SmallVille - A New Point Of View
More apologies! I had a look at the last chapter I put up and good god it was cramped! It wasn't like that in word, so sorry if u got confused, but I don't have the time to update old chapters. Sorry!
Chapter 4
By the time that the bus arrived at the school, the bus had filled up with jostling, whistling, bored teenagers, Pete among them. Chloe had her parents drive them to school, as she always had a huge amount of work for the Torch newspaper each school day. Pete had met Maria, and he was also taken aback by how much like Lana she looked. It was even his opening statement.
"Wow! I mean, um." He bowed his head sheepishly as Maria turned her head away from the conversation she had been having with Clark.
"Hello?" she asked, uncertainly. Clark came to her rescue.
"Hiya, Pete. Maria, this is Pete, and Pete, this is Maria. Pete is my best friend, Maria. I have another at school, called Chloe. She's real nice, you'll like her," Pete's head still stayed bowed. "Won't she, Pete?"
Pete started. "Yeah, Yeah, you'll like her a bunch."
"Hey, move outta the way, homie!" a jock shouted at him as he pushed past. Pete, looking startled, sat down next to Maria.
"You look-" Pete started.
"-So much like Lana Lang. I know. Clark just told me about her. She seems - almost elevated." She grinned at Clark, who blushed.
Pete also grinned. "Yeah, he does go on a bit, don't he? Between you and me- " he bent his head close to her, "I think he likes her just a bit."
"Look, it's not like that!" Clark blushed further. "Anyway," he carried on hastily, "I need someone to help Maria on her way round school. Someone like."
"Me," sighed Pete. "Oh well, I always-"
"I'd prefer it," Maria butted in, "If I could go round with Clark today. He seems to be taking most of my classes today." She grinned at him.
"How'd you know what classes I'm taking?" Clark asked suspiciously. "I haven't even taken my timetable out yet. Neither have you," he said, staring at her bag.
"Well, I, um, I," she stuttered, flustered.
"Oh, I know," Pete said, waving his hand in the air, which immediately attracted a spitball to it. Pete shook his hand. "That's not funny, Williams!" he shouted up the bus at a small kid reloading his peashooter. He grinned at Pete.
"Ugh. I swear that guy is getting out of hand." Pete rubbed his hands on his trousers. "Anyway, I know how she saw your timetable, Clark."
"How?" Clark asked.
"She X-rayed your bag! Ha! Bet you can't beat that!"
Maria whitened. "Excuse me?"
"Well, you know, X-ray vision."
Clark whistled. "Hard, but I bet I can. She.um.Maria broke into my house, and had a look at my timetable!"
Pete shook his head. "Weak, Clark, but, yeah." He nodded.
"Could I just ask what you two are on about?" Maria asked.
"Oh, okay. We play a game see," Pete explained, pointing at himself and Clark. "And also our friend Chloe. See, loads of weird stuff happens in this town, so everything ordinary, we analyse and see if we can find another explanation of it. It's sort of fun. If it's good enough to be admitted by Chloe, she might even put the theory into the Newspaper. She's the editor." He swelled with pride, as if it was a good thing to know the editor of the local school newspaper.
"Um, did you two know you're both sort of weird?" Maria asked, looking at them strangely.
"Yeah, but it's a kind of weird we like," Pete said as the bus screeched to a stop at the school gates.
In the schoolyard, Chloe was waiting for Pete and Clark. She tapped her foot impatiently, looked at her watch, looked at the sky, and sighed. They were always late. Why did she bother waiting for them?
Because she was a good friend. Because they would both be disappointed. She sighed again as she came to the obvious answer. Because she loved the sight of Clark.
Chloe knew she could never have him as long as Lana Lang was around, but she felt that she could dream. What else could she do? Wait until Clark realised he was drooling over his own dream? Go out with Pete? She shook her head. She knew Pete secretly harboured feelings for her, but she also knew that he would never act upon them, and she hated actually asking a boy to go out with her. She preferred spontaneous, go-get-'em type of guys.
So why did she like Clark? She tapped her finger to her chin theatrically. Why indeed?
She was saved from answering this question as the person in question came round the corner of the building. She quickly dropped her gaze, and started rummaging in her bag.
Pete, Clark and Maria passed the corner of the building, and there was Chloe, rummaging in her bag to check, probably for the umpteenth time, in the small mirror she kept hidden whether she looked all right. He sighed mentally at the sight of her, but he knew he could never have her. She was hooked on Clark. He looked from Clark, to Maria, to Chloe. What was it with him? Was it the tall, dark and handsome thing or something? Pete never got many dates, but Clark had women throwing themselves at him, except for the one he wished would. His love, Lana Lang. He wished she would get her act together, dump the jock called Whitney, get it on with Clark, and then everything would be set. Chloe would be devastated, Pete would be the shoulder to cry on, boy gets the girl, etc. etc. Of course, he knew it would never happen. Chloe hardly ever showed emotion, even on some very drastic topic.
