Nicole hopped in the truck, hair brushed, make-up done (what little she'd brought) and PJ bottoms some where near the foot of her bed. It was going to be a warm day, so she opted for the breezy drawstring slit skirt she'd managed to steal from Mary, the ocean blue tube top, and a big billowy white shirt that matched her skirt. No, it wasn't the `in' thing, but Nicole's impeccable fashion sense made it work, and sent most girls who saw her that day to the malls to get some thing similar.
They talked as they drove, about anything and everything, the mysteries of life and death, you name it. Nicole had a way of getting people to open up and just say what they really meant.
"Lana, She's so beautiful, and she's so sweet and smart and-"
"Let me guess, perfect? Lover boy, you are head over heels, over the moon, Dead gone on Little Miss Lana, aren't you?" Nicole asked, looking down the road.
"Well, yeah, I guess. I think I'm in Love." He stated.
"You think? Don't you know? Hell, what I'm probably gonna have to do, thanks to all Lex's and my scheming could have me permanently branded as the Slut from Canada, and you don't know if it's Love?" She asked. He snapped his head around and stared.
"Not that! Listen. Where I come from, it does get cold. But it ain't ever gotten that cold, and it won't until I'm good and ready, and I'm not about to throw it away on a fling that means absolutely nothing." She insinuated, battling his accusing stare. "So do you love her?"
"Yeah. I do... "He stated, though not with as much confidence as he wanted. Nicole felt the need to change the subject. Things were not going as she planned, Clark was obviously a little confused, and she wanted to be sure she wasn't throwing away a good reputation for nothing.
"So where are we going?" She asked. They drove down Main St., turning left. From Clark's relaxed grin, Nicole knew the Love talk was over. She knew when to push, and now was not the time. Now was the time to go back to being noisy, rowdy punk teenagers, which she was all too happy to be.
"Well, I thought you'd maybe like to meet someone else from Smallville, so we are going to meet my friends Pete and Chloe at the Carnival." He said. Nicole was grinning from ear to ear. She loved carnivals, anything that made her feel dizzy and get that sinking feeling in her stomach, and she was hooked.
"Really?" She asked, eyes wide with excitement,
"Yup. Infact, My friend, Chloe, was the one who suggested it." He smiled. Nicole looked eagerly down the street, at the first sign of the Ferris wheel, her smile grew bigger.
They strode down to where Nicole guessed Chloe and Pete were waiting, the girl had wind blown golden blonde hair, she was wearing a simple t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, and Capri jeans. She supposed it had been just thrown together, but the girl made looking good look easy. If only she could pull it off so well. Pete was wearing the classic non-descript tee-shirt and jeans.
"You must be Nicole," Chloe said, sizing her up. "I'm Chloe Sullivan. So you're the one who gave Lana Lang a run for her money," She smiled then. Anyone who showed up Lana Lang, correction, almost stole her boyfriend, even if he was on the rebound, was someone she wanted to know.
Nicole smiled back, "Have I already made the local news?" Pete grinned
"You're officially branded the man shark." Nicole laughed. She could go with that.
"To quote from practical magic, `hold on to your husband's ladies'!" She joked, "Well, actually it would be boyfriends. Older men don't really appeal to me. What about you Chloe?" She asked. If curiosity killed the cat, Nicole would have wasted nine lives plus two.
Chloe shrugged. Older men were sometimes enticing to her, like smooth suave Lex Luthor. But that would never happen, plus Lex was just not her type.
They rode the Ferris wheel, the spider and the tea cups, but on the Zipper, Nicole's favourite ride, usually, she started to feel nauseous. Chloe offered to sit with her while the boys made their rounds.
"Thanks Chloe. I appreciate it. I wouldn't want to sit here all alone, especially if the news has gone around like Pete said." Chloe shook her head.
"Pete's always over exaggerating. It's not that bad. People don't hate you, they're just a little amazed to think at one day, you've already stolen the golden boy's love, or should I say lust, and made perfect Lana Lang mad as hell." Nicole looked at her, a smile appearing on her face,
"Well you sure do have a knack for being blunt and brutally honest,"
"It comes with the territory. The intrepid reporter and all that. I can't really help it, though I didn't mean to offend you," She added, looking pleadingly at Nicole. It had been so long since she'd actually had a friend that was a girl, one that obviously understood her and, she hoped, didn't mind her little quirks and personality traits.
