Alien Evolution (Part 3/?)

[sinderella81]

Title: Alien Evolution
Author:

cinderella81
Pairing: Clex
Rating: um ... start off G ... ends up R?
Disclaimer: Not mine ... I don't own them.
Summary: Lex helps Clark evolve
Warnings: If you don't like crossdressing, then skip on past this story

Thanks to herohunter and miche_connor for the beta! :)  And thanks to supercaptain182 for the suggestion for the poem!  

 

Previous Parts are here

Clark woke extra early the next morning and rushed through his chores so that he could take time to get ready for school.  He stood in front of his open closet and looked at all of his clothes while pulling on his normal pair of jeans. The white T-shirt that he normally wore was right there, but something dark behind it caught his attention. It was a solitary black T-shirt that Clark remembered receiving from Chloe for his last birthday She had said something about expanding the colors in his wardrobe. Clark grinned and grabbed the black shirt and pulled it on. It was incredibly tight, showing off every muscle and curve. Clark looked in his closet and grabbed a red flannel to put on over it. He looked at his reflection in the mirror in his room, smiled, and headed off to the bathroom. 

 

Clark looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His first thought was for his hair. He had been wearing it loose all the time, and looking at himself now, he thought he might change it up. He found one of his mom’s plain hair bands, ran a brush through his hair a couple times, and pulled his hair back in a tight ponytail. The curls bounced around his shoulders, but the ponytail left his face open. He pulled the eyeliner out of his back pocket, leaned up against the sink so he could see himself better in the mirror, and began to apply the eyeliner. He was a quick study, and when he looked in the mirror to see the end result, he knew he had gotten it right. He took one last look at himself in the mirror, smiled, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

 

He was wary of his parents’ reaction, so he sped through the kitchen, grabbing a muffin along the way, and sped off to school, leaving a dust trail in his wake. 

 

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It seemed that Clark was the new thing to talk about that day at school; he found himself the object of many a stare. As he walked, girls followed with appraising stares. Even after he passed, he could feel all the girls and some of the boys staring at him. 

 

“Hey Clark.” A petite redhead in a cheerleader uniform approached Clark at his locker. 

 

“Oh hi Liz, what’s going on?” Clark was confused. Liz was one of the most popular girls, next to Lana. She was not someone who approached Clark Kent to say hello.

 

“Not much. Um …. are you having problems with Mr. Logan’s sonnet homework?”

 

“No, actually I’m not having any problems at all,” Clark said sheepishly.

 

“Well, I am. Do you think that we could get together sometime this week and work on it?” Liz asked, while twirling a piece of her strawberry blond hair.

 

“Um …” Clark was about to answer when he saw Chloe approaching at warp speed. Before Clark could even finish his answer, Chloe was upon him, and Liz forgotten.

 

“Clark, you were supposed to email me your copy of the bio of the new assistant head coach …” Chloe stopped when she got a good look at Clark. Hair pulled back, tight black T-shirt, and was that eyeliner? “Wow Clark, you look good. Is that the shirt I gave you for your birthday?”

 

“Yes it is. I finally unearthed it from the back of my closet,” Clark said with a cheeky grin. Chloe was in awe; before her stood a Greek God in the flesh. Oh, Clark had always been good looking, especially since growing his hair out and getting rid of those god-awful bangs. But this was the first time that he had ever pulled his hair back, and it made a huge difference. 

 

“Well, you look great. But do you have your copy of the bio of the new assistant coach of the football team?” Chloe asked. All the while, she was watching as everyone took a look at Clark as they walked by. They weren’t even being sneaky about it. Chloe laughed inside her head.  Clark really had no idea how gorgeous he was.

 

“I have a hard copy in my backpack. I’ll give it to you when we get into English,” Clark said, as he and Chloe were making their way to their classroom. 

 

Chloe and Clark took their seats in Mr. Logan’s English class. Mr. Logan was brand new that year; just out of his student teaching. He was everyone’s favorite, and every female student had a major crush on him. 

 

“Good morning. I trust you are all ready to get started with the next sonnet.” Mr. Logan watched as all of his students nodded.

 

“All right, we’ll get started. We are now getting started on Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130.

 

            My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

                        Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

            If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

                        If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head.

 

            I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

 

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.”

 

Chloe watched as Mr. Logan kept glancing between the sonnet on the page, and Clark. Clark was blissfully oblivious, as his head was buried in his book, his mind absorbing the sonnet. Chloe watched as Mr. Logan’s glances became more and more frequent. Mr. Logan started to ask questions about the sonnet, but no one was really paying attention. It was too early for most of the students to be thinking about sonnets.

 

“Um … Mr. Logan?”

 

“Yes Clark,” Mr. Logan said, gaze trained on the handsome young man.

 

“I think Shakespeare is trying to say that it doesn’t really matter what she looks like. He loves her for who she is,” Clark said with a shy smile. Chloe watched as everyone in the class looked at him. That smile of his was going to be the death of everyone.

 

“Very good Clark,” Mr. Logan said, a hint of a blush staining his cheeks.

 

The bell rang, and everyone heaved themselves up from their desks and headed for the exits. 

 

Chloe watched as Clark walked the halls between classes. All the girls followed him with their eyes; even some of the guys. Clark had everyone intrigued. It was the same the rest of the day at school. Chloe almost fell over laughing at Lana’s reaction. Everyone knew about Clark and Lex and Lana was no exception, but her reaction was priceless.

 

It was right after English, and Clark and Chloe were standing at Clark’s locker, talking about the finishing touches Clark needed to do to the bio, and when Clark could interview Jason Teague again so that he could fill in the holes. Lana had completely walked past them before she realized who it was, and quickly turned back around.

 

“Clark?” Lana blatantly looked Clark up and down, taking everything in.

 

“Yes Lana, that’s my name,” Clark said with a cheeky grin.

 

Lana stared for a moment longer before catching herself, and blushing. “Um, you mentioned something to me about helping me fix the back sink at the Talon. I was just wondering when that was going to be. I would hate to call a plumber when I know you can do it.”

 

“Oh crap! Um, Lex is picking me up after school, but I’ll have him take me to the Talon, so I can fix the sink before I start my homework, okay?” Clark said, going back into his locker to find the books he needed for the next class. He completely missed Lana ogling his ass. “Lana? Is that okay?”

 

Lana shook herself out of her daydreams. “Yeah, that’s fine. I won’t be there yet, but Becky should be there. Just let her know that you’re there to fix the sink.”

 

“Okay. Chloe, we need to go. Griffith is going to lock his door in 3 minutes. We really don’t want to be late today. I heard a rumor that there was going to be a pop quiz, and I would hate to miss it.”

 

“You’re right, Clark. Talk to you later Lana,” Chloe said, and followed Clark toward Mr. Griffin’s class, silently chuckling along the way.