Except for her articles. And the weird things that kept happening. He wished that he could find the cause of all the weird things, so he could prove to Chloe that he was an excellent newspaper reporter. Then maybe he could get her as his partner. The possibilities then.
Chloe looked up from her bag, smiled her toothy smile, and waved. Clark waved back, and she dove her face back to the bag as they walked over. Pete grinned, and this was the first thing that Chloe saw before she shoved a stack of heavy newspapers into his open arms. He sagged under the weight, and then gazed in despair as she dumped more on top. He groaned.
"How exactly do you fit this into your bag, Chloe?!" Pete grumbled as he staggered along after his friends, who had started walking toward the faculty. "It's the size of a small mountain, weighs about the same, yet you carry your bag easily and it never bulges! What gives?"
"Stop complaining, Pete. This is my revenge for you two always being late," Chloe said, as she dug out newspaper clippings and dumped them on top of Pete's already full hands, closing his mouth off as he started to say, "What, so I get blamed for - Ump!" "Hi, Clark," Chloe said, and grinned extra wide, while Pete rolled his eyes. "Hi, Lana," She gave an extra special look of distaste at her, without really looking at her. "Now, today -" She was cut off by Maria.
"I really need to see this Lana," Maria muttered.
Chloe looked at her closely. "Oh, my, God, I am so sorry! You look so much -"
"-like a friend of yours, I know. Clark mentioned it to me this morning. Along with Pete." She grinned at them both, but linked her arms with Clark's left one. Chloe scowled, but let it pass, for she was the new kid.
"Well, welcome, kid," Maria scowled at 'kid'. Good. Now Chloe knew what to use in the future. "Right now, we have loads of work to do."
"Chloe, um, sorry, but I have to show Maria around first. Enjoy, Pete!" Clark slapped the quivering pile of newspapers, which groaned. "See you later, Chloe." Clark walked off down the now full corridor, arm in arm with Maria."
"Yeah, she'll get her man alright," Chloe grumbled.
"What?" Pete spat out a few newspapers.
"Hum? Nothing Pete. Onwards to the editorial room!"
Well, What's it like?! Either it's the crash, or it's just my writing stinks, but either way, let me know!
More apologies! I had a look at the last chapter I put up and good god it was cramped! It wasn't like that in word, so sorry if u got confused, but I don't have the time to update old chapters. Sorry!
Chapter 4
By the time that the bus arrived at the school, the bus had filled up with jostling, whistling, bored teenagers, Pete among them. Chloe had her parents drive them to school, as she always had a huge amount of work for the Torch newspaper each school day. Pete had met Maria, and he was also taken aback by how much like Lana she looked. It was even his opening statement.
"Wow! I mean, um." He bowed his head sheepishly as Maria turned her head away from the conversation she had been having with Clark.
"Hello?" she asked, uncertainly. Clark came to her rescue.
"Hiya, Pete. Maria, this is Pete, and Pete, this is Maria. Pete is my best friend, Maria. I have another at school, called Chloe. She's real nice, you'll like her," Pete's head still stayed bowed. "Won't she, Pete?"
Pete started. "Yeah, Yeah, you'll like her a bunch."
"Hey, move outta the way, homie!" a jock shouted at him as he pushed past. Pete, looking startled, sat down next to Maria.
"You look-" Pete started.
"-So much like Lana Lang. I know. Clark just told me about her. She seems - almost elevated." She grinned at Clark, who blushed.
Pete also grinned. "Yeah, he does go on a bit, don't he? Between you and me- " he bent his head close to her, "I think he likes her just a bit."
"Look, it's not like that!" Clark blushed further. "Anyway," he carried on hastily, "I need someone to help Maria on her way round school. Someone like."
"Me," sighed Pete. "Oh well, I always-"
"I'd prefer it," Maria butted in, "If I could go round with Clark today. He seems to be taking most of my classes today." She grinned at him.
"How'd you know what classes I'm taking?" Clark asked suspiciously. "I haven't even taken my timetable out yet. Neither have you," he said, staring at her bag.
"Well, I, um, I," she stuttered, flustered.
"Oh, I know," Pete said, waving his hand in the air, which immediately attracted a spitball to it. Pete shook his hand. "That's not funny, Williams!" he shouted up the bus at a small kid reloading his peashooter. He grinned at Pete.
"Ugh. I swear that guy is getting out of hand." Pete rubbed his hands on his trousers. "Anyway, I know how she saw your timetable, Clark."
"How?" Clark asked.
"She X-rayed your bag! Ha! Bet you can't beat that!"
