Becoming A Luthor (Lex Luthor Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Him

Those boys will pay, I will make sure of it, the young boy thinks as he races up the steps determined not to be late for class. He must get there before the bell rings or else he will be the center of attention.

He halts to a stop for a moment when he reaches the classroom door. He looks around behind him and wonders if he will see that nosy curly haired girl running. His stomach quenches as he worries about her tardiness.

What is wrong with him why does he care about her and her wellbeing. He has a problem; he shakes his head and walks into the class just as the tardy bell rings.

The bald lanky man pushes up his glasses and smiles at him as he takes his seat.

"How is my star pupil this glorious morning?" The man asks him.

His face quickly turns red. Why does he single him out making the other students uncomfortable to be around him. He adjust his belongings before answering, "Stupendous, Mr. Carthwight."

She shuffled through his belongings trying to get them to fit neatly back into his bag. He now realizes that everything is not 'stupendous'. His prized position is gone. His face begins to heat with anger. Those boys kicked his belongings making him lose the most important thing to him. They better pray to whatever god they believe in because his wrath was coming and he would judge with a swift and painful hammer.

He quickly gets out oh his seat as Mr. Carthwight begins his Punnett Square lecture.

"Is there a problem, Sir?" Mr. Carthwight asks him.

Knowing it might require his fathers attention later he chooses his words carefully, "I am deeply, remorseful to announce that I must be pardoned, Mr. Carthwight."

"May you give the reason to why you must be pardon young sir?" The lanky teacher questions.

"I am afraid the incentive is all to delicate, Sir." He states. The causes an upsurge of laughter erupting from the students around him.

"Students. . . students have all experienced a 'delicate' reason would you not say; please contain yourself." The man tries to reason with the class as he dismisses him with a smile.

If the class wanted to laugh at his possible visit to the lavatories then let them, he thinks as he scurries out of the classroom. He quickly makes his way towards the corridor but impulse makes him turn left at the fork instead of right. He stops quickly when he see the girl.

Her wild curly black hair is unmistakable. She laughs and it lights up her face making the other children around her beam and join her in her joy. Her hand rubs an old leather notebook; his heart clinches. The notebook and its worn cover looks like home to him. It is his notebook. She must have found it after he ran off.

He wonders what her plans are. Is she planning on returning it? He is not sure. Their teacher says something and the class begins to open their books instead of opening her book the girl opens the notebook. He sees her hand trace over the age old writing.

His heart feels heavy. He doesn't hate the fact that someone else is touching his belongings and the feeling is foreign to him. He doesn't know what to think and just as he is about to put his hand on the door he hears footsteps behind him.

"What are you doing out of class young man?" A booming voice asks him. He spins around to see Principal Telston standing in front of him. He stands gawking at her with a dumbfounded gaze upon his face.

"Mr. Luthor?" Principal Telston questions him. Just then the door opens behind him and someone knocks him down.

Hello, readers! This a Lex Luthor fanfiction mostly from the realm of Smallville and my head; other facts from movies or the comics may be integrated into this work. This is an ongoing story. There will be updates every week with the exception to holiday weeks. Please feel free to comment your thoughts and helpful critique.