Disclaimer: Smallville is not mine. Never was, never will.

Rating: I guess R, for later on.



Chloe sat slumped in her chair, legs crossed and hands on the table. She tapped her fingers nervously as she glanced across the room. Her eyes searched for him, but he was no where to be seen. It had been twenty four hours since they last saw each other, and she felt empty. She needed to see him, talk to him and clear up things. Last night had been incrediable. For the first time in her life, she felt alive. He treated her like a lady…a queen.



But everytime she thought about what happened between them, she felt nothing but guilt. How could she have done something so stupid and reckless? What would everyone think of her if they knew, what would Clark think of her? He would be crushed, and she just couldn't live with that. She loved him to much to ever want to hurt him on purpose. But the damage was already caused. Their new-found relationship would be destroyed if he ever found out. Chloe didn't know that sleeping with Lex would cause her so much guilt.

The door opened and a handsome young man stepped in. He seemed to be in a hurry, as he went right over to the counter and ordered a coffee to go. Chloe's eyes widened as she recognized him. He wasn't the most difficult person to recognize, since he kind of stood out from everyone else, with his bald head and cool attitude.

Chloe felt her heart jump a beat or two. Why was she so nervous? She rose from her seat and walked slowly towards him. He still stood by the counter, waiting patiently for his coffee. Chloe stopped and sighed deeply. What was she going to say to him? She rubbed the back of her head and bit her lower lip. He looked so damn sexy where he was standing.

"Chloe, what a surprise."

She looked up and their eyes met. He had the most incrediable eyes.

"Um, hi Lex…We need to talk..About last night," she stammered under her breath.

"I'm kind of in a hurry, but I guess we can talk, " he said as he motioned her to sit down by the counter. She nodded and pressed herself down on the seat.

"Last night was a mistake,Lex," she said and gazed down on her hands.

"Is that your heart or head speaking?" he asked, surprising her .

She looked up and tucked her hair behind her ear. "All I'm saying is that it was wrong, and that I made a mistake."

"Do you really think that?" he said. "Look Chloe, you came to me for a reason.."

"You just don't understand do you?" she cut him off. "I'm with Clark now, and it would hurt him like hell if he ever found out."

"I know. We just won't tell him then."

"Do you think you can keep your mouth shut?" she asked sceptically.

He smirked. "The same to you."

"I can keep my mouth shut if it prevents from hurting Clark," she said.

"Do you regret it?" he whispered. "Do you regret sleeping with me?"

She looked down. Why did he have to ask her all these questions?

"Yes, I regret ever coming to you for advise on my relationship with Clark. I regret for ever allowing you to do the things you did to me last night," she said, knowing she was lying to herself.

He stroke his hands across her cheek. "Well, I don't regret anything."

She took his hands in hers, and gazed softly into his eyes.

The door opened and Clark rushed in. She dropped his hand instantly and stood up to greet her boyfriend.

"Clark," she said as she planted a kiss on his lips. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. The kiss was light and sweet, just like it always was. But last night with Lex was different. The kiss they shared was passionate and longing. Everytime he kissed her, she felt so alive and good. What the heck was wrong with her? Here she was standing, kissing Clark but thinking about Lex.

"Clark…" Lex coughed. "If you don't have anything to do later, stop by my house."

Clark looked up from Chloe and nodded. "Sure."

Lex sighed and grabbed his coffee on the counter. "See you around Ms. Sullivan," he winked and stepped out the door.

"What was that all about?"

"What was what all about?" Chloe moved past him and found a spot on a couch. She sat down and motioned him to sit down beside her.

"No, never mind…So how was your day?" he asked as he placed an arm around her.

"Fine, just fine," she replied and laid her head on his shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head. "Where were you last night? I tried to call you at home, but your dad told me you were out?"

Chloe frozed. "Um…I was out…out walking…taking myself time to think."

"About us?" he asked sadly.

"Yeah, about us. You're never around anymore Clark. The funny thing is that we spent more time together as friends."she said.

"Are you mad?" he questioned. "I know I'm never around, but it's hard to explain."

"Try, then," she said, her voice loud and clear. She wasn't mad at him, just sad that he couldn't explain himself everytime he made a dissapearing act.

"Just give me time Chloe. I need time," he almost begged.

Chloe sighed and stroke her fingers across his cheek. "Take your time."

****

She closed the door gently behind her, and tossed herself onto her bed. Pulling the covers over her, she felt like screaming. The guilt was eating her up inside. She didn't know how much longer she could keep it a secret from Clark.

Chloe could even imagine the look on his face when, or if he found out. He would kill her for lying to him, and then Lex would probably hate her for destroying his friendship with Clark. She hated herself for being so weak, but when she thought about it, it was all Clark's fault. If he would just open up to her and tell her the truth, she would never had gone to Lex and the sex would never have happened. So basically it was his fault, his fault that drove her to Lex in the first place.

"No, no, no you can't blame him," she said out loud.

She slapped her forehead and sighed deeply. "Great, and now you're arguing with yourself on who's fault it was, when it's obvious it was your faul," she said to herself.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She was so confused. A part of her wanted to tell the truth, but she already knew the effect of it. And then it was Lex. She just couldn't stop thinking about him.