Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or any of its amazing characters.

Chapter Five

Lana was throwing out boxes from the loft after she got done taking Clark home. She asked him how he had gotten all the way to the cave without a vehicle and he just simply said that he walked. The boy just seemed to get weirder and weirder every time that she saw him, but he was still Clark.

She threw another box down and walked back into the loft only to stop when she heard the door to the Talon open. She listened to the sound of footsteps and walked back over to the railing to look down and see Jason standing below holding flowers in his hands looking up at her.

“Hi,” he said smiling up at her only to pause when he saw the way she was looking at him, “I’m freaking you out, aren’t I?”

She started laughing and made her way down the steps asking, “What are you doing here?”

“Giving you time,” he said holding out the flowers which were the most beautiful roses she had ever seen in her life.

“They’re beautiful,” she said taking them from him so she could smell their lovely aromatic fragrance.

“I did find this,” he said pulling out the not that she had left for him to find back in Paris and listened to him read, “Jason, I had to go home. I wish I had time to explain.”

He folded it back up and looked at her, “Now you do.”

He gave her a funny face and she smiled looking away from him, “I’m sorry Jason. I really don’t know what to tell you.”

“Its okay,” he said looking a little put out, “Its all right.”

He turned to look away a little sadly, “You know, I kept trying to convince myself that this wasn’t my fault, but you can’t really put that in a note, can you?”

He gave her a sad look and then began to walk away. She stood there not knowing what to do and quickly put the roses down on the table and went after him.

“Wait,” she called which made him stop and turn around for her to explain, “I’m not sorry to see you. You came all this way and I wish that I had a better explanation for you.”

“For why you left Paris,” he asked in confusion with raised eye brows, “Or why you left me?”

“You know how I feel about you,” she said smiling up at him, “That hasn’t changed Jason, but I can’t go back.”

“I didn’t come to get you Lana,” he said looking down at her with intense eyes, “I came here to be with you.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as he moved to kiss her. She threw her arms around his neck and laughed. She was going to be loved damn it, and it did not have to Clark Kent.

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“Nice arm Green Eyes,” Lois called as she slammed the trunk of her car closed to walk up to him, “When’s the first game?”

“I just threw the ball,” Clark said smiling at her, “Dad told me that I couldn’t play football.”

“Why not,” she asked, “With an arm like that is a “get out of geek” free pass.”

He frowned at that. His dad had explained to him that it was important that he did not play football because of his powers. It would be really bad now that he did not have his memories and accidentally hurt someone.

“Even if I wanted to play,” he said only to be cut off.

“And you do,” Lois said remembering how he looked when he was throwing the ball through the tire hoop.

“That’s not the reason,” he said walking with her to the barn and then asked, “What’s a geek?”

“You,” she said smiling and then turned around to see her dad pull up in a brand new hummer to get out, “Daddy.”

He slammed the door shut and he did not look the least bit happy when Lois asked, “Don’t you have some poor guys to torment or something? Do you really need to keep checking up on me?”

“It would seem so,” he said not liking her smart mouth. She really was just like her mother.

“I know that I’m late,” she said looking at him with annoyance, “But I can still make it to campus for orientation.”

“Don’t bother,” he said angrily, “Met U has yanked your acceptance.”

“What,” she snapped like a whip making Clark to jump, “They can’t do that!”

“Obviously they did,” Sam told her, “You don’t have enough credits to finish high school.”

“So I missed a couple of classes,” she said starting to get really pissed, “So what?”

“You failed the last semester Lois,” Sam said.

Clark started laughing. Lois was not as perfect as she seemed but he quickly froze when she turned to look at him with death burning like a furnace in her eyes.

“Not to worry though,” Sam said walking up closer, “I’m sure Clark will be happy to show you around.”

“Around where,” they both asked at the same time.

“Bright and early tomorrow morning,” Sam said turning back to his nice new hummer, “You start Smallville High.”

“Just a damn minute,” Lois shrieked, “Clark couldn’t show himself around a paper bag right now!”

“Lois,” Sam warned and then got into his car and drove off.

“Great,” Lois said turning to glare poisonous daggers at the confused farm boy and then asked, “How was school today?”

“Umm,” Clark said thinking, “I liked it, although, people did look at me funny when I asked questions.”

“I just bet they did,” Lois said and then punched him in the shoulder just for the hell of it.

