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Author's Note: A huge apology to everyone for the inordinately long time it has taken me to post. I have been on holiday, and I promise I will try to update at least once a week from now on. This is fairly light on Chlex, so I'm posting another with it. Please review so I know you care, or I'll stop updating entirely. As always CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is appreciated; and flames will be used to cook my tea.
Chapter 8: Another Love I Would Abuse.
"You have to be kidding me."
"No, Mrs. Potter sent the letter, they met at orientation."
"Christ, the things people do when you quite literally don't give a fuck about them." Lex was incredulous. "Did you do the other things I asked?"
"Yeah, she thinks you're a nice guy with a bad reputation, mostly hearsay and maliciousness."
"You're a good man Fordman."
"Sure. Just be nice to her, she's not exactly had the best luck with guys."
"I'll look after her."
"Make sure you do." Whitney said before hanging up the phone on Lex.
Lex drove home; he was ready to take Victoria up on her previous offer of a 'summer project'. He arrived back to find his stepsister watching a video screen intently.
"Vicky, will you stop watching pay-per-view porn, Dad only has so much money." He said with a smirk.
"Shut up Lex. It's Lana and Clark, I've given them some quality time."
"Voyeur." He said sitting in a chair.
"I wish, he's moving slower than a geriatric snail."
"Shame! I have news."
A beeper went off just as the pair on the screen was about to kiss.
"My Mom." Lana explained.
"See you soon." Clark said getting up to leave.
"Bye-bye."
Victoria shut off the monitor.
"That girl needs help." She moaned.
"Really do tell." Lex said distractedly.
"The boy is drooling all over her and she doesn't seem to notice."
"Well, give them a hand, make them realise what's going on. Can we talk about my problem now?"
"Of course, I'll let Mummy know about her little crush."
"How will that
serve any purpose?"
"She'll turn to us for help."
"Why do you assume I'd help?"
"Because Mrs. Potter ratted you out to goldilocks." Victoria replied coolly.
"How did you know that?"
"She told me." She picked up a nail file and went to work.
"And you didn't tell me because…"
"I thought you'd want to investigate, and you wouldn't have believed me."
"Fair point. What do I have to do?"
"Lana; you idiot."
"Which will serve what purpose exactly?"
"Revenge on Tyler." She said exasperatedly. "And Mrs. Potter, it'll be so funny when she realises Lana's not a little virgin angel anymore." Victoria was practically bouncing in her seat.
Lex rolled his eyes and left the room.
Noticing that Lex had disappeared, Victoria got up to find him.
"Lex what are you doing?"
"Work."
"Oh, that reminds me, have you fucked thingy yet?"
"No, I had to get myself talked up by Whitney first." He said slowly.
"Well, he's talked you up, shouldn't you be taking advantage of it?"
"I'm going to let her come to me, or at least leave it until tomorrow."
"Oh. I'm going to go tell on Lana and Clark. Want to come?" She asked brightly.
"No."
"Okay." She turned and clicked off down the hall to the lounge.
Lex arrived to find her speaking on the phone.
"Well, Mrs. Potter it would be wonderful if you could meet with me." Pause. "Oh no, somewhere less conspicuous, how about the Gucci shop down from that little Italian place?" Another pause. "Yes, I'll see you then." She hung up the phone and smiled.
"What's the smiling for? You're about to ruin Lana." Lex asked baffled.
"I am not ruining Lana." She said. "Two birds and one stone."
"Huh?"
"I need a new dress." She clicked off to get the car brought around.
Victoria floated around the dress racks. Every now and then she pulled a face at one. She picked up a blue summer dress and perused it, an older woman appeared at her shoulder.
"Victoria." She addressed her.
"Mrs. Potter, please we should sit."
They moved to a sofa at the edge of the shop.
"What on earth is wrong?"
"It's Lana, you know how fragile a young lady's reputation can be, and I'm very concerned about her conduct with that young music teacher." Victoria confided.
"Clark?!" The elder woman said aghast. "I thought he was gay."
"To be frank I don't know the last time a gay man sent love letters of the nature he has to a young lady. She's shown them to me, they are not acceptable."
"Well what should I do?"
"I suggest you end the acquaintance, but do so tactfully. The letters are in a box in her room."
"Thank you, it's good to know Lana has a friend like you looking out for her." Mrs. Potter said before leaving quickly to sort out her problem.
The sales clerk came over to Victoria.
"May I help you ma'am?"
"Yes, I'd like one of these in red and one in white, and could you recommend some shoes?" The sales clerk left to deal with her request, and Victoria settled into the couch.