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DESTRUCTIVE DECEPTIONS

Clark Kent rang the doorbell at the Lang house. Lana opened it, her black hair swinging. She leaned up to kiss her boyfriend. "What are you doing here so late?" She inquired sweetly.

Clark smiled. "I missed you." Lana's face lit up and she kissed Clark again. She clasped Clark's hand in hers and pulled him inside, closing the door behind him.

Across the street, a man hidden in the darkness of the trees took a long drag from his cigarette. Whitney Fordman angrily tossed the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, imagining Clark under his foot. "Damn you, Kent. You stole Lana from me, but I swear I'll get her back." With his vow fresh in mind, he stalked off towards home.

A few blocks over, Chloe Sullivan printed out her finished article. Sighing, she checked her Buddy List. You're never on-line anymore, Clark, she thought sullenly. She picked up her phone and began dialing the Kent farm.

The kind voice of Martha Kent came through the receiver. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Kent, it's Chloe."

"How are you, dear?"

I'm fine. Is Clark home?"

"No, I'm sorry, he's not."

"Oh," Chloe said disappointedly.

"I think he's at Lana's," Chloe said, her anger and resentment barely concealed. "Goodbye, Mrs. Kent," she said and hung up the phone abruptly.

"Damn you, Lana," she fumed and threw her phone against the wall, breaking it. She grabbed her yearbook and flipped through the pages furiously, finally coming upon a full-page photo of Lana Lang. She tore the page out and stuffed it in her wastebasket. It wasn't fair! She'd loved Clark since fourth grade, and the Lang Bitch just strung him along until Whitney left, and then she stole him! Her rage subsided and she leaned on her windowsill, breathing the night air of Kansas. As she gazed, she saw Whitney walking up the street.

The next day at Smallville High School, Chloe stared at Clark and Lana, completely ignoring Pete Ross. As she looked across the cafeteria, she saw something even more significant than Clark and Lana: someone staring at them with familiar anger. And that someone was Whitney Fordman.

Whitney slowly bit into his cheeseburger and began to chew with even tasting it.

Jack Bronson nudged his shoulder. "Hey Whit, you okay?" He traced Whitney's gaze. "Man, you've got to get over that chick. She's with Kent now."

Whitney turned his glare on his friend. "I know that," he said, biting off each word. "I mean, I went on vacation for six weeks, and when I came back, I saw Lana making out with Kent at the Talon."

Jack sighed exasperatedly. "I know Whit, you told me a thousand times. But like I told you, she's dating Kent now."

Whitney's steely expression didn't change. "I...don't...care. She was mine before, and she'll be mine again," he vowed as he ate the last of his cheeseburger.

"Whatever, man," Jack chuckled and began talking to his other friends. That was when he saw Chloe Sullivan staring at the same sickeningly happy couple, and at him.

Whenever Whitney was near Lana and Kent, he'd glance to see if Chloe was staring, too. And she was, she always was. As he glanced at Chloe for the hundredth time, an idea began to come together in the blond jock's brain. He chuckled to himself.

Chloe put the Torch to bed and headed to Main Street for coffee at the Beanery. She couldn't bear to go to the Talon anymore, not since she'd seen Clark and Lana making out in a back room. As she slumped into a booth, Zoe the waitress brought her a steaming cup of coffee. "Zoe, what do you do when the guy you love is seeing another girl, especially one who doesn't deserve him?" Chloe asked miserably.

Zoe looked eyes with the teenage reporter. "I cut off all her hair." Seeing Chloe's mortified expression, she started laughing. "Just kidding! If they're not right for each other, eventually it'll burn out." With that, she rushed back to her job.

"That's not good enough for me," Chloe muttered to herself.

Just then, Whitney walked into the Beanery and sat down across from Chloe.

"What do you want?" She snapped nastily.

"I've got a business deal for you."

"What?"

"Look, you want Kent. And I want Lana back," he explained.

"So?" Chloe asked, bored.

Whitney chuckled. "Divide and conquer. We break them up, and comfort them in their sadness."

Chloe smiled a cruel glint in her eyes as she imagined comforting Clark...in bed. She extended her hand, and they shook. "What do you have in mind?"

TBC

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