Oleg sat in his first class. He did his best to be attentive and interested in the subject material, but his heart was not in it.<em>The Catcher In The Rye</em>just did not hold much interest for him; Oleg could not really relate to Holden at all. Although he took notes dutifully, and responded to questions as best he was able, the lack of passion for the material made those responses shallow and his thoughts not fully considered as those of other more enthusiastic classmates. All the large man could think of was Chloe. His thoughts drifted to hazy, implausible fantasies of what might happen if they were alone together in his room: in his mind, he imagined them kissing on his bed, her small form underneath his large one and their lips meeting, only to part so their tongues could dance with one another. Their hands roamed over one another's body, each pair eager to discover the secrets their bodies held for their respective owners. Her hands on his chest, his going through her hair and down her back . . .<br/><br/>But Oleg was cruelly brought back to reality by a slap to a large bicep. The young man grunted in irritation, and turned over to see Bill Jones. Bill in the process of putting his cell away inside his letterman jacket when Oleg turned his head on thick neck made up of densely corded muscles.<br/><br/>"Got a text," Bill said, half-glancing at the teacher to see if he had been spotted checking his phone and half looking over at Oleg, "big news: Kathleen Luthor and Chloe Sullivan got in a dust-up. Both got kicked out of school. Wild speculation about how long. Some are saying Kat wants some serious Old Testament level vengeance on Chloe."<br/><br/>Oleg had to close his eyes. He could feel the itch at the back of the orbs that was a tell-tale sign of an involuntary flare-up of his heat vision. Seeing his eyes at that moment would not have shown his normally pale blue-hued irises, but the glowing red of stored solar energy ready to be damagingly discharged. The idea of someone hurting Chloe put a fury in him, and his alien physiology responded to that in an alien way. He raised an enormous hand to cover his face, and grit his teeth. He forced himself to keep calm. Eventually the itch subsided. Once more there were just pale blue irises, and he would look like a human being. A supremely tall, muscular one, but human nonetheless. Concern for Chloe took over anger at what might happen. Chloe was capable of handling herself well in a spot of trouble . . . but Oleg still worried. He worried in his besotted way.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Bill." Oleg said, forcing his voice to be as neutral as possible, but the words seemed thick as though the inside of his mouth were caked with honey. "I appreciate it."<br/><br/>"Heh, no worries, man. Figured I owed you after you came through helping us with the back fence last week." Bill said with a nod.<br/><br/>Oleg turned his head and looked out the window. Revenge was probably not quite so sweet now, he thought glumly. He wanted to leave his seat and let consequences be damned and just go to Chloe's side, but for now, the best he could do would be to wait until class was over and call her at home to see if she was alright. If she had been hurt really badly, Oleg reflected, then no doubt the gossips would have spread that around too.