Maria whitened. "Excuse me?"
"Well, you know, X-ray vision."
Clark whistled. "Hard, but I bet I can. She.um.Maria broke into my house, and had a look at my timetable!"
Pete shook his head. "Weak, Clark, but, yeah." He nodded.
"Could I just ask what you two are on about?" Maria asked.
"Oh, okay. We play a game see," Pete explained, pointing at himself and Clark. "And also our friend Chloe. See, loads of weird stuff happens in this town, so everything ordinary, we analyse and see if we can find another explanation of it. It's sort of fun. If it's good enough to be admitted by Chloe, she might even put the theory into the Newspaper. She's the editor." He swelled with pride, as if it was a good thing to know the editor of the local school newspaper.
"Um, did you two know you're both sort of weird?" Maria asked, looking at them strangely.
"Yeah, but it's a kind of weird we like," Pete said as the bus screeched to a stop at the school gates.
In the schoolyard, Chloe was waiting for Pete and Clark. She tapped her foot impatiently, looked at her watch, looked at the sky, and sighed. They were always late. Why did she bother waiting for them?
Because she was a good friend. Because they would both be disappointed. She sighed again as she came to the obvious answer. Because she loved the sight of Clark.
Chloe knew she could never have him as long as Lana Lang was around, but she felt that she could dream. What else could she do? Wait until Clark realised he was drooling over his own dream? Go out with Pete? She shook her head. She knew Pete secretly harboured feelings for her, but she also knew that he would never act upon them, and she hated actually asking a boy to go out with her. She preferred spontaneous, go-get-'em type of guys.
So why did she like Clark? She tapped her finger to her chin theatrically. Why indeed?
She was saved from answering this question as the person in question came round the corner of the building. She quickly dropped her gaze, and started rummaging in her bag.
Pete, Clark and Maria passed the corner of the building, and there was Chloe, rummaging in her bag to check, probably for the umpteenth time, in the small mirror she kept hidden whether she looked all right. He sighed mentally at the sight of her, but he knew he could never have her. She was hooked on Clark. He looked from Clark, to Maria, to Chloe. What was it with him? Was it the tall, dark and handsome thing or something? Pete never got many dates, but Clark had women throwing themselves at him, except for the one he wished would. His love, Lana Lang. He wished she would get her act together, dump the jock called Whitney, get it on with Clark, and then everything would be set. Chloe would be devastated, Pete would be the shoulder to cry on, boy gets the girl, etc. etc. Of course, he knew it would never happen. Chloe hardly ever showed emotion, even on some very drastic topic.
Except for her articles. And the weird things that kept happening. He wished that he could find the cause of all the weird things, so he could prove to Chloe that he was an excellent newspaper reporter. Then maybe he could get her as his partner. The possibilities then.
Chloe looked up from her bag, smiled her toothy smile, and waved. Clark waved back, and she dove her face back to the bag as they walked over. Pete grinned, and this was the first thing that Chloe saw before she shoved a stack of heavy newspapers into his open arms. He sagged under the weight, and then gazed in despair as she dumped more on top. He groaned.
"How exactly do you fit this into your bag, Chloe?!" Pete grumbled as he staggered along after his friends, who had started walking toward the faculty. "It's the size of a small mountain, weighs about the same, yet you carry your bag easily and it never bulges! What gives?"
"Stop complaining, Pete. This is my revenge for you two always being late," Chloe said, as she dug out newspaper clippings and dumped them on top of Pete's already full hands, closing his mouth off as he started to say, "What, so I get blamed for - Ump!" "Hi, Clark," Chloe said, and grinned extra wide, while Pete rolled his eyes. "Hi, Lana," She gave an extra special look of distaste at her, without really looking at her. "Now, today -" She was cut off by Maria.
"I really need to see this Lana," Maria muttered.
Chloe looked at her closely. "Oh, my, God, I am so sorry! You look so much -"
"-like a friend of yours, I know. Clark mentioned it to me this morning. Along with Pete." She grinned at them both, but linked her arms with Clark's left one. Chloe scowled, but let it pass, for she was the new kid.
"Well, welcome, kid," Maria scowled at 'kid'. Good. Now Chloe knew what to use in the future. "Right now, we have loads of work to do."
"Chloe, um, sorry, but I have to show Maria around first. Enjoy, Pete!" Clark slapped the quivering pile of newspapers, which groaned. "See you later, Chloe." Clark walked off down the now full corridor, arm in arm with Maria."
"Yeah, she'll get her man alright," Chloe grumbled.
"What?" Pete spat out a few newspapers.
"Hum? Nothing Pete. Onwards to the editorial room!"
Well, What's it like?! Either it's the crash, or it's just my writing stinks, but either way, let me know!