Interviewing Basketball Stars
Author: Liz Luthor
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, I do not own Smallville or any of its pretty little people. Come on now- if I OWNED the show, don't you think Tom Welling, Michael Rosenbaum, Eric Johnson, and Sam Jones III would be shirtless the whole time!?
Couples: Clark/Lana hinting
Author's Note: This chapter's a bit longer than the first (thank goodness). A tad bit of angst, I suppose, but... It won't last. :) Oh, and don't forget—REVIEW!!
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...8:30...
...It was 8:30 A.M....
...There was a distant sound, resembling a siren...
...Suddenly, Whitney jolted awake and looked at the clock, already sure of what time it was. He was late. He fell back on his bed, further burrowing into his blanket. The alarm continued to scold him- it was loud, obnoxious. After a few moments of silent regret for sleeping in, he sat up again and turned it off.
"...Craaap..." Whitney moaned. He knew why he'd woken up late. He had a horrible hangover from it, too.
.: At school :.
"You seem rather chipper," Chloe remarked confusedly toward Lana.
"I'm sorry... about you and Whitney," Clark put in. "I know you two have been together for a long time..."
Lana smiled. "Don't be, Clark. I feel like a new person, and I'm sure Whitney feels the same way. Speaking of which, have you seen him around? He didn't come to pick me up this morning, I had to have Nell take me."
"No, we haven't seen him. I'm assuming the two of you are still on good terms with each other, then?" Chloe probed.
Lana laughed and replied sarcastically, "What, are you covering our story in the Torch?" She laughed again at the silence. "I know you guys are probably wondering what I'm on, but, really, I haven't been this happy in a long time. Well, I'd better get to my locker," she said quickly. "Bye!"
Chloe and Pete looked at each other, surprised, as Clark followed Lana to her locker (as would be expected of him). When they stopped, having reached the aforementioned destination, he attempted to look into her eyes while she twisted her combination lock. He knew there was something wrong.
"Lana... Why are you pretending to be happy about all of this?" Clark questioned. Lana froze and stared at him, shocked. "You can tell me, you know..."
She closed her locker slowly and turned toward Clark. "It's not a big deal... It doesn't have anything to do with Whitney, really... I'll probably be over it by second period," she shrugged.
Clark followed Lana away from her locker and toward her first class. They stopped to say goodbye before she entered. "Look, just- I don't want you to think you have to keep anything from me. Okay?" He offered. She nodded her head and gave him a warm smile.
"Thank you, Clark. I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you about it after school, but only if it's still bothering me." Another smile.
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There was a note on the fridge:
'Whitney- You looked awful this morning, I just couldn't wake you up. Please go to school, though. You really need to bring up your Economics grade. Hope you feel okay. Love, Mom'
He crumpled up the post-it note and tossed into the trash can on his way to the faucet. He poured himself a large glass of water and downed it quickly, along with some aspirin.
Sure thing, Mom... he thought. ...And thanks for your concern.
He showered and got dressed half-heartedly, not wanting to stay home or go to school. But he knew that if he didn't go, she'd worry about him and call him afterwards, which he was sure he couldn't handle. He still couldn't figure out why it had hurt so much... Why he'd been so stupid...
'It's all over now.' His subconscious taunted him, 'You screwed everything up. Now you've got no scholarship, AND no girlfriend, and pretty soon, you sure won't have anything left in your stomach.'
He refused to throw up. He hated throwing up; it was just a disgusting experience.
'Why'd you get drunk if you hate throwing up so much?'
Shut up!! He screamed at himself, and almost started to break down, but steadied himself. "We're better off apart." He said coldly to his empty house before departing for school.
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Chloe jerked straight up in the middle of her history teacher's lecture. She looked around cautiously to make sure no one had noticed, then calmly returned to her former position.
Oh, shoot!! She thought. I forgot I have a dentist appointment today! How am I gonna get in that sports article on the basketball team!? ...I'll have to do it during lunch... But what could I write about...? I haven't even been to a game in a few weeks. Maybe I should do an interview... Her teacher blindly droned on about human nature and war as she independently solved her own dilemma.
.: At lunch :.