"No problem, I have a bit of trouble with that too. I know how it is. So tell me about Little Miss Lana that Clark is supposed to snag?"
"Well there she is right there," Chloe said, motioning over to a girl with raven hair and a sweet face, "Uh oh. I think she spotted you. She's a nice girl, but you know what they say about nice girls when they get mad..." She insinuated, as the brunette stalked over, her sweet face turning red and her eyes glaring,
"Just who do you think you are?" She asked Nicole,
"Well my birth certificate says I'm Nicole Henwood, but I could have been switched at the hospital," She joked, hoping to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, Nicole just wasn't funny, and no one's mood was lightened.
"I suppose you think you can just waltz in here because your some relation to the Luthors and get whatever you want, including my boyfriend, don't you?"
"Well, no. Technically, I didn't know he was your boyfriend, and also, aren't you two broken up?" Nicole asked, starting to get pissed at the so called demure prom Queen.
"That has nothing to do with it!"
"Actually that has everything to do with it bitch! If you were this much of a nag when you and Whitney were going out I can see why he would dump your sorry ass, so don't go complaining to me about how I ruined anything when I haven't even been here a full two days, so get off my back and go back to cheerleading practice Prom Queen!" She stated. It just rolled off her like water. When Nicole got mad, she got verbal.
Lana looked at her, hurt and shook apparent in her eyes, "How, how could you?" She whimpered.
"Suck it up Prom Queen. Don't you have Cheers to learn and silicone to inject or something?"
Lana swallowed a hiccup, turning on her heel and running away. How could she? Whitney was hers, and now she had taken him. She stopped, thinking for a moment, she was going to get even with that bitch. She was going to take something of hers, whether it be Lex Luthor or Clark Kent, it didn't really matter, except she had Clark wrapped around her little finger already. He didn't even stop to comfort her, hell; he hadn't even seen her when he ran up to Nicole with cotton candy. That bitch was pissing her off.
Nicole saw the glare and the obvious glance at Clark as he passed her by, knowing that at least part of her plan was complete.
They talked as they drove, about anything and everything, the mysteries of life and death, you name it. Nicole had a way of getting people to open up and just say what they really meant.
"Lana, She's so beautiful, and she's so sweet and smart and-"
"Let me guess, perfect? Lover boy, you are head over heels, over the moon, Dead gone on Little Miss Lana, aren't you?" Nicole asked, looking down the road.
"Well, yeah, I guess. I think I'm in Love." He stated.
"You think? Don't you know? Hell, what I'm probably gonna have to do, thanks to all Lex's and my scheming could have me permanently branded as the Slut from Canada, and you don't know if it's Love?" She asked. He snapped his head around and stared.
"Not that! Listen. Where I come from, it does get cold. But it ain't ever gotten that cold, and it won't until I'm good and ready, and I'm not about to throw it away on a fling that means absolutely nothing." She insinuated, battling his accusing stare. "So do you love her?"
"Yeah. I do... "He stated, though not with as much confidence as he wanted. Nicole felt the need to change the subject. Things were not going as she planned, Clark was obviously a little confused, and she wanted to be sure she wasn't throwing away a good reputation for nothing.
"So where are we going?" She asked. They drove down Main St., turning left. From Clark's relaxed grin, Nicole knew the Love talk was over. She knew when to push, and now was not the time. Now was the time to go back to being noisy, rowdy punk teenagers, which she was all too happy to be.
"Well, I thought you'd maybe like to meet someone else from Smallville, so we are going to meet my friends Pete and Chloe at the Carnival." He said. Nicole was grinning from ear to ear. She loved carnivals, anything that made her feel dizzy and get that sinking feeling in her stomach, and she was hooked.
"Really?" She asked, eyes wide with excitement,
"Yup. Infact, My friend, Chloe, was the one who suggested it." He smiled. Nicole looked eagerly down the street, at the first sign of the Ferris wheel, her smile grew bigger.
