Story: In Love … All Bets Are Off
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Oliver, Clark/Lex friendship
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex, jerk!Jason (sorry, I do like him but I needed a villain and he fit)
Spoilers: AU but slight season 1-early season 3 mentions
Summary: Clark’s dad dies when he’s in high school. Martha and Clark sell the farm and leave to live with Clark’s grandfather in Metropolis, Clark transferring to Excelsior. Excelsior … where Oliver Queen rules the school. Oliver takes a bet that he can get the new guy in his bed … but what happens when he ends up falling in love instead?
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“And this will be your uniform,” William explained to his grandson.
Clark nodded and inwardly cringed when he looked at the uniforms. They were so formal … who wore a tie to school? He was going to miss his flannel … that was for sure. And he only found it as more proof he didn’t belong.
His attention wandered as his grandfather made conversation with his mother … to be honest, he was glad for the break. Ever since they checked in, William had been giving him endless instructions. All the information he was getting was making his head spin.
The room was a decent size … in fact, it was bigger than his bedroom on the farm yet not as large as the one his grandfather had given him in Coast City.
There was even an attached bathroom, which Clark found amazing. Apparently, his grandfather had made use of his contacts within the school and Clark had received one of the more posh rooms. In fact, it was mostly seniors who got their own bathroom but there were some people who owed a favor to William and Clark reaped the benefits.
Clark was happy to be in the room … it had been a long day. He had received his class schedule and a map of the school. Martha and William had dealt with the paperwork while Clark had a meeting with the counselors. They had arrived on a Friday afternoon and according to the counselors, he was going to be assigned another student to help him adjust … just someone who was more experienced to show him around the school and whatnot.
Though he was nervous about the person he would be assigned, he was looking forward to meeting someone and slightly relieved that he wouldn’t be completely alone.
His mother and his grandfather insisted on unpacking right away … that way he could get settled easier and wouldn’t have to worry about either. Seeing as arguing would be futile, he just helped them get his stuff in and around the room.
That evening, the three of them went to dinner in downtown Metropolis together. He had fun and was regretful to see the night come to an end. His mother would’ve liked him to stay in the hotel but he, to his own surprise, insisted on staying at the school.
After all, he had to get adjusted sometime … he was not a child. He’d just have to learn to get along by himself.
“We’ll come by tomorrow, okay, honey?” Martha said, as they stood outside his room door.
“Okay, mom,” he said, giving her a quick hug. “Don’t stress … I’ll be okay.”
“That he will be,” William piped in. “If you need anything, give us a call,” he added.
“Thanks grandpa,” Clark replied, with a smile.
“Good night sweetie,” Martha said.
“Bye Clark,” William said.
“Good night,” Clark said and watched as they made their way down the hallway and once they were gone, he entered the room.
Scanning the room, he sighed. This would be his home for the next year … the good news was that Thanksgiving was in a little over a month, the separation wouldn’t be so bad.
That night, it was difficult getting to sleep but he managed. Morning came far too soon for his liking and around 9 am, his mom and grandfather were at his door, ready to take him out for breakfast.
Martha asked a lot of questions and kept double checking to see if he slept all right. He was almost amused by his mother’s concern but he realized that it was her first time really away from him. Parting had to be harder for her than even him.
They spent the day together, his grandfather taking them to stores and buying them what he claimed Clark “needed”. Both he and Martha protested at the extravagant purchases he was making.
“This is my only grandchild,” William told them. “And I’m going to make sure that he isn’t wanting for anything.”
Martha and Clark had exchanged looks at this but Clark had stopped arguing. He had heard the underlying pride in his grandfather’s voice … both of them realized that William was pleased to be included in Clark’s life at last. So they couldn’t deny him this.
It was Sunday afternoon by the time that Martha and William left for Coast City. Even then, Martha was reluctant to go but Clark assured her that he needed to stay on campus and really wanted to explore.
Finally, she did go, both dropping Clark off after having lunch. They promised they’d call when they landed and Clark just smiled.
Seeing the car drive away made his heart ache in the slightest, especially when he realized that he wouldn’t see his mother for a month. A short time but he had never been away from her for so long. It would be weird … at least at first.
Not wanting to go back into his room, he decided to do what he said to his mom … explore.
He was wandering aimlessly, not really knowing where to and wishing he had brought his map when he heard loud voices coming from somewhere up ahead.
“You’re nothing but a bully,” a voice was saying.
“And you’re just nothing,” a voice retorted.
Curious and slightly worried, Clark made his way to the scene, wondering what was going on. What he saw had him frowning.
