Clark walked through the halls of Smallville High. He was pleasantly surprised, when he arrived at his locker, to see Lana Lang waiting for him.
"Hi Lana! What's up?"
"Not much. Actually, I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I know Whitney's a senior, but he's having trouble keeping up with math this year, because of the whole thing with his dad, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to come over tomorrow and study with us?"
"Oh...I don't know Lana. Whitney and I aren't exactly friends."
"I know. I'm sorry, it's just...I didn't know who else to ask. He's embarrassed about it, but he really needs to raise his grade or he can't play through the season. Besides, I'd be there. He wouldn't say anything."
"Okay Lana."
"Thanks so much, Clark." She flashed him a brilliant smile. "Oh, and he doesn't know I'm asking you, so don't say anything."
"Alright, so I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yeah, come by around 8:00. Nell's out of town for the weekend, so we'll have the house to ourselves. Oh god, I'm going to be late for Physics. Thanks again Clark! See you later!"
It was Saturday evening and Clark Kent was in his loft, looking through his telescope at his beautiful neighbor, Lana Lang. It was 7:00 and he still had an hour left before he had to go over to Lana's house. He watched as Whitney pulled up in his truck. Lana got up off the porch seat and walked towards him. He surprised her with a bouquet of yellow tulips and she laughed in delight and pulled him in for a long kiss. Clark turned away. He sat there for a few moments, alone in the aptly titled Fortress Of Solitude. Then he sighed, trying to forget about her, the perfect girl who haunted his dreams, and walked back into the house.
It was 7:45. Clark was trying desperately to pass the fifteen minutes until he was to meet Lana. And Whitney. It was the second part he wasn't thrilled about. He sighed inwardly and wondered why she was even with him. Whitney was a jerk. He didn't treat her as well as he should. She knew that, and yet she stayed with him. The wrong guy. When she should be with him. He could make her feel safe.
He walked outside towards Lana's house. The air around her house felt empty. A strange feeling overcame Clark as he stood in her yard. Something wasn't right. Clark used his X-Ray vision to see into the house. He scanned the first floor. Empty. And then Lana's bedroom.
And that's when he heard it, faintly. Screaming. It was Lana.
Whitney was on top of her. He pinned her wrists to the bed. She cried out.
"Whitney, stop it! Get off me! Whitney!" She was hysterical and crying. And then she started to scream.
"Shut the fuck up Lana! Shut up!" Whitney placed a hand to her mouth. Her eyes were filled with terror. He tore off her clothes until she lay on the bed in her bra and underwear.
Clark sped through the house and up the stairs. He tried to open the door. It was locked. He broke it down, and found himself standing in her bedroom. Whitney was on top of her, holding her down. Lana's eyes met his and pleaded with him to help her.
"Get off her!"
Whitney glared at him coldly.
Clark grabbed Whitney and threw him off her. He found Whitney's clothes and threw them at him.
"Get the hell out of here before I call the cops!"
Whitney ran out of the room.
And then it was just the two of them.
TBA?
"Hi Lana! What's up?"
"Not much. Actually, I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I know Whitney's a senior, but he's having trouble keeping up with math this year, because of the whole thing with his dad, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to come over tomorrow and study with us?"
"Oh...I don't know Lana. Whitney and I aren't exactly friends."
"I know. I'm sorry, it's just...I didn't know who else to ask. He's embarrassed about it, but he really needs to raise his grade or he can't play through the season. Besides, I'd be there. He wouldn't say anything."
"Okay Lana."
"Thanks so much, Clark." She flashed him a brilliant smile. "Oh, and he doesn't know I'm asking you, so don't say anything."
"Alright, so I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yeah, come by around 8:00. Nell's out of town for the weekend, so we'll have the house to ourselves. Oh god, I'm going to be late for Physics. Thanks again Clark! See you later!"
It was Saturday evening and Clark Kent was in his loft, looking through his telescope at his beautiful neighbor, Lana Lang. It was 7:00 and he still had an hour left before he had to go over to Lana's house. He watched as Whitney pulled up in his truck. Lana got up off the porch seat and walked towards him. He surprised her with a bouquet of yellow tulips and she laughed in delight and pulled him in for a long kiss. Clark turned away. He sat there for a few moments, alone in the aptly titled Fortress Of Solitude. Then he sighed, trying to forget about her, the perfect girl who haunted his dreams, and walked back into the house.
It was 7:45. Clark was trying desperately to pass the fifteen minutes until he was to meet Lana. And Whitney. It was the second part he wasn't thrilled about. He sighed inwardly and wondered why she was even with him. Whitney was a jerk. He didn't treat her as well as he should. She knew that, and yet she stayed with him. The wrong guy. When she should be with him. He could make her feel safe.
He walked outside towards Lana's house. The air around her house felt empty. A strange feeling overcame Clark as he stood in her yard. Something wasn't right. Clark used his X-Ray vision to see into the house. He scanned the first floor. Empty. And then Lana's bedroom.
And that's when he heard it, faintly. Screaming. It was Lana.
Whitney was on top of her. He pinned her wrists to the bed. She cried out.
"Whitney, stop it! Get off me! Whitney!" She was hysterical and crying. And then she started to scream.
"Shut the fuck up Lana! Shut up!" Whitney placed a hand to her mouth. Her eyes were filled with terror. He tore off her clothes until she lay on the bed in her bra and underwear.
Clark sped through the house and up the stairs. He tried to open the door. It was locked. He broke it down, and found himself standing in her bedroom. Whitney was on top of her, holding her down. Lana's eyes met his and pleaded with him to help her.
"Get off her!"
Whitney glared at him coldly.
Clark grabbed Whitney and threw him off her. He found Whitney's clothes and threw them at him.
"Get the hell out of here before I call the cops!"
Whitney ran out of the room.
And then it was just the two of them.
TBA?