Incoming Lex…..
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I know I haven't written in like months…but I read some old reviews and got a little bit inspired.*
*I own nothing…blah..blah…blah…but if Tom Wellings is up for grabs…*
*please review…I'll read it…pinkie swear…*
*tell me how I do on my characterization of Lex, I am not too sure on hwo to write him…*
Clark's p.o.v.
"They found her bag on the side of the road…"
I ran my hands through my hair. Chloe always had liked my hair. She said it was in better condition than hers. She asked if I did anything special to and I said no. Then she laughed and called me a bitch.
"….tire marks on the street…might have hit her…"
The idea of Chloe being hit by a car had always scared me. Whenever we had to cross the street she walk with her arms up saying, "Who wants to test fate?"
I never did get that. Did she think that maybe fate had screwed up? That she was already supposed to be dead? That this was a chance for fate to fix anything it had done wrong?
She never got hit. Never even came close.
I would've done something if a car ever came close.
"…no suspects so far…"
Suspects. Someone had done this to her. Who? She pressed some buttons with 'The Torch'…but never hard enough to make someone so angry that they would actual hurt her.
Once during math class, this girl went on about how strong she was and how she could kick any guys ass. She said something about girls being stronger than guys. Chloe looked at her and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm hella weak!"
I heard her say it before. She could move fast, try to get out of a bad situation…but not put up a fight. Chloe didn't even like to fight.
"Clark? Clark are you listening to me?"
I turned my head to face Chloe's mother. The cop was now sitting down on the couch in her living room.
"What?" I asked.
"Do you know anyone…was Chloe…anyone that might of…" she stumbled on the words. I could see the pain in her eyes. The difficulty she was having with trying to express the idea that someone had taken something so precious from her…
"Not that I can think right now." I wish I could.
Silence flooded the room.
Then it occurred to me. Someone who might be able to help.
"Can I use your phone?"
****
Lex's p.o.v.
The phone call from Clark had surprised me. I had not yet heard of the disappearance/possible kidnapping of miss Chloe.
His voice seemed to be filled with more emotion than usual even though he tried to seem calm.
I had only met the girl a few times, but had noticed that she had a certain something about her. She had spunk and …something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
She was very alive, very…there. Lana, to me, had always seemed to be very fake or very dull. I can only hope that her whole persona is an act otherwise that girl will end realizing that someday that she has nothing going for her.
She was pretty, but just that. Some girls you could say glowed or shined or were beautiful. Lana was pretty, and pretty only, nice, but too nice, and from what I heard, now again a cheerleader.
But Chloe, there seemed to be much more to her. I picked up on her attraction to Clark, which she quickly denied.
Then she smiled. She has a better smile than Lana.
He smile faded as quickly as it appeared and said, "Your not gonna tell him, right? Cause if you do Lex Luthor I will print a story so revealing, so humiliating…"
I laughed and promised to say nothing. The girl had animation, color. Lana might as well have been in black and white.
She then went on to say how it didn't matter, how Clark wasn't about to take his view off of Lana long enough to notice a hurricane going on, let alone another girl.
I saw sadness sink into her whole face and stance. Her shoulders sinked, she eyes turned down, and her knuckles found their place in life under her chin. I took pity on her then. I saw how her smile had light the entire balcony we were standing on, I could see how badly she wanted Clark to look at her the way he looked at Lana.
She wanted something she couldn't have. She had already given her heart to someone, only to see that that person didn't even realize it was there, in their hands.
As I drove to the address Clark had given to me, I had the urge to see Chloe smile again. I admit, I wouldn't mind if the smile was because of me, but at that point, I just wanted to see her light up the room again.
Where were these thoughts coming from? Never and my life had I wanted to see someone else happy, aside from Clark and the occasional girlfriend, and now I was desperate just to see this girl smile…just to hear her laugh and again…just to be near her…
I wanted more…I always wanted more…but the thoughts I was having right now were scaring me enough…anything more and I would need to take a cold shower.
I know that Clark wants Lana, and that Chloe wants Clark, but if he's not about take a shot at something better than his current interest, I will definitely take aim.
