Into Dust

Into Dust
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.
Summary: If he can’t find true love…the blessing of the Moon will become his eternal curse. MM, Language.

Chapter Eleven

The moment I stepped foot on the bus, one could hear a small pin drop. All eyes were on me and I wanted to flee back to the warmth and safety of Clark’s bedroom. But, Clark was behind me, and he pointed over my shoulder to an empty seat for the two of us to share.

I could feel all those eyes following my every step as I took a seat and scooted over to make room for Clark. Clark really is a good actor when it comes to being oblivious to everything going on around him.

“Did you see his eyes,’ I heard a voice ask, “And did you see how radiant his skin is?”

I hunkered down in the seat and Clark looked at me with worry. He pointed to his temple and I nodded.

“Why is he here,” a different voice asked, “And why is he at Farmboy’s house?”

“I bet he did it,” a girl’s voice said this time, “With a wire hanger.”

I narrowed my eyes when I heard that and was pissed when someone called Clark a major dork. Why can’t people just worry about themselves? Why do they have to make others feel like crap? Clark did not deserve that. He is too nice to be treated this way.

“And I said move your ass,’ a familiar voice roared from behind us which made me cringe.

“Or, I’ll move it for her,” another voice said.

Clark and I both turned around to see two people running towards the back of the bus. It was Chloe and some guy I had yet to meet sitting behind us now.

“Chloe,” Clark smiled happily, “Pete? Are you two picking on others again?”

“My fault,” Chloe told him and was looking right at me, “How are you, Darrian?”

“I’m fine,” I lied because all the voices were starting to give me a headache, “A little tired is all.”

The one Clark had called Pete held out his hand for me to shake, which I did. He introduced himself as Pete Ross. It turned out that he was just as sweet as Clark. Chloe was the blonde dragon that stood at the gate.

“Great, he’s friends with a dorky farmboy” I heard a female’s voice sneer, “Now pretty boy is making friends with the Poisonous Pen and Pimp Daddy.”

“I heard that Anita,” Chloe shouted, “How about I put your darkest secret in this afternoon’s edition?”

Oh! That one had been said out loud this time.

“And how about I cut you in your sleep,” Pete asked ever so sweetly and Anita quickly turned back around.

“Hey,” Clark asked gently elbowing me while ignoring that idiot, “You there?”

I nodded only to hear Rue, “You need to calm down and let your power flow, or else you’re going to make yourself sick.”

He was standing on the back of the seat in front of me, “Just tell them all to shut up.”

That’s easier said than done. How in the heck am I supposed to tell them all to stop thinking so loudly?

I closed my eyes and mentally screamed at the top of my lungs, “Everyone! Shut the fuck up!”

I let out a slow breath as a wave of silence washed over me like a cool breeze. I opened my eyes and smiled at Rue who grinned back with all those sharp teeth and he jumped to my shoulder.

Chloe was giving Clark orders on what to add to the Torch and what to take out. Pete was asking me if I’d ever been dirt bike riding. It did sound like a lot of fun and told him that he would have to show me how. That put a smile on his face and he handed me a magazine to read.

Clark laughed and Chloe said, “You just made a friend for life, Darrian.”

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I could see people’s heads turning to look at me as I made my way to my locker. It was as though their eyes were trying to burn holes right through me. Their inner voices were silent but I could still see their lips moving in whispers.

Rue was fluttering beside me and flew down to grip onto my backpack. He was having himself a jolly good time. In a way, I am happy that I’m the only one who can see him. It made our “relationship” even more special. He kept pestering me about how Clark really likes me and how Lex wants to keep me.

I waved him away and his soft laughter was like silver bells. If anyone saw, they would probably think I’m shooing away a fly, or think that I’m crazy. If they thought me crazy, then that could be a good thing in a way. People often tend to leave the crazy bitches alone. They can be all docile one minute and up in your face the next screaming, “No wire hangers!”

“Hi, Darrian,” a familiar voice said from behind me and I turned to see a pretty face with olive green eyes.

“Lana,” I said and smiled, because I remembered her name, “Hi.”

“How are you,” she asked as I closed my locker door.

“I’m all right,” I said and put my history text into my backpack.

“I’m sorry about the other night in the cemetery,” she said as I followed along beside her, “I guess we spooked each other.”

“Yeah,” I said and was thankful that she was not bringing up the murder of my stepfamily, “Clark had a hand in it, too.”

She laughed, “Are you going to come to the school’s Costume Ball this Friday night?’

“Dance,” I asked and suddenly noticed all the fliers on the walls, “Wow, totally missed them.”

“Whitney,” Lana said and I looked up to see the tall blonde jock that had been at my house the day my step family had been torn to pieces, “Hi.”

