Secret
Chapter Three: The E-mail
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"Are you ready to order?" a geeky teenaged waiter asked as he came up to their table.
"Yeah, we'll have a large pepperoni pizza," Pete said. Chloe noticed that he was still smiling like a fiend, the victory for Smallville obviously stuck in his mind.
"And to drink?" the waiter asked.
"I'll have a Coke," Pete said.
"Coke," Clark agreed.
"Diet," Chloe said.
"I'll take a Diet Coke, too," Lana said, and smiled. When the waiter left, she asked: "How does it feel to win the game, Pete?" Obviously she had noticed his never-ending smile as well.
"Great!" Pete affirmed. "It's about time we won." He was right. This had been a bad year so far for the Crows. It was the first game they'd won all year.
Lana, Pete, and Clark continued to talk until the waiter brought them their drinks. When he had left once again, Lana spoke up. "You've been awfully quiet, Chloe. Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm just a little tired," she lied and gave them a fake smile. Just then, the pizza came, and they ate without much talk. After they finished eating, they began to pick up conversation again.
Clark noticed that Chloe looked upset, so he said: "I better get going now, guys. Ready Chloe?"
"Yeah," she said. Lana and Pete stood up so Clark and Chloe could get out. "Bye Pete. Lana," she said to them. Clark did the same, gave Pete half of the cost of the food, and they left the other two to finish the pizza.
Once they reached the parking lot, Clark questioned Chloe. "What's really wrong?" He knew Chloe long enough to know that when she said she was tired, it was a cover-up for something else.
"I'm just a little tired," she repeated. They had reached the truck, and she waited for Clark to unlock the doors. He did, and they both got in.
"Okay," he said as he started driving. He decided not to push it. If she wanted to tell him, she would. They were just about to her house when she finally said something.
"It's you, Clark," she said.
"What did I do?" he asked in self-defense.
"You know exactly what you did," she insisted.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"I was trying to get you to notice me all night at the football game. I was scooting closer to you, trying to get right next to you, and you didn't notice a thing. I thought we established that we had feelings for each other, yet you won't acknowledge it."
He looked at her. She was clearly upset. "I noticed it Chloe, but it's kind of an awkward position to be in when one of your best friends is sidling up to you and wanting to be. closer than you already are. I know that I said I wanted to be more than just friends, and I do, I really do, but I'm really nervous about it," he said.
"You're right," she said. "It does feel weird. But we're never going to get anywhere if one of us doesn't do anything." By that time, they were at her house. Clark stopped the engine. They just sat there.
Chloe guessed that they'd already shared that much, she might as well admit her secret to him... It would be hard, but she felt that it was now or never. And as she had said herself, they'd never get anywhere if they didn't say anything. But what she had to say was so irrelevant to what they had just talked about...
She had to tell him though. "Clark, there's something that I need to tell you," she said. She turned to face him. He was looking at her. She realized that he had come up right beside her, and she hadn't even noticed, after she had been mad about him not noticing her do the exact same thing. Another thing she noticed was that his face was nearing hers. Oh my God, she thought. Her eyes flickered and closed and she moved her face towards his. They were just about to start the kiss that Chloe had been waiting for for so long when a bright light shattered the moment. They looked towards her house, where the yard light had just been turned on. The door opened, and Mr. Sullivan emerged.
"Chloe, is that you?" he called.
Chloe let out an exasperated sigh and said, "Yeah dad." And to Clark: "I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night?" he asked.
"The dance, genius. We're required to go, for one thing, and we're going as a couple, for another," she said. They hadn't made any plans beforehand, and Clark was all for going as her date.
"Oh yeah. You'd better get going," he said, motioning to her dad.
"Yeah. Bye," she said. She got out and hurried to her front door. Clark sat there for about fifteen minutes before finally heading home himself.
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The next morning, Chloe woke up with a smile. She had a quick breakfast and headed to the school. Even though it was Saturday, she wanted to get some research done for next week's edition of The Torch.
As soon as she got to the office, she logged onto a computer and got onto the Internet. She checked her e-mail, even though it was against school policy. She was feeling lively today, and the only other person in the school at the time was the janitor, anyway. She had five pieces of mail in her inbox. Four of them were just "credit reduction" and "free porn" offers that she deleted with disgust. The fifth, however, didn't have a subject, so she clicked it to see what it was. She read over the short page.
Dear Ms. Sullivan,
Your close friend, Clark Kent, has a big secret that he's hiding from you. And in all actuality, it's connected with the secret that you have. Since you're such a "super-reporter," I'll let you figure it out on your own.
Chloe stared at the typed words. How could anyone know about her secret? Clark was the only person she had come close to telling. She checked to see whom the e-mail was from, but, impossibly, it didn't say who had sent it.
How can Clark have a secret like mine? she thought. She printed the e- mail, put the paper in her pocket, and logged off the computer and went straight to the Ross's.
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Chapter Three: The E-mail
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"Are you ready to order?" a geeky teenaged waiter asked as he came up to their table.