I can't believe it came to this... Chloe complained to herself. There's no way he'll agree... No. He has to agree. How else am I supposed to get the article in on time? She silently consoled herself before confronting Whitney in the lunch line.
"Hey Whitney," she said. "I was wondering if you'd do me a favor. See, there's this article I've got to have A.S.A.P., and you'd be perfect for the subject. I mean, you know, the interviewee. I mean... Since you're on the basketball team and all." Why wasn't he saying anything? Did she just think she was talking or was he ignoring her? She scooted closer and leaned over, trying to look at his face.
Whitney sighed. "Sorry, what do you want again?"
A few tables from the lunch line, Lindsay Ashmore stared cynically at Chloe and Whitney talking. She scoffed, "There is no way that perky little reporter is scoping out Whitney..." she signaled her friends toward the given scene. "Impossible! Did he just nod? I saw him nod! Oh my gosh, she is SO not going out with him!" She gaped defiantly for another minute or two before finally approaching Whitney as he and Chloe parted at the end of the lunch line. "Whitney, tell me you didn't dump Lana for the Torch- freak!" she exclaimed.
Whitney was taken aback, for the most part (he was still a little out of it), and responded, "No, she wants an interview."
Lindsay put her hands on her hips and scoffed again, "And did you accept?" Whitney nodded and walked off calmly. "Look at him!" She pointed after the so-called jock and sat down with her friends again. "He is so freakin' hot! Oh, I can't believe she got him to sit with her with that stupid 'interview' lie!" Her glare continued throughout all of lunch period as the rest of the student body ate their lunches obliviously.
...Including Chloe, Whitney, Clark, Pete, and Lana, who now sat at the same table. Strangely enough to the outside world, Lana and Whitney were sitting next to each other, him across from Chloe, and her across from Clark.
This would most certainly get some interesting rumors floating around...
.: End :.
Author's Note: Well, things may seem to be moving along slowly, but it shall get interesting, that much I can promise. And, as always, feedback is much appreciated. I apologize for the lack of Pete in this chapter... I'll have to remember that for the next one. ;)
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Author: Liz Luthor
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, I do not own Smallville or any of its pretty little people. Come on now- if I OWNED the show, don't you think Tom Welling, Michael Rosenbaum, Eric Johnson, and Sam Jones III would be shirtless the whole time!?
Couples: Clark/Lana hinting
Author's Note: This chapter's a bit longer than the first (thank goodness). A tad bit of angst, I suppose, but... It won't last. :) Oh, and don't forget—REVIEW!!
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...8:30...
...It was 8:30 A.M....
...There was a distant sound, resembling a siren...
...Suddenly, Whitney jolted awake and looked at the clock, already sure of what time it was. He was late. He fell back on his bed, further burrowing into his blanket. The alarm continued to scold him- it was loud, obnoxious. After a few moments of silent regret for sleeping in, he sat up again and turned it off.
"...Craaap..." Whitney moaned. He knew why he'd woken up late. He had a horrible hangover from it, too.
.: At school :.
"You seem rather chipper," Chloe remarked confusedly toward Lana.
"I'm sorry... about you and Whitney," Clark put in. "I know you two have been together for a long time..."
Lana smiled. "Don't be, Clark. I feel like a new person, and I'm sure Whitney feels the same way. Speaking of which, have you seen him around? He didn't come to pick me up this morning, I had to have Nell take me."
"No, we haven't seen him. I'm assuming the two of you are still on good terms with each other, then?" Chloe probed.
Lana laughed and replied sarcastically, "What, are you covering our story in the Torch?" She laughed again at the silence. "I know you guys are probably wondering what I'm on, but, really, I haven't been this happy in a long time. Well, I'd better get to my locker," she said quickly. "Bye!"
Chloe and Pete looked at each other, surprised, as Clark followed Lana to her locker (as would be expected of him). When they stopped, having reached the aforementioned destination, he attempted to look into her eyes while she twisted her combination lock. He knew there was something wrong.
"Lana... Why are you pretending to be happy about all of this?" Clark questioned. Lana froze and stared at him, shocked. "You can tell me, you know..."
