Triangles - Chapter Two: Forming the Triangle - Clark
Chapter Two: Forming the Triangle - Clark
Note: Imagine that Metropolis is close enough to Smallville to drive there within twenty or so minutes.
“A triangle?” Clark asked.
“Yes, a triangle. A geometrical shape with three sides,” Pete said, using his fingers to outline the shape in the air.
“Ha, ha,” Clark said dryly.
“I’m talking about your ‘love life,’ if you can even call it that,” Pete told him. “You used to be in the middle of a line… Lana on one end, Chloe on the other. Then Marty comes along, and don’t even try to deny that you like her already, because I can see right through you, and she makes it three girls that you’re surrounded by, making you inside a triangle.”
“Slow down, Pete. I just met the girl. I don’t have feelings for her,” Clark said.
“You didn’t just meet her, Clark. She’s always lived in Smallville, and I’m sure you’ve talked to her before.”
“You’re impossible,” Clark laughed. Pete just grinned and led him to their next class.
Clark sat down next to Pete in their history classroom. Pete told Clark that Chloe was also in the class, and she should be there sooner or later. But it was later. She rushed in right as the bell finished ringing.
“Where were you?” Clark asked as she sat down in front of Pete.
“I was getting my schedule changed and I lost my pass, which I didn’t realize until I was halfway here, so I ran the rest of the way,” she explained, out of breath.
“A schedule change, huh?” Pete asked.
“Yeah, I had Mr. Stein for trigonometry second hour, so I switched to Mrs. Perkins,” she said.
“Good choice,” Pete said. “Me and Lana are in that class.” He was right; it was a good choice to switch to Mrs. Perkins’ class. Mr. Stein was the oldest teacher in the school, and very strict. It wasn’t uncommon to hear whispers of ‘Franken-Stein” behind his back, followed by snickers.
They didn’t get much more chances to talk that period, or for a lot of the day; Clark had English 4th hour, Pete had gym, and Chloe had chemistry. Clark had study hall 5th, and Chloe and Pete had newspaper. And 7th hour, Pete had chemistry and Clark and Chloe had to go to Metropolis for a vocational class. The only class that all three of them had together with Lana was Spanish, 6th hour.
“Hola, and welcome to Spanish One,” the short, pretty teacher said. “My name is Señora White and I’ll be your teacher this year. Today, being the first day, we’ll go over some of the basics to see how much you already know. I’ll say a word in Spanish, and if you know its English equivalent, please feel free to raise your hand.”
“Hola,” she said. Most everyone raised their hands; of course the answer was hello. She also went through ‘adios,’ ‘gracias,’ ‘sí,’ ‘no,’ and the basic numbers and colors.
“You all seem to know the basics,” she said. “Let’s try some harder stuff. Does anyone know the meaning of parientes muertos?”
“Did you just say ‘dead parents?’” Lana asked. She looked very confused.
“No, I said ‘dead relatives.’ ‘Padres’ means parents. The reason I said ‘dead relatives’ is because El Día de los Muertos is coming up in a little over a month. It’s a Spanish holiday in which people have a fiesta for their dead relatives,” she explained.
“They celebrate their relatives being dead?” a girl asked.
“No, it’s to celebrate that they’ve moved on to a better place,” she said.
The rest of the class period was spent going over words and Spanish culture. Clark and Chloe were glad to be able to leave to their vocational class. Only Clark and Chloe signed up, so they rode the bus all alone.
“I wonder why we were the only two to sign up for this class,” Clark observed.
“Probably because it’s a hard class. You do realize that this is about five times harder than any high school class, right?” Chloe asked him.
“Yeah,” Clark said, scratching his head. He wasn’t aware of that, but luckily he had Chloe to help him through it. “How many other people are in this program?”
“There’s four from Metropolis, four from Venice, four from Southern City, and four from Townsend, so there are sixteen other people,” Chloe said. She pushed her hair out of her face and looked past Clark, out the window. “I think we’re almost there.”
“Do you know a Marty?” Clark asked.