"Yeah, we'll have a large pepperoni pizza," Pete said. Chloe noticed that he was still smiling like a fiend, the victory for Smallville obviously stuck in his mind.
"And to drink?" the waiter asked.
"I'll have a Coke," Pete said.
"Coke," Clark agreed.
"Diet," Chloe said.
"I'll take a Diet Coke, too," Lana said, and smiled. When the waiter left, she asked: "How does it feel to win the game, Pete?" Obviously she had noticed his never-ending smile as well.
"Great!" Pete affirmed. "It's about time we won." He was right. This had been a bad year so far for the Crows. It was the first game they'd won all year.
Lana, Pete, and Clark continued to talk until the waiter brought them their drinks. When he had left once again, Lana spoke up. "You've been awfully quiet, Chloe. Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm just a little tired," she lied and gave them a fake smile. Just then, the pizza came, and they ate without much talk. After they finished eating, they began to pick up conversation again.
Clark noticed that Chloe looked upset, so he said: "I better get going now, guys. Ready Chloe?"
"Yeah," she said. Lana and Pete stood up so Clark and Chloe could get out. "Bye Pete. Lana," she said to them. Clark did the same, gave Pete half of the cost of the food, and they left the other two to finish the pizza.
Once they reached the parking lot, Clark questioned Chloe. "What's really wrong?" He knew Chloe long enough to know that when she said she was tired, it was a cover-up for something else.
"I'm just a little tired," she repeated. They had reached the truck, and she waited for Clark to unlock the doors. He did, and they both got in.
"Okay," he said as he started driving. He decided not to push it. If she wanted to tell him, she would. They were just about to her house when she finally said something.
"It's you, Clark," she said.
"What did I do?" he asked in self-defense.
"You know exactly what you did," she insisted.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"I was trying to get you to notice me all night at the football game. I was scooting closer to you, trying to get right next to you, and you didn't notice a thing. I thought we established that we had feelings for each other, yet you won't acknowledge it."
He looked at her. She was clearly upset. "I noticed it Chloe, but it's kind of an awkward position to be in when one of your best friends is sidling up to you and wanting to be. closer than you already are. I know that I said I wanted to be more than just friends, and I do, I really do, but I'm really nervous about it," he said.
"You're right," she said. "It does feel weird. But we're never going to get anywhere if one of us doesn't do anything." By that time, they were at her house. Clark stopped the engine. They just sat there.
Chloe guessed that they'd already shared that much, she might as well admit her secret to him... It would be hard, but she felt that it was now or never. And as she had said herself, they'd never get anywhere if they didn't say anything. But what she had to say was so irrelevant to what they had just talked about...
She had to tell him though. "Clark, there's something that I need to tell you," she said. She turned to face him. He was looking at her. She realized that he had come up right beside her, and she hadn't even noticed, after she had been mad about him not noticing her do the exact same thing. Another thing she noticed was that his face was nearing hers. Oh my God, she thought. Her eyes flickered and closed and she moved her face towards his. They were just about to start the kiss that Chloe had been waiting for for so long when a bright light shattered the moment. They looked towards her house, where the yard light had just been turned on. The door opened, and Mr. Sullivan emerged.
"Chloe, is that you?" he called.
Chloe let out an exasperated sigh and said, "Yeah dad." And to Clark: "I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night?" he asked.
"The dance, genius. We're required to go, for one thing, and we're going as a couple, for another," she said. They hadn't made any plans beforehand, and Clark was all for going as her date.
"Oh yeah. You'd better get going," he said, motioning to her dad.
"Yeah. Bye," she said. She got out and hurried to her front door. Clark sat there for about fifteen minutes before finally heading home himself.
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The next morning, Chloe woke up with a smile. She had a quick breakfast and headed to the school. Even though it was Saturday, she wanted to get some research done for next week's edition of The Torch.
As soon as she got to the office, she logged onto a computer and got onto the Internet. She checked her e-mail, even though it was against school policy. She was feeling lively today, and the only other person in the school at the time was the janitor, anyway. She had five pieces of mail in her inbox. Four of them were just "credit reduction" and "free porn" offers that she deleted with disgust. The fifth, however, didn't have a subject, so she clicked it to see what it was. She read over the short page.
Dear Ms. Sullivan,
Your close friend, Clark Kent, has a big secret that he's hiding from you. And in all actuality, it's connected with the secret that you have. Since you're such a "super-reporter," I'll let you figure it out on your own.
Chloe stared at the typed words. How could anyone know about her secret? Clark was the only person she had come close to telling. She checked to see whom the e-mail was from, but, impossibly, it didn't say who had sent it.
How can Clark have a secret like mine? she thought. She printed the e- mail, put the paper in her pocket, and logged off the computer and went straight to the Ross's.
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Is it getting good? Hope so! More soon, I promise! Also, please check out my Smallville website. It's not the best, but I think it's pretty good so far. Thanks.
http://www.angelfire.com/sc3/welcometosmallville