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The next morning at school Clark was walking down the hallway heading towards his locker. For some odd reason he felt funny when he looked at the football tryout posters hanging on all the walls around the school. It was like somewhere deep down inside he really wanted to play and he didn’t know why. He had no idea how to play football. All he knew what to do was throw the ball perfectly.

All of the teachers and the principal had been informed by his parents that he was suffering from amnesia and so his odd behavior and questions were excused for the time being. They had wanted to keep him out of school but then that would only raise more questions. Chloe would hiss and wave her poisonous pen at any who would dare snicker at some of his random questions.

He walked up to his locker when a pretty girl passed him, “Hi Clark.”

“Hi,” he said with a polite smile, “Do I know you?”

She looked hurt by his question and he quickly said, “I’m sorry. I have amnesia.”

“Oh,” she said opening her locker and frowned, “I’m sorry Clark, my names Abigail.”

“Pretty,” Clark said which made her laugh. He was always such a sweetheart to her. Even when she was picked on and called “Scabby Abby.” He would be the only one who would stick up for her.

“I wasn’t always pretty Clark,” she said as she looked into those green eyes, “You were my only friend.”

He frowned, “Really?”

“Yeah,” she said getting out some books for class, “You’re a kind person.”

“Hey Abby,” Chloe called as she and Lois walked by and she whispered to Lois, “Either she spent an entire summer at a silicon farm, or I’m shopping at the wrong makeup counter.”

“How old is she,” Lois asked looking back at the pretty girl, “Seventeen?”

“The world is nicer to pretty people,” Chloe said remembering how poor Abby had been picked on last year and the year before that, “it’s a fact of life.”

“Whatever,” Lois snorted, “She’s as fake as Barbie.”

“She’s pretty,” Clark said walking up to them.

Lois turned around and looked at him with a snort, “What a shocker.”

Clark frowned. Why was she being so mean? All he said was that Abby was pretty, “And she’s nice unlike some people.”

“That’s the problem with high school,” Lois said ignoring farmboy making Chloe laugh at her outburst as Clark looked at her cousin with menace, “It’s all a façade. Everyone is hiding who they really are and trying to be something they’re not.”

“Well,” Chloe said closing her locker, “Looks to me like you’ve found your first article Miss Lane.”

Lois rolled her eyes and Chloe smacked her on the arm before walking away, “See you in the Torch.”

Clark smiled and followed Chloe, “What do I get to write?”

“The lunch menu and why its terrible,” Chloe laughed.

“Fine,” Lois shouted after them and quickly caught up, “But you best get me extra credit or I’ll slug Clark.”

“Why do I get punished for your shortcomings,” he asked which made her raise an eyebrow.

“Because you my good friend are an easy target,” she said and slugged away.

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Lana was walking down the hallway with a confused look on her face as she walked up to the door that read “Coach’s Office.” She looked around and went inside to see Jason decorating a shelf.

“Hey,” she said in complete surprise as she wrapped her arms around him, “A note through the vent in my locker. That is so creative.”

“I thought you’d like it,” he said giving her a great smile, “It was a lot of fun and exciting to.”

“What are you doing here,” she asked not being able to keep her hands off the tall hunk, “I could get detention.”

“I could get fired,” he said which caused her to frown just as a knock came at the door.

Lana quickly let him go just as Clark walked in asking, “Coach Teague?”

Lana looked at Jason and thought, “What the hell?”

“I’m Clark Kent,” he said looking a little shy at the older man.

“Hi,” Jason said shaking his hand which made Clark look a little more comfortable.

Clark smiled and saw someone in the corner of his eye and looked, “Hi Lana.”

“Hi,” she said and then looked at Jason for help.

“Are you here to try out for football to,” Clark asked walking up to her and Jason was really confused, “You could get hurt.”

Lana smiled and Jason said, “Actually, the principal asked this nice young lady to show me around the school so I don’t get lost.”

“Oh,” Clark said looking back at him and then back at Lana, “That’s a relief.”

“What’s that suppose to mean,” Lana asked with both hands on her hips looking annoyed even though she wasn’t.

“I don’t have to knock someone’s teeth out if they tried to tackle you,” Clark said looking down at her, “I’ve read all about football in the library earlier.”

“Its good to meet you Clark,” Jason said wondering what in the hell was going on here.

“They didn’t tell me you were Jason Teague,” Clark said looking at him and then at Lana whose heart was racing like a rabbits, “This guy threw a passing record his freshman year at Met U.”

“And you read all that in the library,” Jason and Lana asked at the same time.

