!!! Once again, I don't own Smallville or any of the characters. If I did,
then Chloe would be the main character ;P !!!
oOo Chloe oOo
"Oh yea – Chloe, I hope you don't mind, but I invited Lana to come with us tonight. Is 7:00 ok?"
I have so many thoughts racing through my mind at this point that I just sit there…speechless. I finally jump back from disbelief in Clark's corrupt yet naïve invitation of Lana on our DATE. Date…ya know…like lovers- going-out date? Not invite-some-prettier-girl-to-go-with-you-so-you-can- piss-your-girlfriend-off date?? The first thing I want to shout at him is 'WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING??'
"Chloe…?"
"Uhmmm…actually Clark, I don't think I can make it tonight. I just remembered that I have an important paper due tomorrow. I'm really sorry. I guess I'll just have to take a rain check."
Dammit….why me???
Clark gives me one of his weakening smiles that makes me tingle. "It's ok Chloe. Good luck with that paper." Clark eyes my forehead and glances back down at me.
"Are you ok Chloe? Are you sure you just fell asleep?"
I think I'll go dig a hole in a dark and dirty corner so I can hide my bruised ego from the world. Thank you, Clark.
"I'm fine Clark. I just didn't get much sleep last night cuz I kinda got caught up in the Torch and everything again."
Sometimes, I think I should be an actor, but then I remember that I love journalism too much. I heard Lana and Clark talking in front of me, and his stupidity just disappointed me. I couldn't have been all that surprised, being that he does tend to blow me off one too many times. I went to rest my head on the desk to ease my aching mind, but the desk snuck up on me. I guess I didn't expect the desk to be so high up, either that or I'm just too short. Doesn't matter, because I still embarrassed myself. Rethinking my career, I decide that maybe I should become a clown.
The bell rings, and Clark and I both get up from our seats. We walk out of the classroom and he stops me in the hall.
"I really wish you would rest enough." He looks at me and smirks. "Who knows – maybe next time it happens your lunch will be in front of you."
I laugh as I look over to my left, trying to dodge Clark's smile. I really don't want my legs to become jelly in the halls, because then I might just fall and embarrass myself twice within the same half hour. I look back up at Clark to be greeted with an unsuspected gaze into my eyes, and with no hint of a smile or lack of seriousness. Clark breaks his gaze only to lean forward and welcome my now only slightly red forehead with a gentle kiss. He carries his head back up and starts to walk away, but soon turns to wave his hand to say bye. He spins back around and continues walking through the mob of people in the hall.
That's twice that Clark has stunned me today. But this time it's a change for the better. Where was that sympathy 15 minutes ago when you invited Lana? I stand there in the hall and look down at my feet, still facing the way that Clark walked away. Maybe Clark isn't so bad after all. Perhaps I'll go to the gym later on account of my good mood.
When I bring my head up, I see Lana walking with Clark. But who cares, Chloe, because it doesn't mean anything. They are just friends. Besides, who just got kissed on the forehead??
Lana turns to Clark and looks down at the floor. The face that comes back up to meet Clark's eyes isn't the same familiar Lana. It's a serious and cheerless look, one that doesn't belong on Lana. She starts to speak to Clark, but I have no clue what's going on. I'm a pretty good journalist, but so good as to be able to read lips from down the hall is just impossible.
Lana continues to talk and soon stops speaking to Clark, and a somewhat shocked gaze sets upon his face. He snaps out of it after a second to mumble something, then he reaches out for Lana and embraces with her for a good minute. Wait, now your being unfair. My kiss was at most 2 seconds long, but Lana gets a whole minute!!! She pulls back a little, but they still have their hands on each others' hips. Clark…you sonofabich…(no offense Mrs. Kent).
My face gets a little hot, so I turn to walk away when the late bell rings. Poop…late to 6th period. And my boyfriend is feeling on the sweetest and prettiest girl in school. Nevermind about the gym. Tonight is going to involve me, ice cream, and lots of depressive romantic movies.
Just then my cell phone starts beeping to the tune of "Save Me" by Remy Zero in my bag. My hand takes a dive to search for it, and fortunately it doesn't take too long. I look at the screen to see that the number is blocked, which strikes me as odd. Nobody has their numbers blocked in Smallville – nobody is THAT advanced in a small country town. A light bulb brightens in my head as I hit the answer button on the cell.
"Hello?"
