’d feel better after looking at him—he let the thought out, let it run free a bit and enjoyed it—*those* types of thoughts he usually ruthlessly repressed. No matter what Whit said, he didn’t know Clark; Clark had no interest in him that way. If the amount of time Clark spent whining, well, asking, for advice about Lana and how to get her to notice him was any indication, then Clark was a raging if rather inept heterosexual.
Lex just looked at his friend sometime and wondered what the hell was wrong with Smallville—how could they look at Clark and not want him as much as Lex did? How could you not want to touch all that perfect skin or tangle your fingers in that thick black hair? And god, why didn’t he just clutch a hankie and burst into tears, for fucks sake? He quickly looked about to see if any one was around to see the pathetic loony blushing and muttering to himself. Walking a little farther along the street, he found himself in front of the Beanery doors, and went in—the guys might be inside—and yes! Great. He stopped and watched them, before they noticed him. They looked happy enough, would they care if he weren’t there? What did he really bring to them anyway?
He sighed and as though they heard him, Whitney and Clark looked up at the same time, looked at him, and for a moment their expressions were identical. It made Lex’s heart skip.
They looked…happy, really happy to see him. Then Whit’s expression turned sardonic. He glanced at Clark and then back at Lex. He smirked, the usual Whit-take. That caused Clark to blush a bit, his usual reaction to everything, and glanced down and back up before smiling like he smiled at everyone. Nothing special, nothing different.
Lex sighed again and came to sit down with them.
Pete grinned and slapped his back. “Hey! How’s it going? Why haven’t you been around lately?”
Oh? And why haven’t you called? Lex wanted to ask. Instead, he said: “Oh, kind of busy…I—shit.” He leaned his elbows on the table and cradled his head in his hands. “It’s fucked up, all fucked up is what it is.”
Pete’s expression immediately changed, genuine concern in his face. He gripped the shoulder that he’d slapped. “What’s going on Lex—can I help?”
Lex felt warmed by that and a little guilty about his uncharitable thoughts. That’s what he was forgetting, that no matter what happened, what changed, they were still the Musketeers.
Clark reached across the table. “What’s going on? Tell us. It’s your dad isn’t it? What did he do?”
Whitney frowned and leaned forward, waiting for Lex to talk.
“Well. My dad-- ”
“Also known as Satan,” Pete interrupted by reflex. He ducked his head down for a second and looked up again at Lex, a little embarrassed.
Lex let out a laugh, taken by surprise. “Who calls him Satan?” He grinned.
“Sam calls him that, when we talk about you. Yeah, sure we talk about you, all of you guys,” Pete said, looking relieved when Lex didn’t mind him joking around while he was obviously upset. “He likes you guys. Hell, he adopted Whitney. His ugly brother, he calls him.”
Whit looked enormously pleased but tried to hide it.
Pete looked at him. “You know what he calls your dad?”
“Yeah, The Motherfucker From Hell.” Whitney let the grin take over and everyone chuckled.
Lex took notice of the fact that Lana looked at Whit with stars in her eyes. Jesus, he thought, he had always figured that was a stupid literary thing. He quickly shot a glance at Clark and was relieved that he was paying no attention to Lana. God knew that was rare. No, Clark was staring at him, not laughing like the rest, looking crunched up with worry.
“My dad is sending me back to England to go to school.” It was a though he’d dropped a bomb into the middle of the table. All conversation stopped, and he heard Clark gasp.
“What the fuck!” Pete yelped, and yelped again when Clark whacked his shoulder. “Ow, you don’t hit Lex when he curses!”
“That’s different,” Clark said. “Lex! How the heck can he do that? Why the heck would he do that to you? The school year’s started already! It’s not *fair*!”
Everyone turned to look at Clark, and suddenly he seemed to find his coffee very fascinating. He swirled the cup around and brought it to his mouth, staring at everyone over the rim. When they showed no signs of ignoring him anytime soon, he set the cup down. He was bright red when he muttered, “I’m sayin’….”
But everyone’s attention had turned to Lex again. “Yeah, well, he’s doing it, and as soon as he makes all the arrangements, I’m going. He doesn’t care about my feelings, all he wants is the perfect little heir—I’m like a fucking show dog!”
