Authors Notes: Ok I am now convinced that there are spies at my school. Theres another
fic on here with Lana and Chloe switching. However, our writing styles are different and
what happens when they switch is totally different. Mines a little less confusing. Ok so
please read and enjoy.
Alright class, settle down..." the teacher entered the classroom, loudly dropping the
clutter in her arms on her desk, "Since the new semester started yesterday, I think the
best way to ensure some diversity is that Ill be assigning new lab partners."
After a series of groans, she picked up a clipboard and scanned the class.
"Peter Ross and...Eugene Harding." Pete slumped in his chair as the geeky Eugene
desperatly tried to get his attention and wave.
"Clark Kent and...." The teacher paused. Both Miss Lang and Miss Sullivan looked
extremely over anxious. That wouldnt do at all, "Whitney Fordman."
The quarterback grunted and Clark winced. Oh well. Might do them some good to
learn to get along. Speaking of which...
"Lana Lang and Chloe Sullivan."
Lana smiled shyly like a puppy requesting its masters approval. Her partner,
however, returned it with the death stare.
The teacher sighed, 'If looks could kill...'
"Chloe!" the blonde cringed and spun around, "I was thinking I could come over
today and work on our lab proj-"
"You know just because we have to work together doesnt mean I like you." Chloe
snapped.
Lana frowned, "If this is about Clark I-"
"NO!", Chloe screeched, "Thats not what its about at all ok?"
Lana shrugged, "Whatever. Look lets just try to get A's alright?"
Chloe glared at her, "Whore."
The brunette gasped, "Whatd you call me?"
"Whore. Skank. Ho. Do I have to spell it out for you?"
Chloe turned to walk away when Lana mumbled something under her breath.
"Excuse you?" she turned around.
Lana walked right up to her face, "I called you a bitch. jackass. do I have to spell
it out for you?" she batted her eyelashes mockingly and strode away.
"Lab after school. Be there, Sullivan." she called over her shoulder.
Chloe put her hands on her hips, "UGH!" she grimaced and stomped off to class.
fic on here with Lana and Chloe switching. However, our writing styles are different and
what happens when they switch is totally different. Mines a little less confusing. Ok so
please read and enjoy.
Alright class, settle down..." the teacher entered the classroom, loudly dropping the
clutter in her arms on her desk, "Since the new semester started yesterday, I think the
best way to ensure some diversity is that Ill be assigning new lab partners."
After a series of groans, she picked up a clipboard and scanned the class.
"Peter Ross and...Eugene Harding." Pete slumped in his chair as the geeky Eugene
desperatly tried to get his attention and wave.
"Clark Kent and...." The teacher paused. Both Miss Lang and Miss Sullivan looked
extremely over anxious. That wouldnt do at all, "Whitney Fordman."
The quarterback grunted and Clark winced. Oh well. Might do them some good to
learn to get along. Speaking of which...
"Lana Lang and Chloe Sullivan."
Lana smiled shyly like a puppy requesting its masters approval. Her partner,
however, returned it with the death stare.
The teacher sighed, 'If looks could kill...'
"Chloe!" the blonde cringed and spun around, "I was thinking I could come over
today and work on our lab proj-"
"You know just because we have to work together doesnt mean I like you." Chloe
snapped.
Lana frowned, "If this is about Clark I-"
"NO!", Chloe screeched, "Thats not what its about at all ok?"
Lana shrugged, "Whatever. Look lets just try to get A's alright?"
Chloe glared at her, "Whore."
The brunette gasped, "Whatd you call me?"
"Whore. Skank. Ho. Do I have to spell it out for you?"
Chloe turned to walk away when Lana mumbled something under her breath.
"Excuse you?" she turned around.
Lana walked right up to her face, "I called you a bitch. jackass. do I have to spell
it out for you?" she batted her eyelashes mockingly and strode away.
"Lab after school. Be there, Sullivan." she called over her shoulder.
Chloe put her hands on her hips, "UGH!" she grimaced and stomped off to class.