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149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”

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“Since when have we ever been friends?”

Lena almost regrets the words as soon as they’re out of her mouth, regrets the way Kara’s babbling about history class stutters to a halt, and the way her pretty face falls from it’s usual bubbly smile into a half frown.

She almost regrets it.

But she has to know.

Has to be clued in on why the most popular girl at school has decided to sit at her lunch table and make one-sided conversation for the past two weeks.

It has to be some sort of elaborate joke.

Some long game con to make her feel comfortable and liked before Kara ditches her and she finds herself the butt of some school wide joke.

Better to cut it off now.

“Umm …” Kara seems at a loss for words, and she almost feels sorry for the girl and starts back tracking.

Almost.

“I mean, you’re Kara Danvers, the most popular girl in school; the star quarterback that somehow still finds time to write for the school paper. And I’m Lena Luthor, the weird punk kid that dyes her her hair different colors and plays snare drum in marching band – the one everyone makes sure to stay clear of in the hallways. There’s no reason for you to talk to me, who put you up to this?”

“Umm, no one?” Kara’s gaze flits around the table.

“So you just thought of this elaborate scheme on your own? You must be smarter than you look.”

Kara’s face melts into a full frown at that, and an adorable crinkle appears in her forehead.

Adorable?

Control your gay, Luthor.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And frankly, I think it’s rude that you would suggest that I have an ulterior motive for trying to be your friend!”

“If you don’t, then why are you being so nice to me?!” Lena demands, anger curling her fingers into fists.

Kara’s face falls further, and she studies her tray for a long moment before responding.

“I know what it’s like to be the weird new kid that no one wants to hang out with. I didn’t want you to have to go through that. I was trying to be the friend that I never got.”

“Oh really; you, Kara Danvers, know what that’s like? Sure. I bet. Why don’t you go back to your popular friends and leave me to eat my lunch in peace?”

She turns her attention back to her food, fully expecting Kara to storm off. Only after a few moments of silence across the table, she looks up to see Kara staring at her.

Lena meets Kara’s gaze, surprised to see tears glistening in her blue eyes.

“When umm, when the Danvers first adopted me, it was really hard. I was 12, and things here are  … a lot different than where I came from.” Kara nods, as if encouraging herself to go on. “I said a lot of stupid stuff, and did a lot of weird things, and Alex – my sister – she tried her best, but I could tell she got tired of me asking so many questions. Plus, I got sensory overload a lot. No one wants to be friends with the kid who hides under the table every time it’s popcorn day. It’s not as bad now as it was -” Slim fingers tug at her glasses, and Lena catches herself watching the movement. “But I still get it sometimes.”

“As for the football thing – Everyone laughed at me when I tried out; they all thought I’d fail for sure. And then when I didn’t – “ She shrugs before continuing.

“I’m a horrible speller, Ms. Grant has to correct all of my articles like five times before they go to print. The first year she never even let me do anything.

“I know you think this is all some sort of prank, and after the way people have treated you around here, I can’t say I blame you. But I honestly just want to be your friend. If you don’t want to be mine though, it’s okay, I can find somewhere else to sit. I just thought …” She trails off, staring at her food, and Lena studies her for a moment.

Carefully, she considers her options.

No one else seems to be paying them any attention, so either the prank hasn’t played out yet, or Kara is legitimately trying to be friendly.

Something about the dejected set of Kara’s shoulders though, makes Lena think she’s telling the truth.

“I tricked Mr. Sanders into giving me an extra cookie on the lunch line, wanna half it?” she finally says, holding out half of a chocolate chip cookie.

The smile that lights up Kara’s face?

Totally worth the possibility of future embarrassment.