Pet cut his eyes towards Clark, folded his arms over his chest and frowned a little at him, and at Lex. Whitney sighed. What was the point? Their father’s did what they wanted and there was nothing you could do.
Lana got up and moved to the empty chair next to Lex and smoothed her hands over his hair, she eased his head to her shoulder. “Oh, Lex,” she sighed. “That sucks, so much! I know how badly you must feel.”
Lex relaxed against her, she smelt good, and she was soft, and warm. If he were into girls, she would be the one. He remembered then who was ‘into’ her, and pulled away, looking at Clark. But Clark only looked back at them with his eyes warm and proud. Lex decided that it must be Lana Clark was looking at.
Whitney got up. As he walked past Lex, he stopped and leaned over, speaking into his ear, “I’ll catch up with you later—we can talk.” He straightened and smacked Lex’s shoulder before flipping them a half wave and sauntering off.
Clark watched Whitney go, a deep frown forming on his face.
Wheeeee! TBC, ya'll!
fromward for all her help,and for beating this into shape for me! *hug* You know you're the best! I'd like to thank
justabi for listening to me whine and for her tender words if encouragement,I love you baby! Thanks also to all you who are reading this and making me feel really good-- it's the best feeling ever to see your comments, it's like a bunch of mini Christmas'. Ya'll rock!
If you missed anything, and want to catch up, here is the first part, and here is the second part.
And now the beginning of the third part: Freshman year.Here we go!
Freshman year 2001
Freshman year started out a lot easier than the friends thought it was going to, and Lana was back with them— she was back to hanging out with them at lunchtime and after school. Whitney joined the football team in what, to Lex, was maybe a last ditch effort to get his dad’s respect. Pete joined with him because he though it was a great way to meet girls. As far as Lex could tell, it was working; Pete was always talking or walking with a group of girls. Girls who burst into giggles whenever they saw Pete, and came scurrying over to him, and Pete would grin and act like it was no big deal. Lex liked it, he liked seeing Pete happy.
As for Clark, he still stood somewhat on the outside…still watching more than he participated. He wasn’t allowed to join the team, which hurt him—he thought it was because his dad needed him on the farm, that they were too poor to hire help. Sometimes the resentment showed through even though Clark struggled really hard to be understanding. Lex wished he could do something to help him.
One month after school started his father called him into his study and explained that he felt Smallville was not capable of meeting Lex’s needs, that Lex required a broader education, one less insular. In order to provide Lex with the best education, one befitting a Luthor, he planned to enroll Lex in school overseas. In England, to be precise. Lex would be leaving as soon as arrangements were completed.
He left his father’s office in a daze—how could he do this to him? He’d begged and begged his father for three years to let him return to Smallville and his friends. Lionel knew how much this place meant to him—and that probably was why his dad was sending him away. Shit, it was exactly why his dad was sending him away.
Lex left as soon as he could, he had to get out, find Clark—maybe he’d feel better after talking to him. At least he’d feel better after looking at him—he let the thought out, let it run free a bit and enjoyed it—*those* types of thoughts he usually ruthlessly repressed. No matter what Whit said, he didn’t know Clark; Clark had no interest in him that way. If the amount of time Clark spent whining, well, asking, for advice about Lana and how to get her to notice him was any indication, then Clark was a raging if rather inept heterosexual.
Lex just looked at his friend sometime and wondered what the hell was wrong with Smallville—how could they look at Clark and not want him as much as Lex did? How could you not want to touch all that perfect skin or tangle your fingers in that thick black hair? And god, why didn’t he just clutch a hankie and burst into tears, for fucks sake? He quickly looked about to see if any one was around to see the pathetic loony blushing and muttering to himself. Walking a little farther along the street, he found himself in front of the Beanery doors, and went in—the guys might be inside—and yes! Great. He stopped and watched them, before they noticed him. They looked happy enough, would they care if he weren’t there? What did he really bring to them anyway?
He sighed and as though they heard him, Whitney and Clark looked up at the same time, looked at him, and for a moment their expressions were identical. It made Lex’s heart skip.
They looked…happy, really happy to see him. Then Whit’s expression turned sardonic. He glanced at Clark and then back at Lex. He smirked, the usual Whit-take. That caused Clark to blush a bit, his usual reaction to everything, and glanced down and back up before smiling like he smiled at everyone. Nothing special, nothing different.
