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Clark put on his gym clothes back into his locker, smelly socks and all. He lifted his Levi jeans from the bench and put them on. His blue flannel was made of a wool fabric and he debated whether or not to wear it for it was pretty warm, especially after running a couple miles in gym. He thought for a minute and shrugged and put it on anyways.Clark got his red backpack and hunched it over his shoulder.
"Calculus test next period, who are we copying this week?" Asked a familiar voice. It was Wally. Wally and Clark had a long list of classes together and at first Clark was excited, but man was that boy a lot to take in. Clark and Wally had their methods of cheating together in most classes but it didn’t help that they barely study for anything. This time Clark didn’t really care; he had other things in mind. Things like what the hell is Bruce Wayne doing in Metropolis High and not Gotham Prep.
”Not sure, tell me when you figure it out,” Clark said. Wally sighed and left the locker room. By now mostly everyone left and now Clark was free to venture the rows of locker to scope out Bruce Wayne. Clark didn’t personally know Bruce Wayne but he was cute and maybe he could even be friends with him. Finally, at the last row, he saw him. Bruce was putting on his white collared shirt on and had his back turned to Clark. He has back muscles lining from the bottom all the way to his shoulders. He wasn’t as big as Clark but something about him screamed sexy..
"Bruce Wayne?" Clark spoke quietly. Bruce shuddered a bit and turned around. He was still buttoning his shirt so his abdominal was clear. Oh god, Clark thought, I’m in love.
"I’m kind of changing here. What do you want? Do I know you?" Bruce said sternly.
"No…I was just going to say that the uh locker rooms are going to be closed soon and uh the bell is going to-"
"Ring. I know how a school works," Bruce sneered.
"Do you need help getting around, I mean most people don’t jump into the middle of the school year-"
"Not to be rude, but who are you? I don’t know you and I can take care of myself thank you," Bruce put his messenger bag across his shoulder and looked up.
"See you around," Bruce said and passed Clark, leaving the locker room.
Clark stood there dumbfounded. That guy was a douche bag. And it made Clark want him more.