Beep. Beep. BEEEEEP!
Chloe groaned and opened one eye to the annoying little box next to her bed. She quickly turned off her alarm clock and sat up, trying to get her caffeine depleted brain working. The blond reporter got up and trudged to the coffee machine on her dresser, getting her first fix of the day ready. In anyone else's bedroom, a coffee machine would seem strange. Not Chloe Sullivan though. Caffeine was her great love, caffeine and Clark Kent. If she could just combine the two she'd be at heavens doorstep.
"Chloe! Breakfast is ready," her dad called from downstairs. "Okay Dad, thanks." She shook her head. Gabe Sullivan was trying to be more active in Chloe's life. After her near death experience with that psycho cop who kidnapped her, Gabe was making sure nothing could hurt is daughter again. He had suddenly become ultra nosey, asking her where she was going all the time. He'd actually tried to hire a bodyguard for her.
She declined that idea quickly. With Clark around, nothing could touch her. She'd realized that after he found and rescued her. She owed him her life; she also owed him her heart. If only that dense farm boy would realize it!
Sighing, she jumped into her shower stall quickly. She washed herself as fast as she could. It took a lot longer to shower when you stopped every twenty seconds to stick your head out of the shower curtain for another sip of coffee.
Thanks to years of experience, Chloe managed to shower and be ready for school in less than ten minutes. Flying down the stairs wearing her classic overcoat, skirt, and knee-high boots, she rushed for the door. "Please God," she prayed, "let me get past him without having to swallow one of his horrible vitamin shakes."
God must have had a sense of humor because Gabe caught his fleeing daughter's arm. "Whoa there, you can't leave without your vitamin shake. Come on, I didn't even put calamari in it this time. Go on, you need your strength." Gabe thrust the glass containing the strange red liquid into Chloe's hand.
Chloe almost shook her fist at the ceiling. Thank you God, thank you so bloody much! She wouldn't have tried to stomach the awful shakes if it wasn't for the completely well meaning face her dad put on every morning. He was trying so hard to help her. "Oh, ah, thanks dad. Here's to good health." Before she would let her mind register what she was putting in her mouth, she downed the whole shake and slammed the glass down on the table. Her gag reflex almost knocked her to the floor.
Gabe frowned slightly. "Okay, next time I won't mix the Cocoa Puffs with the scrambled eggs before putting the milk in. Sorry about that sweetie. You'd better hurry; you'll be late for school. Have a good day." He kissed her forehead then ushered her out to the driveway.
"Murder! Help, I've been Murdered." Chloe's thoughts continued to revolve around the horrible taste in her mouth. Once she was out of her father's sight she poured the rest of the coffee from her Bugs Bunny thermos straight down her throat. "At least the scalding flesh will keep me from tasting anymore."
Still reeling from the horrible shake, she made her way down to the awaiting school bus. She hopped inside and made her way back to where Pete and Clark were sitting. She plopped into the seat in front of them and turned around. "Hey guys, what's new?"
Both the guys had the same expression on their face. It was somewhere between hysterical laughter and utter terror. Clark was the first to speak. "Ah, cough, Chloe, cough, cough, your breath is a little, cough, bad." Clark imitated gagging sounds while Pete pretended to retch on Clark's shoes.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Very funny. You know I can't get away from Super Dad without the morning vitamin shake. Is my breath that bad?"
Pete sarcasm went full swing. "Is Lex Luthor bald?"
Chloe smacked Pete's head and reached in her bag for a pack of gum. "Let's see. Caffeine pills, Jolt Cola, Coffee flavored lip stick, coffee coupons, Beanery flyers, ahh, gum." Chloe pulled out one of her pieces of gum and slowly, seductively pushed it into her mouth with one finger and then lightly sucked on it as she pulled it out. "That should get Clark's attention," she thought.
Clark was looking out the window, enjoying the passing scenery. He wasn't even paying attention to her. Sheldon "Pimple Popper" Edwards was watching Chloe intently, though. He started breathing hard and flashed her a smile. Orange gunk from Cheetos was wedged between his braces and he had a particularly large pimple on the end of his nose. He was a real lady- killer.
