Disclaimer: I dont own any thing related to Smallville... maybe if Smallville was in Tennessee I could own Clark (sigh)
Summery: Clark finds out who knows his secret and what he wants
Note: Thanks for all the support guys!! When my plot starts to take a downward spiral tell me and I'll stop embarrassing myself by sending these in.
Clark walked quickly through the lunchroom, clutching the note in his sweaty hand. He eagerly scanned the tables looking for Lana and then he spotted her sitting with some of her friends near the back of the room. He walked across the massive cafeteria until he reached Lana's table. Lana turned around quickly and smiled when she realized who her surprise visitor was.
"Hello Ladies, may I borrow Lana for just a moment?" he asked trying to not to sound as panky as he felt. The girls glared at him, it was quite obvious by the look of superiority on their faces that they didn't want anything to do with him.
"Sure" Lana answered for them. She got up and followed him to the corner of the room.
"Lana do you know anything about this, like the handwriting or something?" he asked her as he unfolded the now, wrinkled and creased note. She took it from him and began to read it, all of a sudden the events of the night before were rushing back to her. How could she have forgotten to tell Clark something so important?
"Clark, I have to tell you something. After you left last night, I found that I had left my phone on, I guess I pressed the wrong button by accident. I was talking with Whitney. I guess he heard you come in and decided to stay on the line awhile, to make sure nothing was going on between you and me. This handwriting is definitely his, I suggest you go confront him about it." she told him quietly.
Clark looked at his feet and nodded. Whitney was the last person in the world that Clark wanted to know.
"Where would he be now?" asked Clark, still trying to avoid Lana's eyes.
"Probably out on the football field with "the guys"." she told him trying to meet his gaze.
Clark started to leave, but Lana wrapped him in hug. She had to stand on her tip toes, but it worked out well.
"Clark," she said taking his head in her hands, "it'll be alright."
"Ok" he replied, forcing a smile. He then walked through the doors towards the training fields. Lana watched him go and then returned to her table and rejoined her friends. They were all looking at her funny, with an unreadable expression.
"What was that all about, Lana? asked her friend Shelby. Her eyes were cold and slightly agitated.
"What was what?" Lana asked while she speared her salad with a fork.
"You and Clark Kent, you really shouldn't be seen with him you know, it could ruin your rep." she said matter-a-factly. Lana looked up at her friend, who seemed unfazed by the cruel comment she had just thrown at her.
"Clark is my friend, Shelby. So don't talk about him like that again." she said in a serious tone. Shelby was thrown by the reaction Lana gave her. Clark Kent and Lana Lang friends? This was too much weirdness in one day.
"I'm just watching out for you Lana, I mean there's a reason why no one would play with him at recess when we were little." said Shelby while digging in her purse for her lip gloss. Lana had had enough. She took her tray and left the lunchroom without a goodbye.
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Clark walked out the doors of the school and headed towards the athletic fields. When he finally reached the football field, he spotted at least seven red and yellow jackets at the other end of the field. He walked quickly over towards them. Whitney was tossing a football in the air and joking around with some of the other jocks huddled around him.
"Hey Kent." he said looking knowingly at Clark.
"Whitney could I see you for a minute...alone?" asked Clark
"Ya, I had something I wanted to discuss with you anyway." he said tossing the football to a friend and walking quite a ways from the group of football players to the locker rooms under the bleachers.
"I know what this is about Kent. Don't worry, I wont tell anyone if...", Clark wouldn't let him finish. He grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up against the lockers.
"You can't blackmail me if you don't have proof," he said through gritted teeth.
"I got all the proof I need, Clark" he said pulling a small, glowing meteor fragment out of his coat pocket. Clark instantly felt weak and dropped Whitney back to the ground. Whitney smiled down on him and continued his sentence.
"Like I was saying, I won't tell anyone if you do as I ask." said Whitney, twirling another piece of meteor in between his fingers.
"W- what do you want?" asked Clark, who was now breathing hard do to the presence of the meteor Whitney had dropped near him.
"I just want you to stay away from Lana, Clark. That's all. Don't talk to her, dont write to her dont email her. If I so much as hear that you sat by her in Chem, I'm gonna have to bring this little secret of yours out into the open. I mean, it doesn't hurt me whether I tell or not. But lately I've seen too much of you and Lana together. You bring out this side of her that I never see, and I can tell that you are crazy about her. Oh, and one more thing, if she tries to break up with me make sure and let her know that I'm not someone who she can just throw away." he said as he knelt down beside Clark, "You have no chance with her...remember that." he whispered in Clark's ear. With that being said, he exited the locker room and left Clark kneeling down on the floor. When he finally managed to pick himself up, he realized that school had been out for about half an hour. He didn't bother to go get his books, he didn't care about that now. All he wanted was to go home.
When Clark reached his house he found a note taped to the front door. Apparently, he had completely forgotten about his parents going to Metropolis for the night.
"Perfect" he muttered to himself as he crumpled the note and opened the door. He went upstairs and even though it was only 3:30 he crawled in bed and didn't awaken until the next morning
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Clark went to school the next day very distressed. Once again, he was trying to fight his way to his locker. In the middle of all the madness he saw Lana, standing in the hall and looking at him. As he walked by she called his name and even tried to grab his arm. All he could do was close his eyes and keep on walking. He knew that Whitney probably had some of his friends spying on them and he didn't want to risk anything. Lana was hurt when Clark ignored her. She knew that he saw her and still he acted like she didn't even exist. He didn't call last night like he said he would. She decided she would stop by later after school, just to make sure nothing was wrong.
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That night Clark trudged up the stairs to his Fortress of Solitude. He had just told his parents about the whole Whitney situation and he got just about the biggest reaming he'd ever had in his life. Looking for Cassiopeia might help take his mind off the cruel reality that was his life. When he made it up the stairs he noticed a familiar person staring through his telescope. When Lana felt Clark's presence behind her, she turned around to face him.
Note: I gotta stop. I'm dead tired and I have an Algebra exam tomorrow... but I'll write more tomorrow....after I watch Smallville:)
