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So it was true. They weren’t
lying and his leg had never been pulled. Clark wasn’t even sure who
they were, and where the hell were they supposed to be right
now?
Oh, Math. Good. Or not. Good that he’d remembered because getting the newbie lost would have been embarrassing, but bad that it was Math class and not lunch because it was all true. Love at first sight. It was true and Clark longed to sit and stare and not have to bother with trig. Angles, triangles and other assorted brain twisters really got in the way of all the lusting. “First day, first period and it had to be Math,” the new guy said. “Someone up there hates me.” Clark grinned and patted the newbie’s shoulder as they rounded the corner. Static sparked between them with a fizz and Clark laughed. “Should be Chemistry…or, uh, something much less dorkish. And gay. Sorry, uh?” “Xander. And don’t worry, I’m so gonna outdo you in the dork-stakes. Actually, I’m quite competitive about it. I’ve got badges and everything. Although, I gotta say, I’m still working on my gay badge. You?” Xander smiled far too brightly for someone about to sit through something as agonising as Math class. Clark dropped his gaze to the floor and turned primary red. It was a good colour on him. “Still working on it.” That smile spread further across Xander’s face and, weirdly, it was kind of infectious, in a confidence-boosting kind of way. Clark opened his mouth to speak but it took a few seconds for any sound to come out and form words. “Seeing as I’m your guide for the day, how about I show you around after school too?” “The sights and sounds of Smallville? Sounds great. Uh, but…” Xander trailed off, like he wanted to ask something but was suddenly dubious if he could or should. “What?” “No, it’s nothing. Just a weird vibe thing. Forget it. It’s just me and my weird brain. Ignore it.” Clark’s forehead creased and he tilted his head in confusion. “Go on, you’ve got me curious now.” Xander took a deep breath and stepped back to let a stray student walk between them and into the class. “Okay, well, no offence or anything but…you’re not some kind of demon person, are you?” **
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