Chloe lifted her head from her glowing iMac. She thought she heard
something…footsteps?
Yep, that was probably it. Because right in front of her, leaning on the wall, was the blond quarterback
she avoided all day with such success.
His WB hair fell on his face, his blue eyes were as bright as ever. A perfect example of the All-American
boy stood on her threshold.
"Can we talk?" He asked, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "What about?" Chloe knew well enough what he wanted, but still hoped to avoid the subject
He moved inside the room. "We met at the shrink's office". "Yes" Chloe said in a neutral voice.
Whitney looked as if he was about to turn away for a second. Than came to his senses.
"I came to ask…to ask you not to tell anyone. See, I don't think my friends will understand my current…situation."
Chloe was down right surprised. She expected anything but this shy, hesitated request. Threats, sure, but not polite words.
"Look, fordman, I don't want people to know I went there, either. So, as long as you keep quiet, you can relax. I won't tell a soul."
Whitney looked extremely relieved.
"So, "Fordman's on Prozac" won't be the Torch's next headline?" He asked with a half-smile.
"Not unless you want it to."
He turned to leave. "Thanks, Sullivan. See you around"
"Honestly, Fordman, I hope not. The last time was more than enough."
He laughed. "Guess so. Bye"
"Bye."
Clark and Lana set at a table as close as possible to the cafeteria center.
They were talking. To be precise, Lana talked. Clark tried to eat the "mystery meet", which lay in his plate, and listen at the same time. Once in a while he murmured an encouraging "hmmm…"
The story Lana was telling had something to do with her parents, that much he was sure of. Other than that, he completely lost track five minutes ago.
He never thought before listening could be such hard
work. He always listened to Chloe, after all.
Chloe. He hasn't spoken to her for a while.
Actually, he
barely talked to her since he and Lana began to date, a month ago. Now that he thought of the matter, he
began to wonder. Was Chloe avoiding him?
He considered the problem for the next few moment- Lana didn't seem to notice.
She probably felt hurt because they didn't spend as much time together as they used to, he decided, feeling rather guilty. He'd go to the Torch room after school and talk to her.
Whitney knocked on the Torch's closed office. How can it be, she wondered, she was always there.
Yet, nobody answered, and he was about to leave when he heard noises behind him. "Chloe?"
It wasn't Chloe. Instead of the cute blonde, it was the guy who dated his girlfriend. His ex-girlfriend, if you insist.
"Fordman. What are you doing here?"
"I came to look for Chloe." Said Whitney as icily as he
could. He wasn't going to be nice to that guy.
"She's not?"
Clark tried the doorknob himself. The room was locked.
All he had to do was to glare at the quarterback in question. What does He want from Chloe?
"Well" Clark said at last "I'm going" If you see Chloe,
tell her I need to talk to her." He walked away, pissed.
Whitney looked after the annoyed Kent. An idea began to take form in his mind.
Chloe was ready for school when the doorbell rang.
There weren't many options- it was either
Clark or Pete. Pete was the more logical option these days, so she opened the door without her usual "Who's there?"
A moment later she was quite sorry for her lack of caution. Whitney Fordman was at her door.
"Hello, Chloe. I came to offer you a ride"
"Huh?"
"Come on" He took her school bag. And went to his truck. Chloe followed. This is a t.v. show, she decided, and this is the parallel dimensions episode, the one which
comes when the writers ran out of all the good ideas.
With my luck, I probably got the Lana Lang role in this world.
They got to the truck, and he opened the door for her.
As he started the car, she dared to ask.
"Whitney, why are you here?"
"To offer you a ride, of course. And a business proposal.
Yep, that was probably it. Because right in front of her, leaning on the wall, was the blond quarterback
she avoided all day with such success.
His WB hair fell on his face, his blue eyes were as bright as ever. A perfect example of the All-American
boy stood on her threshold.
"Can we talk?" He asked, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "What about?" Chloe knew well enough what he wanted, but still hoped to avoid the subject
He moved inside the room. "We met at the shrink's office". "Yes" Chloe said in a neutral voice.
Whitney looked as if he was about to turn away for a second. Than came to his senses.
"I came to ask…to ask you not to tell anyone. See, I don't think my friends will understand my current…situation."
Chloe was down right surprised. She expected anything but this shy, hesitated request. Threats, sure, but not polite words.
"Look, fordman, I don't want people to know I went there, either. So, as long as you keep quiet, you can relax. I won't tell a soul."
Whitney looked extremely relieved.
"So, "Fordman's on Prozac" won't be the Torch's next headline?" He asked with a half-smile.
"Not unless you want it to."
He turned to leave. "Thanks, Sullivan. See you around"
"Honestly, Fordman, I hope not. The last time was more than enough."
He laughed. "Guess so. Bye"
"Bye."
Clark and Lana set at a table as close as possible to the cafeteria center.
They were talking. To be precise, Lana talked. Clark tried to eat the "mystery meet", which lay in his plate, and listen at the same time. Once in a while he murmured an encouraging "hmmm…"
The story Lana was telling had something to do with her parents, that much he was sure of. Other than that, he completely lost track five minutes ago.
He never thought before listening could be such hard
work. He always listened to Chloe, after all.
Chloe. He hasn't spoken to her for a while.
Actually, he
barely talked to her since he and Lana began to date, a month ago. Now that he thought of the matter, he
began to wonder. Was Chloe avoiding him?
He considered the problem for the next few moment- Lana didn't seem to notice.
She probably felt hurt because they didn't spend as much time together as they used to, he decided, feeling rather guilty. He'd go to the Torch room after school and talk to her.
Whitney knocked on the Torch's closed office. How can it be, she wondered, she was always there.
Yet, nobody answered, and he was about to leave when he heard noises behind him. "Chloe?"
It wasn't Chloe. Instead of the cute blonde, it was the guy who dated his girlfriend. His ex-girlfriend, if you insist.
"Fordman. What are you doing here?"
"I came to look for Chloe." Said Whitney as icily as he
could. He wasn't going to be nice to that guy.
"She's not?"
Clark tried the doorknob himself. The room was locked.
All he had to do was to glare at the quarterback in question. What does He want from Chloe?
"Well" Clark said at last "I'm going" If you see Chloe,
tell her I need to talk to her." He walked away, pissed.
Whitney looked after the annoyed Kent. An idea began to take form in his mind.
Chloe was ready for school when the doorbell rang.
There weren't many options- it was either
Clark or Pete. Pete was the more logical option these days, so she opened the door without her usual "Who's there?"
A moment later she was quite sorry for her lack of caution. Whitney Fordman was at her door.
"Hello, Chloe. I came to offer you a ride"
"Huh?"
"Come on" He took her school bag. And went to his truck. Chloe followed. This is a t.v. show, she decided, and this is the parallel dimensions episode, the one which
comes when the writers ran out of all the good ideas.
With my luck, I probably got the Lana Lang role in this world.
They got to the truck, and he opened the door for her.
As he started the car, she dared to ask.
"Whitney, why are you here?"
"To offer you a ride, of course. And a business proposal.
