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He didn't bring much with him, just a couple of large suitcases and a carry-on. He'd arrived by Lyft and didn't know a soul. At 18, this should've made him nervous… maybe excited.
Well he was excited but it was a low boil sort of thing. He was free… for four years. All he had to do was keep his grades up and stay out of any possible news that could get back to his father.
He’d picked a co-ed dorm out of spite.
Actually this whole exercise at this particular college, Kansas State as opposed to Metropolis U, was being done out of spite.
And the thing of it was that he knew, for a fact, that Lionel Luthor did not give two shits.
In the Alpha’s mind, the Luthor line was dead, gone and buried with Mom and the baby.
Oh he was going to prove Lionel wrong, of course. He was going to come back in a few years with his degrees and sweep the whole company out from under the asshole and retire him to some island in the Mediterranean or something. Lionel would get a lovely stipend to live off of and he would be free to run the company as he pleased.
Or at least that was the thereabouts goal.
Lionel did want him to come back but only so the Alpha could groom him into some executive role or maybe into a puppet so Lionel could ‘retire’ but still be in the door… because he obviously wasn’t good enough to handle it himself. Nope. Had to be an Alpha at the top and a Luthor at that… and unfortunately for Lionel, they were both only children so there was no Alpha cousin to hand it off to.
It was just him, so he would have to do, but the Luthor line was done, over with Lionel… and the bastard was going to hold on for as long as possible. He wouldn’t be surprised if the man was looking into some sort of stemcell-related immortality or some such. He would, of course, be shutting that down as soon as possible.
The world did not need an immortal Lionel Luthor.
At any rate, he’d arrived here as early as he could so he could set up and hopefully be out before his roommate showed up. He wasn’t sure if there would be family and tears and he just didn’t want to be around if there were. His side of the room is picked and he’s got his stuff pulled out and stuffed away. He’s just gotten his last suitcase under the bed when the door opens and in stumbles who he assumes is his roommate.
He’s tall, large, Alpha, with curly black hair and dorky glasses.
“Hi,” he grins, looking equal parts flustered and friendly around his boxes and it’s all very genuine as he shifts the weight and offers a hand, “Clark Kent. I’m from Smallville.”
He almost loses himself as he offers one almost as genuine and accepts the handshake, “Metropolis. I’m Xander.”