Chloe gagged again. She couldn't decide which was the lesser of two evils. The Sullivan vitamin shake or Sheldon "Noximas for babies" Edwards. She averted her eyes back to Clark and sighed. He was still looking out the window. Pete was practically rolling in the seat. He'd caught Chloe's little gum seduction of Sheldon "Pimples are a sign of Intelligence" Edwards.
"Shut it Pete!" She delivered another blow to his skull. Her thoughts turned evil. "Dammit Pete! Axes, death, pain. God, I wish you were born without a mouth." Chloe shook her head as he continued to laugh. A stray strand of her blond hair fell in her face. She contemptuously blew it back into place. She caught Clark looking at her. He blushed slightly and peered back out the window. "Wha? Hey, was he looking at m-"
The bus screeched to a surprise stop and Chloe rebounded off the seat behind her. The bus driver snarled. "Darn'it Sullivan. How many times have I told you to face forwards at all times? I swear, I'm not gonna take the blame when you break your neck." The bus driver, Butch, was a very unsavory woman of forty-three.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Sorry Butch, ah, I mean Ms. Whales." Chloe felt her blood boiling. "Gee," she thought, "I wonder why a real catch like you is still single?" Chloe frowned and faced forward. She could hear Pete snickering behind her. Ass.
Butch yanked the bus door open and awaited the new occupant to get on. Nothing happened. Butch yelled. "Come on string bean, I haven't got all day!" Butch's grating voice forced the poor girl to run onto the bus.
The new girl froze at the beginning of the bus. "This is always the hardest part," she thought. "Okay Diana, just find a friendly face. Any face." Diana slowly wandered to the back of the bus. Each time she made eye contact with a girl and smiled she got a cold stare. "Friendly bunch."
It wasn't that Diana wasn't ugly or anything. She was actually quite beautiful. Rounding the last bend of puberty, she stood at 5'11 with black hair and icy blue eyes. Her skin was lightly tanned from her previous home. She wore Coke-bottle framed glasses, but her body made up for that. Her arms were firm and lightly toned, her stomach, just peering from under her "Angel" shirt was well defined with her navel pierced with a single diamond stud. Her leather-clad legs started to shake. "Oh god, please don't make me stand." She pushed her long curly hair away from her face and spotted a really hot guy checking her out. Normally, she wouldn't even look in his direction. This time, she couldn't help herself.
Clark's jaw was open. His palms were sweaty and he'd forgotten if he'd brushed his teeth before leaving the house. "She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. God, she makes Lana look like Sheldon's twin sister." The new girl was just three rows away now. "Okay Kent think. Say something witty, something truly intelligent."
Diana walked straight towards the hot guy looking at her. Actually, she felt pulled towards him. "Whoa there body, stop! Hey, I'm the brain and I'm telling you to STOP! Insurrection!!!" Diana's body literally threw her at the guy staring at her. She finally shoved her arms out and stopped herself one seat before him. "Uhh, is anyone sitting here?"
Chloe looked up, flabbergasted. The most beautiful girl she'd ever seen was making eyes at Clark and now she wanted to sit in front of him. "DIE BITCH!!!" Chloe ignored her thoughts. "Sure, have a seat. My name's Chloe Sullivan. Behind me on the left is Clark Kent and on the right that idiot is Pete Ross. It's nice to meet you."
Chloe's eyes narrowed another fraction. This new girl was still looking at Clark. "Hey! You better sit down before Whale Tail over there comes back here." Chloe was getting really angry now. She was finally beginning to get somewhere with Clark and now this happens. Chloe looked up at the ceiling of the bus. "Thanks again God."
Diana, though she knew it was rude, stared openly at Clark Kent. She'd never seen someone so utterly amazing. His fashion sense sucked, but he made up for it with soft blue eyes, a strong jaw line, and mess of Raven black hair and the most amazing smile she'd ever seen. She opened her mouth to say something, but only air came out. The annoying blond girl next to her was trying to say something. "Shut up Blondie, I'm ogling here!"
Clark didn't know what to do. This amazing girl was just staring at him. He did a mental check of himself. "Okay, I showered this morning. I'm wearing clean clothes, my boots are shined. I did brush, my mouths minty. Why is she staring at me like that? Oh God, my fly. My flys undone." Clark as nonchalantly as possible ran his hand along the seem of his fly. "Nope, zipped. What is she staring at?"
