A Jedi in Smallville

School was...interesting. He had something they called algebra in the morning but tested out of it and was quickly promoted to the AP calculus class: he was still bored. The students in that class gave him strange looks when he entered: probably since he was a good two years younger than them. Or maybe it was the dog collar.
The looks got even more intense when he answered one of the problem sets in his head, without the help of pen and paper. It’s not like he could fit those things in his leather pants.
Since he still had a an accent, and since he still couldn’t read English very well, Lex thought it best that he take an ESL class. Again there were plenty of strange looks, and especially when he told the teacher his native language was Japanese. Which was true on a certain level: that earthling language most resembled the one he spoke when he was a slave on Tatooie.
He could feel people talking about him in the halls: He caught a few comments about his clothing and some guys said he looked like a “fag” which he didn’t understand. Another girl asked him if he worshipped the devil.
“The devil?” he asked. “Uh, I don’t worship anything.”
The red-head gasped. “You mean you don’t beleive in Jesus Christ?”
“Who?”
Which probably wasn’t the best response since her face got really white.
At lunch, he sat with Clark, Chloe, and their friend Pete who couldn’t stop staring at him.
“Well, at least you’re not the biggest freak in school anymore.” Pete joked.
“Fuck you Pete.” Clark said. He had a milk mustache. Which was kind of cute.
Annikin tried to eat the strange food on his plate, but it tasted awful. It was nothing like the meals he got at Lex’s house. Pushing the tray away, he decided to concentrate on the beverage he’d purchased. It was in a container he was completely unfamiliar with.
“Are you gonna open that or just play with it?” Pete asked.
“Huh?”
“You have seen a can of coke before?”
“Of course.” Annikin replied. “Open.” he said. Unfortunately, the can exploded spraying Pete in the face. “oops. sorry.”
“How’d you do that?” Chloe asked.
“Uh...” Oh yeah, he wasn’t supposed to use the Force in public. Which kind of sucked.
“You guys didn’t see anything.” He said using just a tad of the jedi mind trick.
“Didn’t see a thing.” Pete said.
“Nope nothng.” Chloe added.
“I saw something. The can exploded.” Clark said, giving Annikin a very hostile look.
“You must have imagined it. Kind of like how Lex imagined hitting you with the car.” the young jedi said. It was a low blow: even though the Jedi mind trick didn’t work on the kid he could still read his mind. He’d never been taught to shield his thoughts so they floated in the atmosphere like anyone else. They stared at each other for a moment, a contest of wills: but as usual, Annikin came out the winner. Whatever the boy across from him was, he hadn’t lived as a slave, or undergone the intense training needed to be a jedi. Lex said he was town’s savior, but the boy hadn’t truly been tested in the way Annikin was every day. Or at least that’s what he thought.
“Yeah, must a been seeing things.” Clark said.

It was in gym that he discovered baseball and black leather could mix. The teacher took one look at what he was wearing and snorted.
“Wednesday when you come to class you better bring clothes you can work out in or I’ll fail you.” He said.
“Oh, I didn’t know. I’m not from around here.”
“Really. I would have never guessed.”
Some of the other kids snickered and Annikin felt himself flush.
“Why don’t you be a good little boy and sit on the bleachers. We’re playing baseball for the rest of the year and I wouldn’t want you to mess up your mascara.” Everyone in the class laughed at that and Annikin felt himself seethe. He wasn’t used to being the butt of jokes: In fact all of the students and most of the teachers gave him a wide berth. They were afraid of his power.
Shaking off his anger, he stomped over to the bleachers to watch the boys play.
It turned out to be a very fascinating game. He’d watched it one “television” when he first arrived so he knew what it was at least. He sulked for a few minutes, then decided that he really wanted to play the game. He watched it a little on television and kne He rose from the bleachers, dusted off his pants, and went to the gym teacher.
“Hey, can I play now?” He asked.
“Oh really. Well, don’t blame me if you get a little dirty. Why don’t you join the Red team. Their one man short anyway.”
The Reds were up at bat. He waited for his turn trying to ignore the looks he got from the other boys. He walked to the plate and mimiced the stance the other boys used. He held the bat almost like light saber, but farther from his body. The “catcher” snickered.
“Fucking fag doesn’t need even know how to hold a bat.” He said. Taking a calming breath, he closed his eyes and felt rather than saw the ball approaching.
When he used the force this way, it always seemed as if time slowed down, like existence stood still while he could pluck anything (or anyone) out of it and move it where he wanted. He swung the bat and it connected with the ball as it should and he doubled the force of impact (which was cheating but he wanted to see the coach’s face) so it went over the fence and deep into the parking lot.
Opening his eyes, he took in the looks of shock on everyone faces as he ran around the bases.
10 home runs and after he shut out all of the batter,the teacher was literally rubbing his hands in glee. Because of course he was also the baseball coach, and now he had a chance of winning the state championship. Hell, maybe even the national one.