By blondie
cdiminyatz@hotmail.com
*I know I haven't written in like months…but I read some old reviews and got a little bit inspired.*
*I own nothing…blah..blah…blah…but if Tom Wellings is up for grabs…*
*please review…I'll read it…pinkie swear…*
*tell me how I do on my characterization of Lex, I am not too sure on hwo to write him…*
Clark's p.o.v.
"They found her bag on the side of the road…"
I ran my hands through my hair. Chloe always had liked my hair. She said it was in better condition than hers. She asked if I did anything special to and I said no. Then she laughed and called me a bitch.
"….tire marks on the street…might have hit her…"
The idea of Chloe being hit by a car had always scared me. Whenever we had to cross the street she walk with her arms up saying, "Who wants to test fate?"
I never did get that. Did she think that maybe fate had screwed up? That she was already supposed to be dead? That this was a chance for fate to fix anything it had done wrong?
She never got hit. Never even came close.
I would've done something if a car ever came close.
"…no suspects so far…"
Suspects. Someone had done this to her. Who? She pressed some buttons with 'The Torch'…but never hard enough to make someone so angry that they would actual hurt her.
Once during math class, this girl went on about how strong she was and how she could kick any guys ass. She said something about girls being stronger than guys. Chloe looked at her and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm hella weak!"
I heard her say it before. She could move fast, try to get out of a bad situation…but not put up a fight. Chloe didn't even like to fight.
"Clark? Clark are you listening to me?"
I turned my head to face Chloe's mother. The cop was now sitting down on the couch in her living room.
"What?" I asked.
"Do you know anyone…was Chloe…anyone that might of…" she stumbled on the words. I could see the pain in her eyes. The difficulty she was having with trying to express the idea that someone had taken something so precious from her…
"Not that I can think right now." I wish I could.
Silence flooded the room.
Then it occurred to me. Someone who might be able to help.
"Can I use your phone?"
****
Lex's p.o.v.
The phone call from Clark had surprised me. I had not yet heard of the disappearance/possible kidnapping of miss Chloe.
His voice seemed to be filled with more emotion than usual even though he tried to seem calm.
I had only met the girl a few times, but had noticed that she had a certain something about her. She had spunk and …something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
She was very alive, very…there. Lana, to me, had always seemed to be very fake or very dull. I can only hope that her whole persona is an act otherwise that girl will end realizing that someday that she has nothing going for her.
She was pretty, but just that. Some girls you could say glowed or shined or were beautiful. Lana was pretty, and pretty only, nice, but too nice, and from what I heard, now again a cheerleader.
But Chloe, there seemed to be much more to her. I picked up on her attraction to Clark, which she quickly denied.
Then she smiled. She has a better smile than Lana.
He smile faded as quickly as it appeared and said, "Your not gonna tell him, right? Cause if you do Lex Luthor I will print a story so revealing, so humiliating…"
I laughed and promised to say nothing. The girl had animation, color. Lana might as well have been in black and white.
She then went on to say how it didn't matter, how Clark wasn't about to take his view off of Lana long enough to notice a hurricane going on, let alone another girl.
I saw sadness sink into her whole face and stance. Her shoulders sinked, she eyes turned down, and her knuckles found their place in life under her chin. I took pity on her then. I saw how her smile had light the entire balcony we were standing on, I could see how badly she wanted Clark to look at her the way he looked at Lana.
She wanted something she couldn't have. She had already given her heart to someone, only to see that that person didn't even realize it was there, in their hands.
As I drove to the address Clark had given to me, I had the urge to see Chloe smile again. I admit, I wouldn't mind if the smile was because of me, but at that point, I just wanted to see her light up the room again.
Where were these thoughts coming from? Never and my life had I wanted to see someone else happy, aside from Clark and the occasional girlfriend, and now I was desperate just to see this girl smile…just to hear her laugh and again…just to be near her…
I wanted more…I always wanted more…but the thoughts I was having right now were scaring me enough…anything more and I would need to take a cold shower.
I know that Clark wants Lana, and that Chloe wants Clark, but if he's not about take a shot at something better than his current interest, I will definitely take aim.