He decided to take the offensive in this staring contest. He looked right back at her. His eyes froze in place, not by choice. She was, he couldn't think of a better word, ravishing. Her eyes held an intelligent quality, like she was sizing him up. She had this cute little nose that pointed up slightly, like Clark's favorite actress Denise Richards. Her lips were full and slightly moist. Her body was great, but Clark being the old fashioned gentleman, didn't look below her neck.
Diana finally snapped out of her coma-like stare. "Sorry. Hi, I'm Diana Prince. I was just transferred here. I'm a foreign exchange student. I'm supposed to be staying with the Kents for the next three months. Is that your family Clark?" Please let it be your family.
Pete was dumbfounded. What the hell had Clark done to deserve her? He would be spending the next three months with her? Holy Crap. Pete noticed that Clark's jaw was open. He decided to play matchmaker. "Yup, that's Clark's family alright. Clark's such a great guy, I'm sure you'll have fun with him. His parents are great too, Jonathon and Martha. They own a farm, so I hope you like the outdoors."
Diana smiled. Clark swooned. Chloe gritted her teeth. Pete smiled like an idiot. Butch screamed at the top of her lungs. "String Bean! Sit your little butt down, NOW!" Diana hit the seat so hard that Chloe bounced in the air.
Diana smiled innocently. "Oops, sorry about that Chloe. I'm so glad you guys warmed up to me a little bit. It's so hard coming to a new school and trying to make friends." Diana patted Chloe's arm good-naturedly and didn't see the "I'm going to kill you and stuff you in a trash compactor" look Chloe was giving her. Chloe vowed that this new girl was going down. There was only enough room in Clark's heart for one girl. That girl was going to be her.
The bus drove on towards Smallville High School.
Hey guys, I read your reviews and had to agree. I need a beta reader, pretty damn bad too. If any of you are interested please let me know. I'd be glad to do this same for you. I aced all my English classes, but I just don't apply any of it to my own writing. I think that applying every nuance and character to a story sucks some of the fun out of it. Come on, whose gonna read a story that begins with a Thesis statement?
Thanks for the reviews guys.
-I. Savant
Chloe groaned and opened one eye to the annoying little box next to her bed. She quickly turned off her alarm clock and sat up, trying to get her caffeine depleted brain working. The blond reporter got up and trudged to the coffee machine on her dresser, getting her first fix of the day ready. In anyone else's bedroom, a coffee machine would seem strange. Not Chloe Sullivan though. Caffeine was her great love, caffeine and Clark Kent. If she could just combine the two she'd be at heavens doorstep.
"Chloe! Breakfast is ready," her dad called from downstairs. "Okay Dad, thanks." She shook her head. Gabe Sullivan was trying to be more active in Chloe's life. After her near death experience with that psycho cop who kidnapped her, Gabe was making sure nothing could hurt is daughter again. He had suddenly become ultra nosey, asking her where she was going all the time. He'd actually tried to hire a bodyguard for her.
She declined that idea quickly. With Clark around, nothing could touch her. She'd realized that after he found and rescued her. She owed him her life; she also owed him her heart. If only that dense farm boy would realize it!
Sighing, she jumped into her shower stall quickly. She washed herself as fast as she could. It took a lot longer to shower when you stopped every twenty seconds to stick your head out of the shower curtain for another sip of coffee.
Thanks to years of experience, Chloe managed to shower and be ready for school in less than ten minutes. Flying down the stairs wearing her classic overcoat, skirt, and knee-high boots, she rushed for the door. "Please God," she prayed, "let me get past him without having to swallow one of his horrible vitamin shakes."
God must have had a sense of humor because Gabe caught his fleeing daughter's arm. "Whoa there, you can't leave without your vitamin shake. Come on, I didn't even put calamari in it this time. Go on, you need your strength." Gabe thrust the glass containing the strange red liquid into Chloe's hand.
Chloe almost shook her fist at the ceiling. Thank you God, thank you so bloody much! She wouldn't have tried to stomach the awful shakes if it wasn't for the completely well meaning face her dad put on every morning. He was trying so hard to help her. "Oh, ah, thanks dad. Here's to good health." Before she would let her mind register what she was putting in her mouth, she downed the whole shake and slammed the glass down on the table. Her gag reflex almost knocked her to the floor.