Lex sighed again and came to sit down with them.
Pete grinned and slapped his back. “Hey! How’s it going? Why haven’t you been around lately?”
Oh? And why haven’t you called? Lex wanted to ask. Instead, he said: “Oh, kind of busy…I—shit.” He leaned his elbows on the table and cradled his head in his hands. “It’s fucked up, all fucked up is what it is.”
Pete’s expression immediately changed, genuine concern in his face. He gripped the shoulder that he’d slapped. “What’s going on Lex—can I help?”
Lex felt warmed by that and a little guilty about his uncharitable thoughts. That’s what he was forgetting, that no matter what happened, what changed, they were still the Musketeers.
Clark reached across the table. “What’s going on? Tell us. It’s your dad isn’t it? What did he do?”
Whitney frowned and leaned forward, waiting for Lex to talk.
“Well. My dad-- ”
“Also known as Satan,” Pete interrupted by reflex. He ducked his head down for a second and looked up again at Lex, a little embarrassed.
Lex let out a laugh, taken by surprise. “Who calls him Satan?” He grinned.
“Sam calls him that, when we talk about you. Yeah, sure we talk about you, all of you guys,” Pete said, looking relieved when Lex didn’t mind him joking around while he was obviously upset. “He likes you guys. Hell, he adopted Whitney. His ugly brother, he calls him.”
Whit looked enormously pleased but tried to hide it.
Pete looked at him. “You know what he calls your dad?”
“Yeah, The Motherfucker From Hell.” Whitney let the grin take over and everyone chuckled.
Lex took notice of the fact that Lana looked at Whit with stars in her eyes. Jesus, he thought, he had always figured that was a stupid literary thing. He quickly shot a glance at Clark and was relieved that he was paying no attention to Lana. God knew that was rare. No, Clark was staring at him, not laughing like the rest, looking crunched up with worry.
“My dad is sending me back to England to go to school.” It was a though he’d dropped a bomb into the middle of the table. All conversation stopped, and he heard Clark gasp.
“What the fuck!” Pete yelped, and yelped again when Clark whacked his shoulder. “Ow, you don’t hit Lex when he curses!”
“That’s different,” Clark said. “Lex! How the heck can he do that? Why the heck would he do that to you? The school year’s started already! It’s not *fair*!”
Everyone turned to look at Clark, and suddenly he seemed to find his coffee very fascinating. He swirled the cup around and brought it to his mouth, staring at everyone over the rim. When they showed no signs of ignoring him anytime soon, he set the cup down. He was bright red when he muttered, “I’m sayin’….”
But everyone’s attention had turned to Lex again. “Yeah, well, he’s doing it, and as soon as he makes all the arrangements, I’m going. He doesn’t care about my feelings, all he wants is the perfect little heir—I’m like a fucking show dog!”
Pet cut his eyes towards Clark, folded his arms over his chest and frowned a little at him, and at Lex. Whitney sighed. What was the point? Their father’s did what they wanted and there was nothing you could do.
Lana got up and moved to the empty chair next to Lex and smoothed her hands over his hair, she eased his head to her shoulder. “Oh, Lex,” she sighed. “That sucks, so much! I know how badly you must feel.”
Lex relaxed against her, she smelt good, and she was soft, and warm. If he were into girls, she would be the one. He remembered then who was ‘into’ her, and pulled away, looking at Clark. But Clark only looked back at them with his eyes warm and proud. Lex decided that it must be Lana Clark was looking at.
Whitney got up. As he walked past Lex, he stopped and leaned over, speaking into his ear, “I’ll catch up with you later—we can talk.” He straightened and smacked Lex’s shoulder before flipping them a half wave and sauntering off.
Clark watched Whitney go, a deep frown forming on his face.
Wheeeee! TBC, ya'll!
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10/15/04 02:45 am (UTC)Teh Angst!
Teh UST!!!
Ahhhhhh!!!
*snogs you*
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10/16/04 12:11 am (UTC)I'm still sniffing!
10/15/04 10:02 am (UTC)You gotta keep Lex in Smallville! *huggles yet more woobies*
Clue bus, Clark, good boy! Now do something!
More, soon? Please?
I loved it!
*hugs*
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