Morning in Smallville
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the sleepy town of Smallville, bathing the streets in warmth as Martha Kent's car pulled up in front of Smallville High School.
Clark Kent sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, eyes locked onto the school entrance with mild irritation.
It had been eight years since Jonathan's death.
Eight years of growing stronger, smarter, and more cunning.
But today, he faced his greatest challenge yet—high school.
To most, school was a place of learning and socializing.
To Clark?
It was a battlefield.
A Past He Refused to Repeat
In his past life, he had hated school.
He had been average—never the smartest, never the strongest, never the most important. A nobody.
Worse?
He had been bullied constantly, made to feel like less than nothing.
But this life?
That wasn't going to happen again.
This time, he was better. Smarter. Superior.
No one would ever look down on him again.
A Familiar Dance
From the driver's seat, Martha Kent glanced at him, sensing his reluctance.
"Come on, sweetheart, it's not that bad."
She flashed him a teasing smile, but he could see the quiet amusement in her eyes.
Clark scoffed, tilting his head toward her. "Says the woman who doesn't have to suffer through it."
Martha chuckled, shaking her head. "It's just school. You'll make friends, have fun, and actually learn something."
Clark rolled his eyes. "Right. Friends, fun, education. Sounds amazing."
Martha pulled the car to a smooth stop and turned toward him, brushing a gentle hand over his cheek.
"I mean it, Clark. Try to enjoy yourself. Who knows? You might even meet someone special."
Clark smirked. "Oh? Do I need someone else when I already have you?"
Martha's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't falter.
"That's different, and you know it."
Clark simply chuckled, unbuckling his seatbelt. "If you say so."
Just before he could step out, Martha leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his lips.
Clark reciprocated immediately, letting it last just a moment longer than necessary.
When they finally pulled away, Martha exhaled, her lips slightly parted.
"Behave," she whispered—a mix of amusement and warning.
Clark smirked. "I'll try."
Martha rolled her eyes, knowing full well he wouldn't.
She watched as he stepped out, her eyes lingering a bit too long as he walked toward the school entrance.
For others, this moment might seem strange.
For them?
It was just another day.
Flashback – Four Years Ago
The Kent farmhouse was quiet that night.
Clark sat beside Martha on the couch, flipping through TV channels.
It was just a normal evening, nothing special—
Until the screen landed on a romantic drama.
A deep, passionate kiss played out on the screen.
The male lead pulled the woman close, their lips moving in perfect sync as soft music swelled in the background.
Clark's eyes locked onto the scene.
And an idea sparked.
A Dangerous Experiment
He turned his head slightly, studying Martha from the corner of his eye.
She was relaxed, her gaze half-focused on the TV.
To her, this was nothing new—just another scene in a movie.
But to Clark?
It was an opportunity.
Without hesitation, he reached out, gently grabbing her face—
And kissed her.
Martha's Shock
Martha's entire body stiffened.
Her hands shot up instantly, pushing against him, trying to break free—but Clark held on firmly.
Her mind raced.
This isn't right.
This isn't normal.
Yet—
As Clark's lips moved against hers, a deep warmth spread through her body.
She had gone years without intimacy.
Her body had forgotten the feeling.
For a moment—just a moment—she almost melted.
But reality hit her like a truck.
She pushed him away forcefully, stumbling as she wiped her lips, her face flushed with disbelief.
"Clark! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Clark blinked innocently. "I saw it on TV and wanted to try it."
Martha's chest rose and fell with deep breaths.
"That is NOT something a mother and son do!"
Clark tilted his head. "But… we're not actually related."
Martha's eyes narrowed sharply. "That doesn't matter."
She stormed forward, pointing toward his room.
"Go. Now."
Clark hesitated. "Martha—"
"Not another word. You're grounded. No dinner, no TV. Go."
Clark didn't argue.
He simply nodded and went to his room.
Martha sank back into the couch, pressing her fingers against her temples.
What the hell just happened?
She shook her head.
He was just a kid.
He didn't understand.
She thought that was the end of it.
It wasn't.
The Breaking Point
Clark stopped eating.
For days, he refused food and water.
At first, Martha thought he was just being dramatic.
By the second day, he looked weaker.
By the third day, he could barely sit up.
Panic set in.
She stormed into his room, fury in her eyes.
"Are you insane?! You could die!"
Clark, weak but victorious, simply whispered—
"Then let me have my way."
Martha hesitated.
Then, defeated, she sighed.
"Only kissing. That's it."
Clark smirked.
Martha glared. "Don't push it."
And so—
What started as one stolen kiss became a regular secret between them.
A habit neither of them could stop.
Present – First Encounter
Clark chuckled to himself, adjusting his bag as he walked toward the school entrance.
But just as he took his first step—
BAM!
He collided into someone.
A blonde-haired girl stumbled back, nearly dropping her books.
Clark caught himself, looking at her properly.
She had bright blue eyes, soft features, and an athletic frame.
She groaned, rubbing her forehead.
"Seriously? First day, and I'm already crashing into people?"
Clark smirked. "You ran into me."
She huffed, brushing off her jacket. "Yeah, yeah. Guess I wasn't paying attention."
Clark picked up one of her books and handed it to her.
"Clark Kent."
She took it, raising an eyebrow.
"Gwen Stacy."
Clark's smirk widened slightly.
Interesting.
And just like that, the first day of school had begun.
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