“Marty Graw? Yeah, I’ve seen her around, why?” Chloe asked.
“No reason,” Clark answered. He didn’t know why he had brought it up. Maybe because Pete’s words from earlier were starting to echo in his head.
“Ooh, we’re here,” Chloe said, pulling Clark out and off of the bus. “How exciting,” she commented, the excitement showing in her face.
The two entered the tall building. They had entered a lobby/ reception area where a lady was sitting at a desk. “Are you here for the Voc. Class?” she asked. She was young, and seemed kind enough.
“Yes. Clark Kent and Chloe Sullivan,” Chloe said.
“Mmm… yep,” the receptionist said, crossing two names off a list on a clipboard. “Go down this hall, the room is the third one on the right,” she said, pointing.
“Thank you,” Clark said. He had to pick up his pace to keep up with Chloe. “Slow down, Torch-girl,” he said.
“Thanks for the new nickname,” Chloe said, opening the instructed door. Inside, thirteen people were already waiting.
“You must be the Smallville High students,” a tall man said. He was obviously their instructor.
“Yes,” Chloe informed him.
“We’re still waiting on the Townsend kids, so just have a seat,” he said. There were two empty tables in the room, so Clark and Chloe sat at the one furthest from the door.
“No way,” a voice from behind them said. “Chloe Sullivan?”
“Yeah?” Chloe said, puzzled. She turned around. “Cory?”
Clark glanced at the boy that Chloe was talking to from the corner of his eye. He was brown-haired, tall, and Chloe obviously knew him. “Clark, this is Cory Adams. He was one of my best friends in Metropolis!” she introduced.
“Hi,” Clark said, shaking the guy’s hand.
“Hey,” he replied.
“Oh, wow, Cory. I haven’t seen you since I moved,” she said.
“I know. I’ve missed you so much,” he said.
“I wrote to you, but your letters kept coming back saying there was no such address,” she said.
“Oh, I know. LuthorCorp bought our property last year to keep until they needed to use it to build on. We moved to Venice,” he told her.
“Oh,” she said. They continued chatting, leaving Clark to sit by himself. He realized how Chloe must feel when he talked to Lana and left her out. He mentally remembered to stop doing that.
“Okay, the Townsend students are here, so I’m going to explain everything about this course now,” the tall man said. “My name is Drake Cooper, you can call me Drake if you wish, and this is the Advertisement Vocational Class. We have four students each from Metropolis High, Townsend High, Southern City High, Venice High, and two from Smallville High. We’re happy that you have chosen to spend this time here and get valuable information for a career in any type of advertisement. Even if you aren’t planning on advertisement for a living, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this course and find it very informative.”
The man, Drake, seemed very down-to-earth and friendly with his students, Clark noticed. He also noticed that Chloe kept glancing over at that Cory kid. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He watched Chloe instead of listening to Drake. He finally looked away when Drake said: “I don’t like to waste time, so we’re going to get right to work. I want everyone to get in groups of two, it doesn’t matter if it’s someone from your school or not, but just pair up with another person.”
“Are you partnering with Cory?” Clark asked.
“Why would I? Sure, he’s my friend, but I came here with you as my ally, not him. Plus, I wouldn’t want you to be left out,” she said. Clark immediately felt better. He should have known that that would be her answer.
“Your first assignment will be to make a commercial. You will spend the next week creating a product of your choice, planning everything out about it, and making an informational, video-taped commercial. It needs to be a product, like a clothing chain or new kind of candy or something along those lines. Your commercial is not limited to only your partner and yourself. You can use friends, family, teachers, or anyone who’s willing to help you out. Please get to work now, and just call me over if you need any help. Today, you’ll be working in here, but you’ll be moved to a new position tomorrow. Still, meet here. Okay, get to work,” Drake said, realizing that he was droning on.
“What should our product be?” Chloe asked.
“How about a brand of soda?” Clark asked.
“Triangle Soda!” Chloe said.
Where did Chloe come up with that?! Find out in the next chapter.
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