Gabe frowned slightly. "Okay, next time I won't mix the Cocoa Puffs with the scrambled eggs before putting the milk in. Sorry about that sweetie. You'd better hurry; you'll be late for school. Have a good day." He kissed her forehead then ushered her out to the driveway.
"Murder! Help, I've been Murdered." Chloe's thoughts continued to revolve around the horrible taste in her mouth. Once she was out of her father's sight she poured the rest of the coffee from her Bugs Bunny thermos straight down her throat. "At least the scalding flesh will keep me from tasting anymore."
Still reeling from the horrible shake, she made her way down to the awaiting school bus. She hopped inside and made her way back to where Pete and Clark were sitting. She plopped into the seat in front of them and turned around. "Hey guys, what's new?"
Both the guys had the same expression on their face. It was somewhere between hysterical laughter and utter terror. Clark was the first to speak. "Ah, cough, Chloe, cough, cough, your breath is a little, cough, bad." Clark imitated gagging sounds while Pete pretended to retch on Clark's shoes.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Very funny. You know I can't get away from Super Dad without the morning vitamin shake. Is my breath that bad?"
Pete sarcasm went full swing. "Is Lex Luthor bald?"
Chloe smacked Pete's head and reached in her bag for a pack of gum. "Let's see. Caffeine pills, Jolt Cola, Coffee flavored lip stick, coffee coupons, Beanery flyers, ahh, gum." Chloe pulled out one of her pieces of gum and slowly, seductively pushed it into her mouth with one finger and then lightly sucked on it as she pulled it out. "That should get Clark's attention," she thought.
Clark was looking out the window, enjoying the passing scenery. He wasn't even paying attention to her. Sheldon "Pimple Popper" Edwards was watching Chloe intently, though. He started breathing hard and flashed her a smile. Orange gunk from Cheetos was wedged between his braces and he had a particularly large pimple on the end of his nose. He was a real lady- killer.
Chloe gagged again. She couldn't decide which was the lesser of two evils. The Sullivan vitamin shake or Sheldon "Noximas for babies" Edwards. She averted her eyes back to Clark and sighed. He was still looking out the window. Pete was practically rolling in the seat. He'd caught Chloe's little gum seduction of Sheldon "Pimples are a sign of Intelligence" Edwards.
"Shut it Pete!" She delivered another blow to his skull. Her thoughts turned evil. "Dammit Pete! Axes, death, pain. God, I wish you were born without a mouth." Chloe shook her head as he continued to laugh. A stray strand of her blond hair fell in her face. She contemptuously blew it back into place. She caught Clark looking at her. He blushed slightly and peered back out the window. "Wha? Hey, was he looking at m-"
The bus screeched to a surprise stop and Chloe rebounded off the seat behind her. The bus driver snarled. "Darn'it Sullivan. How many times have I told you to face forwards at all times? I swear, I'm not gonna take the blame when you break your neck." The bus driver, Butch, was a very unsavory woman of forty-three.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Sorry Butch, ah, I mean Ms. Whales." Chloe felt her blood boiling. "Gee," she thought, "I wonder why a real catch like you is still single?" Chloe frowned and faced forward. She could hear Pete snickering behind her. Ass.
Butch yanked the bus door open and awaited the new occupant to get on. Nothing happened. Butch yelled. "Come on string bean, I haven't got all day!" Butch's grating voice forced the poor girl to run onto the bus.
The new girl froze at the beginning of the bus. "This is always the hardest part," she thought. "Okay Diana, just find a friendly face. Any face." Diana slowly wandered to the back of the bus. Each time she made eye contact with a girl and smiled she got a cold stare. "Friendly bunch."
It wasn't that Diana wasn't ugly or anything. She was actually quite beautiful. Rounding the last bend of puberty, she stood at 5'11 with black hair and icy blue eyes. Her skin was lightly tanned from her previous home. She wore Coke-bottle framed glasses, but her body made up for that. Her arms were firm and lightly toned, her stomach, just peering from under her "Angel" shirt was well defined with her navel pierced with a single diamond stud. Her leather-clad legs started to shake. "Oh god, please don't make me stand." She pushed her long curly hair away from her face and spotted a really hot guy checking her out. Normally, she wouldn't even look in his direction. This time, she couldn't help herself.