She closed her locker slowly and turned toward Clark. "It's not a big deal... It doesn't have anything to do with Whitney, really... I'll probably be over it by second period," she shrugged.
Clark followed Lana away from her locker and toward her first class. They stopped to say goodbye before she entered. "Look, just- I don't want you to think you have to keep anything from me. Okay?" He offered. She nodded her head and gave him a warm smile.
"Thank you, Clark. I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you about it after school, but only if it's still bothering me." Another smile.
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There was a note on the fridge:
'Whitney- You looked awful this morning, I just couldn't wake you up. Please go to school, though. You really need to bring up your Economics grade. Hope you feel okay. Love, Mom'
He crumpled up the post-it note and tossed into the trash can on his way to the faucet. He poured himself a large glass of water and downed it quickly, along with some aspirin.
Sure thing, Mom... he thought. ...And thanks for your concern.
He showered and got dressed half-heartedly, not wanting to stay home or go to school. But he knew that if he didn't go, she'd worry about him and call him afterwards, which he was sure he couldn't handle. He still couldn't figure out why it had hurt so much... Why he'd been so stupid...
'It's all over now.' His subconscious taunted him, 'You screwed everything up. Now you've got no scholarship, AND no girlfriend, and pretty soon, you sure won't have anything left in your stomach.'
He refused to throw up. He hated throwing up; it was just a disgusting experience.
'Why'd you get drunk if you hate throwing up so much?'
Shut up!! He screamed at himself, and almost started to break down, but steadied himself. "We're better off apart." He said coldly to his empty house before departing for school.
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Chloe jerked straight up in the middle of her history teacher's lecture. She looked around cautiously to make sure no one had noticed, then calmly returned to her former position.
Oh, shoot!! She thought. I forgot I have a dentist appointment today! How am I gonna get in that sports article on the basketball team!? ...I'll have to do it during lunch... But what could I write about...? I haven't even been to a game in a few weeks. Maybe I should do an interview... Her teacher blindly droned on about human nature and war as she independently solved her own dilemma.
.: At lunch :.
I can't believe it came to this... Chloe complained to herself. There's no way he'll agree... No. He has to agree. How else am I supposed to get the article in on time? She silently consoled herself before confronting Whitney in the lunch line.
"Hey Whitney," she said. "I was wondering if you'd do me a favor. See, there's this article I've got to have A.S.A.P., and you'd be perfect for the subject. I mean, you know, the interviewee. I mean... Since you're on the basketball team and all." Why wasn't he saying anything? Did she just think she was talking or was he ignoring her? She scooted closer and leaned over, trying to look at his face.
Whitney sighed. "Sorry, what do you want again?"
A few tables from the lunch line, Lindsay Ashmore stared cynically at Chloe and Whitney talking. She scoffed, "There is no way that perky little reporter is scoping out Whitney..." she signaled her friends toward the given scene. "Impossible! Did he just nod? I saw him nod! Oh my gosh, she is SO not going out with him!" She gaped defiantly for another minute or two before finally approaching Whitney as he and Chloe parted at the end of the lunch line. "Whitney, tell me you didn't dump Lana for the Torch- freak!" she exclaimed.
Whitney was taken aback, for the most part (he was still a little out of it), and responded, "No, she wants an interview."
Lindsay put her hands on her hips and scoffed again, "And did you accept?" Whitney nodded and walked off calmly. "Look at him!" She pointed after the so-called jock and sat down with her friends again. "He is so freakin' hot! Oh, I can't believe she got him to sit with her with that stupid 'interview' lie!" Her glare continued throughout all of lunch period as the rest of the student body ate their lunches obliviously.
...Including Chloe, Whitney, Clark, Pete, and Lana, who now sat at the same table. Strangely enough to the outside world, Lana and Whitney were sitting next to each other, him across from Chloe, and her across from Clark.
This would most certainly get some interesting rumors floating around...
.: End :.
Author's Note: Well, things may seem to be moving along slowly, but it shall get interesting, that much I can promise. And, as always, feedback is much appreciated. I apologize for the lack of Pete in this chapter... I'll have to remember that for the next one. ;)
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