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Thanx to the few of you who read and the even fewer bunch who reviewed. This is my first fanfic so I don't know what to say here besides the fact that there is A LOT more to come – and don't worry – I should be updating the next chapter within a couple of days. PLEASE review – Thanx again!!
oOo Chloe oOo
"Oh yea – Chloe, I hope you don't mind, but I invited Lana to come with us tonight. Is 7:00 ok?"
I have so many thoughts racing through my mind at this point that I just sit there…speechless. I finally jump back from disbelief in Clark's corrupt yet naïve invitation of Lana on our DATE. Date…ya know…like lovers- going-out date? Not invite-some-prettier-girl-to-go-with-you-so-you-can- piss-your-girlfriend-off date?? The first thing I want to shout at him is 'WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING??'
"Chloe…?"
"Uhmmm…actually Clark, I don't think I can make it tonight. I just remembered that I have an important paper due tomorrow. I'm really sorry. I guess I'll just have to take a rain check."
Dammit….why me???
Clark gives me one of his weakening smiles that makes me tingle. "It's ok Chloe. Good luck with that paper." Clark eyes my forehead and glances back down at me.
"Are you ok Chloe? Are you sure you just fell asleep?"
I think I'll go dig a hole in a dark and dirty corner so I can hide my bruised ego from the world. Thank you, Clark.
"I'm fine Clark. I just didn't get much sleep last night cuz I kinda got caught up in the Torch and everything again."
Sometimes, I think I should be an actor, but then I remember that I love journalism too much. I heard Lana and Clark talking in front of me, and his stupidity just disappointed me. I couldn't have been all that surprised, being that he does tend to blow me off one too many times. I went to rest my head on the desk to ease my aching mind, but the desk snuck up on me. I guess I didn't expect the desk to be so high up, either that or I'm just too short. Doesn't matter, because I still embarrassed myself. Rethinking my career, I decide that maybe I should become a clown.
The bell rings, and Clark and I both get up from our seats. We walk out of the classroom and he stops me in the hall.
"I really wish you would rest enough." He looks at me and smirks. "Who knows – maybe next time it happens your lunch will be in front of you."
I laugh as I look over to my left, trying to dodge Clark's smile. I really don't want my legs to become jelly in the halls, because then I might just fall and embarrass myself twice within the same half hour. I look back up at Clark to be greeted with an unsuspected gaze into my eyes, and with no hint of a smile or lack of seriousness. Clark breaks his gaze only to lean forward and welcome my now only slightly red forehead with a gentle kiss. He carries his head back up and starts to walk away, but soon turns to wave his hand to say bye. He spins back around and continues walking through the mob of people in the hall.
That's twice that Clark has stunned me today. But this time it's a change for the better. Where was that sympathy 15 minutes ago when you invited Lana? I stand there in the hall and look down at my feet, still facing the way that Clark walked away. Maybe Clark isn't so bad after all. Perhaps I'll go to the gym later on account of my good mood.
When I bring my head up, I see Lana walking with Clark. But who cares, Chloe, because it doesn't mean anything. They are just friends. Besides, who just got kissed on the forehead??
Lana turns to Clark and looks down at the floor. The face that comes back up to meet Clark's eyes isn't the same familiar Lana. It's a serious and cheerless look, one that doesn't belong on Lana. She starts to speak to Clark, but I have no clue what's going on. I'm a pretty good journalist, but so good as to be able to read lips from down the hall is just impossible.
Lana continues to talk and soon stops speaking to Clark, and a somewhat shocked gaze sets upon his face. He snaps out of it after a second to mumble something, then he reaches out for Lana and embraces with her for a good minute. Wait, now your being unfair. My kiss was at most 2 seconds long, but Lana gets a whole minute!!! She pulls back a little, but they still have their hands on each others' hips. Clark…you sonofabich…(no offense Mrs. Kent).
My face gets a little hot, so I turn to walk away when the late bell rings. Poop…late to 6th period. And my boyfriend is feeling on the sweetest and prettiest girl in school. Nevermind about the gym. Tonight is going to involve me, ice cream, and lots of depressive romantic movies.
Just then my cell phone starts beeping to the tune of "Save Me" by Remy Zero in my bag. My hand takes a dive to search for it, and fortunately it doesn't take too long. I look at the screen to see that the number is blocked, which strikes me as odd. Nobody has their numbers blocked in Smallville – nobody is THAT advanced in a small country town. A light bulb brightens in my head as I hit the answer button on the cell.
"Hello?"
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Thanx to the few of you who read and the even fewer bunch who reviewed. This is my first fanfic so I don't know what to say here besides the fact that there is A LOT more to come – and don't worry – I should be updating the next chapter within a couple of days. PLEASE review – Thanx again!!