After he just disappeared in the blink of an eye, Lois dropped her head into her hands, and immediately regretted it. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her forehead.
She groaned, miserably, as she pulled her hands away, and noticed smudges of blood smeared on her hands. Great! Just great! She thought to herself.
She slowly made her way out of her car, and leaned against the door. Her day had started out blissfully amazing. She had escaped from her father.
But now, now her car was broken down on the side of the road, she had a splitting headache, and she terrified the guy responsible for saving her life. She walked around her car, spinning in circles, as she looked for him. Where the hell did he go?
He was absolutely, and stunningly amazing! He was stronger than anyone she’s ever seen. He was faster than a speeding bullet. He probably had other amazing abilities, and what does he do with them?
He saves her life. Why? Why would he do something like that? If anybody else possessed these abilities they would want fame, money, power, hell, they would want to conquer the damn world.
What was so different about him? She sighed, knowing she would never know, and even if he hadn’t run away, she wouldn’t have asked him anyways.
She noticed his motorcycle sitting a few feet away from her, and frowned. Was he really that terrified of her? So terrified that he left without his bike? She rolled her eyes. Of course, he was, she thought to herself.
This extraordinary guy literally saved her from almost driving off a bridge, and what does she do? She scares him away. Typical!
She really, really needed to learn tact, but the thing was, she didn’t even say anything. She just smiled and waved at him, hoping he’d understand that she wasn’t intending on badgering him about it, but she still scared him away. Why was he so terrified of her?
She knew she could be a little high-strung, but she didn’t even do or say anything threatening, at least, she hoped she didn’t. Her eyes widened, as a horrible thought crossed her mind, but it made complete sense.
Oh God! He probably thinks that I want to study or dissect him like some kind of lab rat!
Of course, she would never do that. She wasn’t a cynical person, but she wasn’t naïve either. This guy saved her life, he deserved a thank you not to be studied, tormented, and tortured.
But, that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about him. He wasn’t human, that much was obvious, but he was also more human than anyone she’s ever met. She didn’t even speak to him, and knew that much.
She turned towards her car, seeing the imprints from his hands, and traced them with her fingers. He was incredible! He saved her life, and she couldn’t even thank him.
“Good going, Lane! This guy saves your damn life, and you didn’t even thank him! You scared him so much that he left without his motorcycle! You seriously need to learn some better tact! Haven’t you learned anything? Always think before you act! Now, this guy is probably halfway to China by now, and you can’t even thank him for saving you!”
Clark, who had been standing a short distance away, was watching her with a soft smile. She was more worried about thanking him than anything else. He slightly tilted his head, as he listened to her rambling, his smile growing wider.
She was definitely something else. “You talk a lot.” He knew that was lame, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say to announce his presence.
The sound of his voice coming from behind her, completely startled her. She quickly spun around, breathing heavily, and placed her hands across her palpitating chest.
She glared at him. “Jesus! Warn a girl, won’t you! You can’t just sneak up on people like that!” He shrugged, sheepishly, but the smile never left his face. “Sorry?” She scowled. “You’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?”
He just shrugged, which she rolled her eyes at. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and she realized that he was anticipating her next words, like he expected her to attack him with an onslaught of questions, which was something that she would do, but this was different.
He was different. “Well, now that you’re here, you can help me figure out what the hell happened to my piece of crap car.” His mouth dropped open, as she just turned around, intently examining her car. That was it? No questions? No inquiries?
He just couldn’t believe it. She just brushed it off, like what she had seen didn’t even faze her, which was absolutely ridiculous. Who the hell was this girl?
They were both looking at her engine, having no clue what was wrong with it, but their attention wasn’t exactly on her car either. Clark kept stealing glances at the girl, who had surprised him completely, and wondered what she was really thinking.
She knew he had powers, but wasn’t saying anything, either he had trust issues up the Wonka or there was something wrong with her. He was leaning more towards the former.
Lois, on the other hand, was becoming very irritable. He was staring at her! It was infuriating as hell! For the past twenty minutes, as they looked over her car, she had tried everything to keep her cool.
She tried ignoring his eyes burning holes into her skull. She tried to ignore the way his gaze was questioning her, like he was just waiting for her to bombard him.
She was thankful to him, that was obvious, and she didn’t want to frighten him away with a crazy, hot-tempered, outburst, but his staring was really, really starting to grate. It was like she was the one with abilities.
Five minutes later, he was still staring at her, and she was done. She couldn’t handle it anymore, and quickly turned towards him, catching him off guard.
“Is there something on my face? Or is there a reason why you’ve been staring at me for the past twenty minutes?” “I-I’m s-sorry,” he stumbled over his words before averting his eyes from her.
He could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks, and turned his head away, hoping she wouldn’t see. She did. She smiled to herself. She kind of liked it when he blushed.
She wanted to tease him about it, but seeing the flushed expression on his face, and knowing how he still seemed to be questioning her motives every time he looked at her, decided against it. “So, um, I think I should just call someone…Thanks for trying to help.”
He just nodded, still not looking at her. She sighed. “You can go if you want, I’m just gonna…” Her sentence was cut off by him quickly walking away, pulling out his phone, and calling someone.
She stared at his retreating form with a puzzled expression, then realized he was calling the tow truck company for her. She smiled. Such a gentleman, she thought to herself.
To be continued...