Clark's jaw was open. His palms were sweaty and he'd forgotten if he'd brushed his teeth before leaving the house. "She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. God, she makes Lana look like Sheldon's twin sister." The new girl was just three rows away now. "Okay Kent think. Say something witty, something truly intelligent."
Diana walked straight towards the hot guy looking at her. Actually, she felt pulled towards him. "Whoa there body, stop! Hey, I'm the brain and I'm telling you to STOP! Insurrection!!!" Diana's body literally threw her at the guy staring at her. She finally shoved her arms out and stopped herself one seat before him. "Uhh, is anyone sitting here?"
Chloe looked up, flabbergasted. The most beautiful girl she'd ever seen was making eyes at Clark and now she wanted to sit in front of him. "DIE BITCH!!!" Chloe ignored her thoughts. "Sure, have a seat. My name's Chloe Sullivan. Behind me on the left is Clark Kent and on the right that idiot is Pete Ross. It's nice to meet you."
Chloe's eyes narrowed another fraction. This new girl was still looking at Clark. "Hey! You better sit down before Whale Tail over there comes back here." Chloe was getting really angry now. She was finally beginning to get somewhere with Clark and now this happens. Chloe looked up at the ceiling of the bus. "Thanks again God."
Diana, though she knew it was rude, stared openly at Clark Kent. She'd never seen someone so utterly amazing. His fashion sense sucked, but he made up for it with soft blue eyes, a strong jaw line, and mess of Raven black hair and the most amazing smile she'd ever seen. She opened her mouth to say something, but only air came out. The annoying blond girl next to her was trying to say something. "Shut up Blondie, I'm ogling here!"
Clark didn't know what to do. This amazing girl was just staring at him. He did a mental check of himself. "Okay, I showered this morning. I'm wearing clean clothes, my boots are shined. I did brush, my mouths minty. Why is she staring at me like that? Oh God, my fly. My flys undone." Clark as nonchalantly as possible ran his hand along the seem of his fly. "Nope, zipped. What is she staring at?"
He decided to take the offensive in this staring contest. He looked right back at her. His eyes froze in place, not by choice. She was, he couldn't think of a better word, ravishing. Her eyes held an intelligent quality, like she was sizing him up. She had this cute little nose that pointed up slightly, like Clark's favorite actress Denise Richards. Her lips were full and slightly moist. Her body was great, but Clark being the old fashioned gentleman, didn't look below her neck.
Diana finally snapped out of her coma-like stare. "Sorry. Hi, I'm Diana Prince. I was just transferred here. I'm a foreign exchange student. I'm supposed to be staying with the Kents for the next three months. Is that your family Clark?" Please let it be your family.
Pete was dumbfounded. What the hell had Clark done to deserve her? He would be spending the next three months with her? Holy Crap. Pete noticed that Clark's jaw was open. He decided to play matchmaker. "Yup, that's Clark's family alright. Clark's such a great guy, I'm sure you'll have fun with him. His parents are great too, Jonathon and Martha. They own a farm, so I hope you like the outdoors."
Diana smiled. Clark swooned. Chloe gritted her teeth. Pete smiled like an idiot. Butch screamed at the top of her lungs. "String Bean! Sit your little butt down, NOW!" Diana hit the seat so hard that Chloe bounced in the air.
Diana smiled innocently. "Oops, sorry about that Chloe. I'm so glad you guys warmed up to me a little bit. It's so hard coming to a new school and trying to make friends." Diana patted Chloe's arm good-naturedly and didn't see the "I'm going to kill you and stuff you in a trash compactor" look Chloe was giving her. Chloe vowed that this new girl was going down. There was only enough room in Clark's heart for one girl. That girl was going to be her.
The bus drove on towards Smallville High School.
Hey guys, I read your reviews and had to agree. I need a beta reader, pretty damn bad too. If any of you are interested please let me know. I'd be glad to do this same for you. I aced all my English classes, but I just don't apply any of it to my own writing. I think that applying every nuance and character to a story sucks some of the fun out of it. Come on, whose gonna read a story that begins with a Thesis statement?
Thanks for the reviews guys.
-I. Savant