After Class

   Clark, Diana, and Lois met in the hall outside the classroom.
   "So, wow, that was really great what you guys said back there."
   Diana's words brought a small smile to Clark and Lois's faces.
   "Thanks," Clark said.
   "You're weren't so bad yourself, Miss Amazon," Lois said with a jovial tone.
   For the second time in only a few minutes, Diana nearly jumped. How did she?!...
   Thinking quickly, Diana realized that she'd taken off her denim jacket in the classroom, and forgotten to put it back on.  She had the body of either a supermodel or an Olympic-level athlete, and the tank top she was currently wearing didn't do much to hide that.
   "Thanks," she said sheepishly as she slipped her jacket back on.
   Noticing Diana's embarrassment, Clark quickly changed the subject by introducing himself. "Hi, I'm Clark. The mocking one is named Lois."
   Lois casually waved two fingers in a mock-wave.
   Sudden recognition flowed into Diana's mind. "You wouldn't be Lois Lane, would you?"
   "One in the same," Lois replied.
   Diana's face lit up with excitement. "Oh! I've read your work for the Daily Star! It's really wonderful."
   Lois raised her right eyebrow at Diana's usage of the word "wonderful" in casual conversation.
   "Yeah? Well thanks, Miss..."
   "Oh! I'm sorry. My name's Diana. Diana Prince."
   "Diana Prince... that sounds famil—" Lois's cellphone rang.
   "Hang on for a second." Lois put her phone to her ear. "Hey you; what's up?...  Lex Luthor?  What do you want to know about him?...  Okay, yeah. I can do that.  Okay, I'll see you tonight.  Bye."
Lois hung up the phone and turned back to Diana and Clark.  "Alright, I gotta run. I'll see you guys later."
   She walked off without another word.
   Diana turned back to Clark. "Is she always..."
   Clark knew her words before she spoke them. "Abrupt, high-strung, and jeering?"
   Diana almost laughed. "Yeah."
   "Well, I've only known her since Monday, but yeah, that's how she seems.  She's not that bad, though.  She's actually a lot nicer than even she thinks she is."
   "Really?  You can know that after only knowing her for three days?"
   "Kind of."
   "Can you see through everyone so easily?" Diana asked jokingly.
Clark seemed oddly disturbed by the question. "Um, well... not exactly.  I mean, sometimes.  It's just... uh... farmboy luck, I guess."
   Diana was intrigued. "You're from a farm?"
   Clark seemed embarrassed.  "Yeah... I am.  From Kansas.  This is my first week in Metropolis, actually."
   "Really?  It's mine, too."
   "Yeah? Where are you from?"
   "I moved here from Coast City."
   Diana and Clark walked outside, near the football field, and sat down on the bleachers to keep talking.  The air was surprisingly fresh for being in the middle of a major city, and the way the sun shone down on the green field brought a certain nostalgia of home to both students.
   "Coast City, huh? That must be pretty different."
   "Yeah, it is.  What about Kansas? What's it like there?"
   "To be honest, it's mostly just elderly people who don't want to leave their hometown, and teenagers who can't wait to grow up and get away."
   Diana smiled a little, and looked out over the field with a tinge of distant sadness. "I guess I'd fit in there.  With the elderly, I mean."
   Clark was confused.  "What do you mean?"
   Diana half-sighed before replying. "I have a name that went out of style a long time ago. The only other Dianas are grandmothers now."
   Clark frowned a little, and just stared at her for a few seconds before saying anything.
   "Diana, you have a beautiful name."
   Diana looked back at him with a slight sense of wonderment.  One of the reasons that she spent so much thought on the concept of truth was that she could sense it.  By merely looking at Clark, she could have instantly known if he had been even partially untruthful in his statement.  But he hadn't.  He hadn't said it with even a hint of sarcasm or flirtatiousness.  He was simply being completely honest.  It reminded Diana of when he'd made his earlier speech in class; it was as if he spoke with unequivocal truth, and she couldn't help but believe him.
   She blushed.  "Thank... thank you," she said slowly.  "No one's ever told me that before."
   Clark flashed his trademark smile, and turned back to the field.
   Diana sat in silent thought.

   Maybe... maybe I was wrong...