Three taller guys were standing in front of a slightly shorter one. The trio consisted of two brunettes and one blonde, who seemed the most domineering of the three.
One of the brunettes laughed mockingly. “Oh, Luthor, you’re so pathetic.”
“I’m pathetic?” Luthor repeated, “At least I’m my own person and not some lackey.”
“It’s called friends,” the blonde said and then smirked. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that … who the hell would want to be friends with a loser like you?”
In one swift move, the other brunette on the blonde’s other side pushed the shorter man over and when he fell, his cap got knocked off too. Clark was shocked to see that underneath it, Luthor was completely bald. Luthor crawled backwards, reaching for his cap, blushing bright red, clutching his head, embarrassed.
But he couldn’t stand to see any more … this scene was too horrifying reminding him of his freshman year, where he was picked on by Whitney Fordman, the popular quarterback and Lana Lang’s boyfriend.
Lana was his first love and he had a crush on her since he was five years old. Freshman year, Whitney was dating her and for some reason, thought him to be a threat. Because he and a bunch of other football team members strung him up in the middle of the cornfield, using him as that year’s scarecrow.
If Pete hadn’t been looking for him, he was certain he would’ve stayed there all night. Even though he had gotten slight revenge, the memory still brought back pain.
Which was why he couldn’t stand by idly when this took place.
“Hey!” he said, getting all their attention.
“Look,” one of the brunettes said, “This isn’t any of your business, kid.”
“I’m making it my business,” Clark said, taking a step forward. “Leave him alone. You guys are nothing but a bunch of bullies and it’s pathetic …”
The blonde raised an eyebrow. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
“Should I?” Clark snapped, “Because from where I’m standing, you don’t look too important to me.”
Both his friends’ jaws dropped at his bold move.
“Believe us,” one of the brunettes said, “You don’t want to mess with us …”
“I already have,” Clark said confidently. “You don’t scare me so try your lame tactics on someone else.”
Turning toward the fallen guy, he crouched, holding out his hand.
Blue-gray eyes stared back him incredulously but took the offered hand. Clark helped him up and sent one last glare at the trio.
“Don’t bother him again,” Clark warned them, “Or you’ll have to deal with me.”
Without another word, he smiled at Luthor. “Come on,” Clark said and Luthor just nodded wordlessly, falling in step with him as they walked away.
What a way to start off … but Clark just couldn’t stand there and do nothing. He really hoped that those three wouldn’t cause him too much trouble over the year.
Luthor was just not saying anything and Clark silently wondered how many times he had to deal with this … this was probably the first time anyone had stood up for him.
Even though he had been an outcast, he had at least had the friendship of Chloe and Pete to pull him through … to not have anyone sounded awful.
“I’m Clark Kent,” he said, breaking the now awkward silence, as they distanced themselves from the three guys.
“Lex Luthor,” the guy replied.
Luthor … he had heard that name before. Yes, LuthorCorp had a plant in Smallville … but could this guy be Lionel Luthor’s son?
“Yes, that Luthor,” Lex added. He smiled wryly. “I don’t suppose you haven’t heard of me?” Seeing Clark’s surprised face, he went on. “I guess this is where you run away horrified?”
“Not just yet,” Clark joked and paused. “I’m from Smallville originally,” he explained.
“Yes, my father’s company has a plant there,” Lex said, nodding.
“Your father is not exactly popular among the town,” Clark said carefully.
“Well, he’s not popular with me either,” Lex noted. “So I share in their pain.”
“You two don’t get along?” Clark questioned, surprised. Except for a few minor disagreements, he had a great relationship with his parents, his father in particular.
“Not at all,” Lex sighed. He eyed Clark. “So tell me, you come into this school and I’m assuming you’re new because not only did you not know who my tormenters were, you didn’t realize that I’m the loser who no one associates with … what’s your story?”
“Why do they pick on you?” Clark asked.
“They do it because they can and because of this,” Lex said, pointing to his head, covered again by a cap.
“You have no hair,” Clark agreed, “So what?”
“It makes me a freak in their eyes,” Lex said, “I’m shorter, pale and skinny … I don’t play sports either. And it doesn’t help that I have a genius IQ … I’m just an easy target.”
“May I ask how you …?” Clark trailed off, trying not to overstep his boundaries.
Lex chuckled. “I lost my hair in the meteor shower in Smallville … wrong place, wrong time, I suppose. I was in the cornfield when it struck … when I awoke, I was bald and the doctors were saying my hair would never grow back. It didn’t.”
Clark felt guilty instantly … here was another person whose life had changed because of his arrival on Earth.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be,” Lex responded, “It wasn’t your fault. “
If you only knew. But Clark didn’t say that aloud.