“Yeah,” Clark said smiling so he wouldn’t blush, “There was tons of books, magazines, and even the internet. Mrs. Pierce is really nice.”

“We’re lucky to have you then Coach,” Lana said smiling as she took Clark by the arm.

“Assistant Coach Miss Lang,” Jason said smiling at how well she was acting.

“Quigley’s still gonna be calling the plays for you guys,” Jason said.

“I’m not on the team,” Clark said knowing that his dad was going to be mad but he really wanted to play for some reason, “I was hoping I could try out.”

“You look big enough,” Jason said looking him over, “Sure.”

Lana did not know what to think. Since when did Clark want to become a jock? She looked at her secret lover and smiled, “Let’s get to class Clark.”

“Okay,” he said looking down at he wondering why she had his arm, “Thanks Coach Teague.”

“No problem Clark,” he said smiling at Lana, “Thanks again Miss Lang.”

“You’re welcome Coach,” she said and pulled Clark after her, “Knock someone’s teeth out?”

Jason snorted. This was exciting.

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“The Talon,” Jonathan asked while fixing the tractor. He really did not like this idea. Why did the Luthor’s always have to play some kind of role in their lives?

“Lex agreed to let me manage it,” Martha said really wanting the job, “I was lucky to find a job at all.”

“We’ll go through the books again,” Jonathan said looking down at the wheel, “We’ll find somewhere else to cut.”

“We’ve been over the book for two months,” she said really wanting the job, “There is no way we can get out from under all these hospital bills.”

“Clark is going off to college soon,” she said, “I want something of my own Jonathan.”

“But why does it have to be with the Luthor’s,” Jonathan asked.

“I’ll be selling coffee,” Martha said looking at him seriously, “Not taking over the world.”

“Well,” he said turning back to the tractor wishing the damn thing would fix itself, “I’ve always known that you wanted to have more than just this old farm.”

“Are you okay with this,” she asked with a hopeful smile.

“I’m not gonna get in your way,” he said taking her in his arms for a hug which made her smile brightly.

“Thank you,” she said hugging him tightly, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart,” he said kissing her cheek, “You’re welcome.”

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Clark was sitting at his lab table in chemistry when the doors opened. He looked up to see the principal walk in and Mr. Sanderson stopped lecture to see what was needed.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the principal said addressing Mr. Sanderson and the class, “But a new student just registered here today.”

“Oh,” Chloe asked leaning around Clark’s large frame for a better look, “I wonder who?”

“Please make Mr. Lindsey Leland feel at home,” the principal said as the new student walked into the classroom.

Chloe’s jaw nearly hit the floor and Clark’s green eyes looked the new student over from head to toe. He was tall and looked to have a swimmers build to him. He had on black slacks with a deep violet shirt that looked almost as black as his pants. He had spiky black hair and a flawless pale complexion that made some of the girls want to hiss because he needed no makeup to get the effect in which they desired so much. It was the eyes that made Clark stop breathing. His eyes were violet.

“I will have to ask that you remove the colored contact lenses by tomorrow,” the principal said.

“I can’t,” Lindsey said and his voice was deep and smooth like polished glass, “Unless you want me to remove my eyes.”

The principal blinked, “Excuse me?”

“My eyes are violet,” Lindsey said looking at him, “I have a very rare eye color.”

“Oh,” the principal said feeling a little abashed while some students snickered, “My apologies Mr. Leland.”

Lindsey smiled and looked around the class, “Where do I sit?”

Chloe coughed, “We have an empty chair Mr. Sanderson.”

“Very good,” the principal said, “Carry on.”

“If you will take your seat with Miss Sullivan’s group Mr. Leland,” Mr. Sanderson said with good humor, “We will continue lecture.”

Lindsey nodded and made his way over to the table with long unhurried strides and took his seat next to the pretty blonde, “Thanks.”

“No problem,” she said looking at the silver belt around his waist that had long strands of silver strings down the side that were touching the floor, “Welcome to Smallville High.”

She elbowed Clark who had not once taken his green eyes off the new student and he snapped out of his thoughts as emerald met amethyst, “Welcome to Smallville.”

“Thanks,” he said and decided to introduce himself for himself, “I’m Lindsey Leland.”

“Chloe Sullivan,” she said and then rested her head on Clark’s arm, “And this is Clark Kent.”

“What have I missed,” he asked looking down at her notes as a small explosion went off in front of the classroom with sparks going everywhere.

