Disclaimer: Weirdly none of it's mine.
Author's Note: Hate To Say I Told You So is now all finished, but the last few updates haven't been coming up on the main page, that I'm aware of. I apologise for the slightly strange chapter titles, in a fit of being unable to name them I just used lines from 'Every You Every Me' by Placebo. It plays right at the beginning of CI and I love it.
Chapter 4: Prone to Cling.
Victoria could hear the sound of harp music from down the hall. She entered the room to see Lana playing, with a young man instructing her. She motioned her chauffer to be silent. They were close together, suddenly Lana growled in a very unladylike manner.
"I'll never be able to do it!" She moaned.
"Hey, calm down." The young man sat behind her and began top guide her hands over the strings. Lana's head fell back exposing her throat, just as the young man was about to kiss her, Victoria knocked a large box onto the floor.
"Alfonse! I shan't bring you places if you keep doing that." She scolded the man with her; he smiled knowingly to himself and picked up the mess. "I'm so sorry for my intrusion, your playing was beautiful."
Lana beamed at Victoria. "This is Clark Kent, he's teaching me harp over the summer."
"Hello." Victoria said shaking the young man's hand. "I'm Victoria Hardwick, a friend of Lana's."
"Hi." The young man said.
"Clark's pre-Julliard. He's writing an opera." Lana announced, obviously impressed.
"It's not an opera, it's an aria." Clark said, embarrassed. "Although I do hope to attempt an opera at some point. It'll probably end up more like 'Mr. Holland's opus' though." He smiled at the joke.
Victoria smiled politely, while Lana just beamed more.
"It's time I was leaving. Practice for tomorrow Lana."
"Okay Clark."
Clark left, and the girls moved through to the dining room.
"It's a shame it's raining, we could have gone to the park." Lana said.
"Yes it is a shame, but it's so much nicer to be able to talk to someone. The park is so full of distractions and noise."
"I guess you're right, here we can have a really good girly chat!" Lana said excitedly.
"I hear you're dating Tyler Randall."
"Oh yeah, he's so sweet, he's invited me to spend a few days at his parent's place just outside Kansas City. He was planning to take his ex, but apparently she's some rich bitch psycho who slept around on him." Victoria scowled slightly. "Oh, do you know her?" Lana asked, suddenly afraid she'd made a faux pas.
"She stole one of my ex's from me." Victoria stated simply.
"Oh, that's a shame."
"You know, if he's been hurt by a cheating girlfriend before you should be more careful."
"I'm sorry."
"With Clark, did I make a mistake, I'm so sorry if I did?"
"No, I mean well," she looked at Victoria and smiled, "he's sent me letters, they're hidden in my room."
"Have you replied?"
"No."
"Go get them, and I'll help you formulate the perfect answer."
"Really?"
"Of course, we're friends."
"Best friends." Lana said, before running off to get the letters.
This'll be too easy. Thought Victoria.