CLARK POV:
Okay, so I wasn't really worried about Clare.
Rather, I pitied Jason.
Clare's a big girl—and more importantly, she's insane. That's why she got to deal with the jerkass who played her, while I stuck to what I'm good at: keeping our academic lives from going up in flames. It's a perfect twin combo—she throws the punches, I solve the equations.
Thirty minutes later, after I'd iced my black eye and disinfected my lip, I heard it—the distant, unmistakable roar of her bike. I knew the sound by heart, and I also knew that she always killed the engine a street away and pushed it the rest of the way so Mom wouldn't wake up. Especially today, since Dad was out on a business trip and Mom had gone to bed early, mumbling something about a "very important event" tomorrow.