“Not a thing,” Chloe said as Mr. Sanderson went for the fire extinguisher.

Clark’s mouth was wide open and his eyes were bugging out of his head and Lindsey snorted when Mr. Sanderson shouted, “I meant for that to happen as an example to show you what could happen if you did the wrong thing!”

“Of course,” Chloe said and continued to write on her article about why some teachers needed vacations…long vacations.

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Clark was in the boys locker room getting into uniform. It took him awhile to figure out how to put it on but he finally figured it out. It would have went a lot faster if he didn’t have the new student on his mind. Those violet eyes, the perfection of his pale complexion, the way he smiled so easily. It felt weird. He felt like he knew Lindesy once upon a dream.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Coach Teague shout, “I need to see your permission slip Kent.”

Clark quickly pulled it out of his backpack and hesitantly handed it to Jason who noticed the slight hesitations and the quilt in those green eyes. His eyes where what gave him away.

“What positions have you played,” Jason asked seeing that the signature had clearly been forged.

“None,” Clark said reaching for his helmet on top of the locker, “I’ve never been on the team.”

“Yeah,” Jason asked.

“My dad’s not too keen on the idea of me playing,” Clark said and then winced. He just gave himself away.

“Mr. Kent doesn’t even know you’re here, does he,” Jason asked feeling sorry for Clark, “When it comes to pissing off father’s, I’m a pro.”

“I’m not doing this for him,” Clark said and Jason looked into those intense green eyes that looked as though they could burn through anything, “I just want to see if I’m good enough.”

Jason nodded, “Let’s see what you got Clark.”

Clark smiled brightly and followed him out of the room to the field. Maybe he would remember something about who he use to be.

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Clark was watching a lot of the guys who were already on the team running through the tire hoops to run into each other to see who was tougher. He was really glad that Lana was not out here. She would be mangled.

“All right Kent,” Quigley yelled tossing him the football which he gently caught so as to not bust it, “Prove something to us.”

Clark nodded and took to the field, “All right guys,” Quigley yelled, “Let’s see some hustle!”

Jason snorted as he watched Clark who was really nervous as hell as he walked up behind a guy who yelled, “Let’s do this!”

Clark nodded and bent over and took a deep breath, “Hut, hut!”

The ball was tossed to him and he took several quick steps back as guys were being tackled left and right and he threw the ball. Jason watched it fly and the receiver caught it only to be knocked off his feet to land flat on his back.

Clark cringed and shouted, “Sorry!”

Jason almost howled with laughter, “Wow.”

“Hey,” one of the footballers said, “Check out Scabby Abby.”

“She’s so hot,” one said.

“You know they’re fake,” another said.

“Who gives a fuck,” another said punching his friend, “I would so tap that.”

“You kidding me,” Brett said looking up from his drink, “Scabby?”

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“Admissions office,” Lois yelled into her cell while driving through the school parking lot, “I’m in the nation’s cream corn capital retaking calculus. Don’t you dare put me on hold!”

Oh no they didn’t! They just put her on hold.

“Could this day get any worse?”

She screamed and slammed on the breaks as guy flipped over her hood and smashed her windshield. He fell to the pavement out cold. She quickly called 911 wondering what the hell else could go wrong in one day.

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Clark walked out the school in his normal jeans and flannel shirt to see a commotion going on. He saw Lois who was looking a little shaken and saw the windshield of her car was broken as well.

“Lois,” he asked running up, “What’s going on?”

“He just ran right out in front of me,” she said looking over her shoulder at the ambulance, “They say he’s going to be okay physically.”

“Yeah,” Clark said looking to see the medics putting Brett into the ambulance.

“The cops kinda think he lost it,” she said.

“Who,” Clark asked looking at her like she was crazy, “Brett?”

She nodded and Clark shook his head, “I saw him at practice an hour ago,” he said looking right at her, “He was fine.”

“Are you sure,” she asked looking weird.

“Yes,” he said.

“Think about it Clark,” she said and then snorted at the absurdity in the demand, “it’s the start of a new season, scholarships, the entire town counting on you to be their hero. Who knows what was hiding behind that smile.”

“I don’t think so,” Clark said, “Brett was too overconfident. He probably didn’t see you or something.”

“Yeah, that might explain the broken windshield on my baby,” she said broken heartedly, “But you wanna tell me why he was running around half naked and soaking wet?”

He looked at her as she asked, “Who would do that?”

Neither of them saw a soaking wet Abby run away.

TBC…

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