They strode down to where Nicole guessed Chloe and Pete were waiting, the girl had wind blown golden blonde hair, she was wearing a simple t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, and Capri jeans. She supposed it had been just thrown together, but the girl made looking good look easy. If only she could pull it off so well. Pete was wearing the classic non-descript tee-shirt and jeans.
"You must be Nicole," Chloe said, sizing her up. "I'm Chloe Sullivan. So you're the one who gave Lana Lang a run for her money," She smiled then. Anyone who showed up Lana Lang, correction, almost stole her boyfriend, even if he was on the rebound, was someone she wanted to know.
Nicole smiled back, "Have I already made the local news?" Pete grinned
"You're officially branded the man shark." Nicole laughed. She could go with that.
"To quote from practical magic, `hold on to your husband's ladies'!" She joked, "Well, actually it would be boyfriends. Older men don't really appeal to me. What about you Chloe?" She asked. If curiosity killed the cat, Nicole would have wasted nine lives plus two.
Chloe shrugged. Older men were sometimes enticing to her, like smooth suave Lex Luthor. But that would never happen, plus Lex was just not her type.
They rode the Ferris wheel, the spider and the tea cups, but on the Zipper, Nicole's favourite ride, usually, she started to feel nauseous. Chloe offered to sit with her while the boys made their rounds.
"Thanks Chloe. I appreciate it. I wouldn't want to sit here all alone, especially if the news has gone around like Pete said." Chloe shook her head.
"Pete's always over exaggerating. It's not that bad. People don't hate you, they're just a little amazed to think at one day, you've already stolen the golden boy's love, or should I say lust, and made perfect Lana Lang mad as hell." Nicole looked at her, a smile appearing on her face,
"Well you sure do have a knack for being blunt and brutally honest,"
"It comes with the territory. The intrepid reporter and all that. I can't really help it, though I didn't mean to offend you," She added, looking pleadingly at Nicole. It had been so long since she'd actually had a friend that was a girl, one that obviously understood her and, she hoped, didn't mind her little quirks and personality traits.
"No problem, I have a bit of trouble with that too. I know how it is. So tell me about Little Miss Lana that Clark is supposed to snag?"
"Well there she is right there," Chloe said, motioning over to a girl with raven hair and a sweet face, "Uh oh. I think she spotted you. She's a nice girl, but you know what they say about nice girls when they get mad..." She insinuated, as the brunette stalked over, her sweet face turning red and her eyes glaring,
"Just who do you think you are?" She asked Nicole,
"Well my birth certificate says I'm Nicole Henwood, but I could have been switched at the hospital," She joked, hoping to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, Nicole just wasn't funny, and no one's mood was lightened.
"I suppose you think you can just waltz in here because your some relation to the Luthors and get whatever you want, including my boyfriend, don't you?"
"Well, no. Technically, I didn't know he was your boyfriend, and also, aren't you two broken up?" Nicole asked, starting to get pissed at the so called demure prom Queen.
"That has nothing to do with it!"
"Actually that has everything to do with it bitch! If you were this much of a nag when you and Whitney were going out I can see why he would dump your sorry ass, so don't go complaining to me about how I ruined anything when I haven't even been here a full two days, so get off my back and go back to cheerleading practice Prom Queen!" She stated. It just rolled off her like water. When Nicole got mad, she got verbal.
Lana looked at her, hurt and shook apparent in her eyes, "How, how could you?" She whimpered.
"Suck it up Prom Queen. Don't you have Cheers to learn and silicone to inject or something?"
Lana swallowed a hiccup, turning on her heel and running away. How could she? Whitney was hers, and now she had taken him. She stopped, thinking for a moment, she was going to get even with that bitch. She was going to take something of hers, whether it be Lex Luthor or Clark Kent, it didn't really matter, except she had Clark wrapped around her little finger already. He didn't even stop to comfort her, hell; he hadn't even seen her when he ran up to Nicole with cotton candy. That bitch was pissing her off.
Nicole saw the glare and the obvious glance at Clark as he passed her by, knowing that at least part of her plan was complete.