Jason was angry beyond belief.
Lana broke up with him and to be honest? He still didn't know why. Sure, he did some questionable stuff but he apologized. He was doing that for her, he wanted to help. But clearly, she couldn't appreciate that. He was more than sure, that she broke up with him because of Clark — he saw the way she was looking at him. She probably cheated and then broke up with him so she could be with Kent. There was no other explanation.
That's why, Jason came up with a crazy idea — he would beat the shit out of Clark. Not that he had much to lose. Sure, he'd get fired from his job as an assistant coach and probably get sued, but he was sick and tired of this guy. Yeah, he saved his ass but still, Jason wasn't exactly fond of him.
With a loud thud, he slammed the door of his truck and headed towards Kent's house. He looked around, but it seemed like no one was home. On one side, it was good — no witnesses. But then again, Clark could be gone as well and Jason really didn't want to go back here. If he failed his little mission now, he'd be even more pissed off.
He knocked on the door, his jaw tense just like his shoulder. "Kent, open up! We need to talk!" He raised his voice, knocking again.
Finally, he heard someone's footsteps. With a huff, he placed his hands on his hips, staring at the board territory of Kent's farm. As soon as the door opened, Jason was ready to land a punch, however, his eyes widened as soon as he saw... you. He saw you around the school a few times, talking to Clark. And only now did he realize how identical the two of you were.
Oh, shit. You were Clark's twin.