She gave him a peck on the cheek and he hugged her, but his eyes did not leave me. Was there something on my face?

“Hi,” he said and smiled at her and then at me, “How’re you doing?”

“I’m good,” I lied and wanted to get away from him, “Better.”

He nodded and Lana quickly excused herself. She said she had to go see a girl about some pompom repairs. I never got sports and I probably never would.

“I’m sorry about your loss,” he said and I watched Rue flutter over to stand on his broad shoulder.

“Me too,” I lied and really wanting him to go away, “I’m coping and not trying to hide myself away.”

“No offense,” Whitney said and I stopped to look at him, “But, your brother was an ass hole.”

“Stepbrother,” I corrected and turned from him, “I have to get to history before the bell.”

“See you,” Whitney called out and I waved over my shoulder.

Rue fluttered back to my shoulder and said, “I think he means well.”

“Maybe,” I whispered and waved at Pete, “But some people need to mind their own business.”

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I was sitting under a tree watching Rue play fetch with a squirrel during our P.E. class. He would toss the small acorn with all his might and the squirrel would carry it back to him. It was so cute.

I turned away to see Clark come jogging across the grass to plop down beside me. He had two big bottles of water in his hands and he gave me one. I took it was a thank you.

“How come you are not playing tag football with everyone,” I asked him as I opened my bottle to take a sip.

“I’m not allowed to play,” he said, “My parents are afraid that my “you know what” might hurt someone.”

“Really,” I asked and he nodded.

“They told the Coach I have asthma,” he said with a dry look, “I usually just go the Torch during this period and do homework.”

“And the coach believes that,” I asked with a cocked brow.

“My parents and I are very good actors when it comes to hiding my “you know what,” he said, “And I have wheezing for air down to an art form.”

“All that practice,” I asked.

He nodded and watched as Pete grabbed a red flag off a girl and did a victory dance. She shrieked and chased him off the field towards the bleachers.

Clark laughed and I knew he really wanted to play with them. He wanted to race around and grab the other team’s flags, and then stick his tongue out at them as he threw the ball into orbit.

I told him what I had been thinking and he got that far away look in his eyes, “If only.”

I smiled and playfully punched him in the shoulder, “How about we jog around the track?”

He looked over at me and wrinkled his nose, “And get all sweaty?”

I laughed, “Are you going to the Costume Ball this Friday?”

“I don’t know,” he said as the two of us got up, “I was the one who put all the fliers up.”

I told him that we could just walk, so that way, the Coach will at least think we’re doing something to earn a passing mark.

“Lana was telling me about it,” I told him as some runners flew by us. I could see the sweat soaking through their think clothes. Did Clark sweat? He could beat them running with both legs tied.

“Yeah,” he asked, “She told me she spoke to you earlier and that you looked good.”

I looked away and felt my face burning. What is it with people complimenting my looks? I think he noticed and chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and almost tripped into him when a loud voice shouted, “Darrian White!”

I spun around to see that it was the Coach with his mouth to a megaphone, “Principal Kwan would like a word, Son!”

I turned to Clark, “See you in the Torch later?”

He nodded and I took off running.

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I made my way back into the gym and felt a soft weight land on my shoulder. I turned to see Rue…and did he have blood on his mouth? All of a sudden a dead squirrel flashed through my mind with all its blood drained.

“Did you,” I asked and pointed to my mouth in horror.

“Of course not,” he snorted, “I just asked for a little sip if I played his game.”

“Oh,” I said and walked by the pool, “I’m so taking a dip sometime.”

He held onto my hair as I took off running down the hall towards the office. I think that this is where I was supposed to go. Maybe I should have asked where before I took off.

I walked in and a woman was at a desk typing away on a computer.

“Excuse me,’ I said and she quickly looked up at me, “I’m Darrian White…Principal Swan needs to see me?”

She smiled, “Yes,” she said, “Principal Kwan is in his office, just knock.”

“Kwan,” I muttered to myself and walked over to knock on the door.

“Come in,” a stern voice called.

I opened the door to see someone sitting in a chair in front of his desk with their back to me, “You needed to see me, Sir?”

“Ah, Mr. White,” he said and smiled easily enough, “You have a visitor.”

The figure in front of me turned around and my eyes widened. There was an elderly woman sitting in the chair and she looked really familiar.

Her snow white hair was pulled tightly back into a bun on top of her head and her sky blue eyes seemed to glitter with power. She had on what looked to be a black business suit. She looked like a CEO for a big business. Her pale skin had lines but was luminous.

“Dear Heart,” she smiled with brilliant white teeth and held out her arms to me, “Come give Granny a hug.”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.