“My first question stands,” Lex said, “Why did you save me?”
“I don’t like to see people getting hurt,” Clark said simply.
Lex stopped and met his gaze. “You’re definitely different than anyone else I’ve ever met.”
“Is that a good thing?” Clark wanted to know.
“A very good thing,” Lex said. “You’re the first one to ever defend me.” He ducked his head. “What they said is true … nobody wants to be friends with me. I’ve never had a friend in this school.”
“You do now,” Clark interrupted. Lex glanced up at him. “I’m your friend … if you want me to be.”
“I’d like that,” Lex said shyly.
Clark grinned and Lex gave him a small smile. One day and he already had a friend … maybe Excelsior wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“I can’t believe you just let him walk away,” Alden complained.
Oliver remained silent, just watching the place where the brunette had been. He had come out of nowhere and Oliver had been taken aback to be spoken to like that. He was used to blind worship … someone standing up to him was new.
“Yeah, Ollie,” Geoffrey agreed, “You didn’t even say anything! What’s going on with you?”
“The brunette … he’s very interesting,” Oliver murmured. Interesting was an understatement. The way that his green eyes had flashed, full of passion, sent shivers down his back.
He matched Oliver in height and had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Long eyelashes, a strong jaw line and the most sensuous mouth Oliver ever laid eyes on. If Oliver thought he was good looking for afar, close up he was even better.
“Don’t tell me that you like him?” Alden questioned, visibly stunned.
“You don’t think he’s attractive?” Oliver asked, raising an eyebrow.
It was no secret that Oliver Queen was bisexual and had had a few stints with men. His reputation, though, was exaggerated. Every guy in the school, whether they admitted it or not, wanted to be in Oliver’s bed but only few had ever had that pleasure.
“He just told you off,” Alden reminded him. “Forgive me but I don’t think he likes you very much.”
“He doesn’t like me very much right now,” Oliver corrected, “He can be won over.”
“But is it worth it?” Geoffrey chipped in. “I mean, really … there are tons of people you could be with, Ollie … just snap your fingers and they come running. What’s so great about this one?”
“He’s fiery,” Oliver said, “And I like challenges … I wonder how he’d be in bed … all that passion and energy …”
“Too bad you’ll never find out,” a new voice came in.
Oliver looked up at the approaching figure and sneered.
Jason Teague was making his way toward them. If anyone tried to threaten Oliver’s status in the school, it was him.
Standing at 6’1” tall, a few inches shorter than Oliver himself, with light brown hair and hazel eyes, he eyed Oliver’s throne. But had never managed to steal Ollie’s limelight. That didn’t stop him from trying though.
“It didn’t seem that the new guy wanted to be anywhere near you, let alone your bed,” Jason commented, smirking. “It seems we’ve found the one that doesn’t worship Oliver Queen.”
“Yet,” Oliver countered, “That’s the key word …”
“You really think you can bag him?” Jason asked.
“I know I can,” Oliver said confidently. “Mark my words … soon enough, he’ll be mine.”
“Confident,” Jason remarked.
“I have a right to be,” Oliver boasted.
“Confident enough to place a little wager?” Jason asked slyly.
“State your terms,” Oliver said.
“Get the new guy in bed by Christmas,” Jason told him, “And if you do …”
“When I do,” Oliver interjected.
“Whatever,” Jason said, rolling his eyes, “Get him in bed and I want proof …”
“So when I do that, what do I get?” Oliver asked, “I’m still not hearing the wager, Teague.”
“I say we set the pot at $10,000,” Jason suggested. “If I win, I also want the keys that pretty little motorcycle you got.”
“And when I win,” Oliver said, “I want the cash and the keys to that Lamborghini of yours … the green one.”
Oliver had been eyeing that car since Jason had gotten it. Now he would have it … that and the sexy new guy.
“It’s a bet,” Jason said. “Good luck Queen, I think you’ll need it.”
“Hardly,” Oliver scoffed, watching Jason walk away.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Alden asked.
“Trust me,” Oliver said, “Soon enough, Clark Kent will be mine.”
“Clark Kent?” Geoffrey echoed.
Oliver smirked and turned to meet the faces of his friends. “The new guy does have a name you know.”
“And how do you know it?” Alden asked.
“I know all,” Oliver proclaimed. “Teague has no idea how in over his head he is …”
Alden and Geoffrey nodded … they knew better than to defy Oliver when he was set in his ways.
Oliver, who was smiling to himself, pleased. This Christmas, he was going to have another car to his collection and a brunette in his bed.
Jason Teague had no clue who he was messing with. This was one bet he didn’t intend to lose.