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Lana and Lex find each other because they’re looking – girls like them are always looking for something. Girls like them are always secretly lonely at the top, isolated by their own individuality. Lana and Lex are a match made in heaven – or hell, depending on who you ask – but Lex is the sort of friend who kills for the girls she loves, whether they like it or not, and Lana has always been drawn to hopeless causes.
Lex and Clark find each other because they’re not looking. They run straight into one another in every possible sense – expensive sports cars like silver bullets, Clark as flighty as a werewolf.
“I don’t know,” Pete shrugs when Clark asks. “It’s Lex Luthor. What’s to know?”
“Her rap sheet, maybe?” Chloe suggests.
“She’s hot, she’s rich, and she’s super rude,” Pete says. “Why? You planning on making a move?”
“Ugh,” Chloe groans. “Gross, no. Please don’t do that to me.”
On the other side of the school, Lana is reading Lex the riot act.
“You crashed your car?”
“You know, you can keep saying that, but I really can’t uncrash it. Nell can afford to pick us up.”
“Oh no,” Lana says, because she’s beginning to accept that someone is going to have to civilize Lex Luthor, and more than likely, that person is going to be her. “No. We’re not asking my aunt to leave the shop just because you don’t own shoes you can walk in.”
Lex looks aghast, like Lana just re-crashed her car right in front of her. “It’s three miles!”
“You run two a day,” Lana reminds her.
“On a treadmill! And that just proves I’ve done my time – I drive you home every day.”
“Well, today you’re going to walk me home.”
“She wouldn’t lose any revenue,” Lex says, rolling her eyes. “It’s not as if anyone’s going to be there at four o’clock on a Wednesday.”
And then, like clockwork, Lex Luthor barrels headlong into Clark Kent for the second time in two days.
He’s so solid that she almost goes down – but he’s fast, too, hot, calloused hand catching her arm, holding her off the floor. Her bag still goes cartwheeling across the tile, but honestly, who cares? It’s nice to appreciate his features up close again so soon.
“Clark!” Lana says, startled. “I’m so sorry – Lex, you have to look where you’re going. Are you alright?”
“You’re developing a habit of getting in my way,” Lex tells him, and some part of her hopes its permanent.