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Guilt
Part 7
Author: Morley
Disclaimers in Part 1
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Lana sat alone on her porch thinking about the past few days. If she were Clark's parents, she would have pressed charges against Whitney. How could he do something like that?
She knew Whitney was always jealous of her friendship with Clark, but this was beyond anything she could ever imagine. He must of realized that Clark was allergic to the meteor rocks the day he strung him in a corn field.
"Hey, Lana." She looked up to see Clark standing in front of her. How long had he been standing there? "Not too long," he said as if reading her mind.
"Hi. How's your dad?" she asked, making room for him to sit next to her.
Clark smiled. "He's feeling great, thanks."
Lana smiled back. "I take it you're feeling pretty good yourself?"
"I am," he replied. "But, I didn't come here to talk about me. I came her to see you."
"That's sweet, Clark, but I'm okay. Really." He gave her a look that said, 'pull the other one'. "Fine! I've been thinking about what Whitney did to you and it hurt me. I can't figure out what I ever saw in him! Maybe I was blinded by his good looks and all-around man of Smallville High. I don't know. The point is, I went from loving him to hating him in a matter of seconds."
She took a deep breath and continued. "When I saw him kick you, I wanted to pull him away and kill him. He had no right to do that to you."
"Lana, you can't change what happened. He obviously didn't care about you or your feelings. There are plenty of guys who would give anything to be with you."
"Anyone in particular, Clark?" she asked, gazing into his eyes.
Clark didn't know what to say to that. He had loved Lana since the day they met, but right now... It just didn't seem like the right time to say anything. Besides, there was someone else who was on his mind.
"Um... well, that is, I don't know personally."
Lana sighed. She was never going to get Clark to open up to her. She knew he really liked her, but she also knew there was another person holding him back from her. And it wasn't Whitney.
"You'd better get home," she said. "It's getting late."
Clark nodded and got up. "G'night, Lana."
"Night, Clark, and thanks."
He smiled. "You're welcome."
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Clark headed down the hallway of Smallville High. "You can do this!" he encouraged himself.
"Clark, who are you talking to?" He turned and found himself face to face with Pete. "Have you finally gone mad?"
"No, I haven't. Not yet anyway. I was going to tell Chloe and I'm trying to decide how to go about it."
Pete eyed his friend. "Tell Chloe? As in, 'Chloe, I wanna go out with you'. 'Chloe, I'm not obsessed with Lana Lang anymore, I'm obsessed with you.'?"
Clark nodded. "Something along those lines, yeah."
"Good luck!" Pete said, clapping his friend on the back. "And call me when you get home tonight."
Chloe poked her head out of the Torch office. "I thought I heard voices out here."
"You heard... voices?"
"Yeah, but I couldn't tell what you two were discussing so intently. Come on in. Besides, I think your article is late, Mr. Kent."
Clark smiled and handed it to her. "I don't know if it came out good or not. Feel free to trash it if you want."
"I'm sure it's good, Clark," she replied.
"Um, Chloe, there's something I want to tell you." She looked up at him expectantly. *God, her eyes are beautiful!*
"Heeellooo!" Chloe said, waving a hand in front of Clark's face. "Are you with me?"
Clark cleared his throat. "Yeah, right here." He decided he didn't need words and bent his head to her hers.
*Finally!* Chloe thought happily as his lips descended onto hers. She never thought a kiss could feel so wonderful. She didn't want to stop, but they both knew they needed to come for air.
"Chloe, I'm sorry it took me so long to realize how I feel about you," he said. "Do you think we could try to work this out?"
Chloe nodded. "Definately!"
Clark smiled at her. That was taken care of. Now he had to decide whether or not to tell her everything. He kissed her forehead. 'One step at a time, Clark.'
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Lana sat alone on her porch thinking about the past few days. If she were Clark's parents, she would have pressed charges against Whitney. How could he do something like that?
She knew Whitney was always jealous of her friendship with Clark, but this was beyond anything she could ever imagine. He must of realized that Clark was allergic to the meteor rocks the day he strung him in a corn field.
"Hey, Lana." She looked up to see Clark standing in front of her. How long had he been standing there? "Not too long," he said as if reading her mind.
"Hi. How's your dad?" she asked, making room for him to sit next to her.
Clark smiled. "He's feeling great, thanks."
Lana smiled back. "I take it you're feeling pretty good yourself?"
"I am," he replied. "But, I didn't come here to talk about me. I came her to see you."
"That's sweet, Clark, but I'm okay. Really." He gave her a look that said, 'pull the other one'. "Fine! I've been thinking about what Whitney did to you and it hurt me. I can't figure out what I ever saw in him! Maybe I was blinded by his good looks and all-around man of Smallville High. I don't know. The point is, I went from loving him to hating him in a matter of seconds."
She took a deep breath and continued. "When I saw him kick you, I wanted to pull him away and kill him. He had no right to do that to you."
"Lana, you can't change what happened. He obviously didn't care about you or your feelings. There are plenty of guys who would give anything to be with you."
"Anyone in particular, Clark?" she asked, gazing into his eyes.
Clark didn't know what to say to that. He had loved Lana since the day they met, but right now... It just didn't seem like the right time to say anything. Besides, there was someone else who was on his mind.
"Um... well, that is, I don't know personally."
Lana sighed. She was never going to get Clark to open up to her. She knew he really liked her, but she also knew there was another person holding him back from her. And it wasn't Whitney.
"You'd better get home," she said. "It's getting late."
Clark nodded and got up. "G'night, Lana."
"Night, Clark, and thanks."
He smiled. "You're welcome."
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Clark headed down the hallway of Smallville High. "You can do this!" he encouraged himself.
"Clark, who are you talking to?" He turned and found himself face to face with Pete. "Have you finally gone mad?"
"No, I haven't. Not yet anyway. I was going to tell Chloe and I'm trying to decide how to go about it."
Pete eyed his friend. "Tell Chloe? As in, 'Chloe, I wanna go out with you'. 'Chloe, I'm not obsessed with Lana Lang anymore, I'm obsessed with you.'?"
Clark nodded. "Something along those lines, yeah."
"Good luck!" Pete said, clapping his friend on the back. "And call me when you get home tonight."
Chloe poked her head out of the Torch office. "I thought I heard voices out here."
"You heard... voices?"
"Yeah, but I couldn't tell what you two were discussing so intently. Come on in. Besides, I think your article is late, Mr. Kent."
Clark smiled and handed it to her. "I don't know if it came out good or not. Feel free to trash it if you want."
"I'm sure it's good, Clark," she replied.
"Um, Chloe, there's something I want to tell you." She looked up at him expectantly. *God, her eyes are beautiful!*
"Heeellooo!" Chloe said, waving a hand in front of Clark's face. "Are you with me?"
Clark cleared his throat. "Yeah, right here." He decided he didn't need words and bent his head to her hers.
*Finally!* Chloe thought happily as his lips descended onto hers. She never thought a kiss could feel so wonderful. She didn't want to stop, but they both knew they needed to come for air.
"Chloe, I'm sorry it took me so long to realize how I feel about you," he said. "Do you think we could try to work this out?"
Chloe nodded. "Definately!"
Clark smiled at her. That was taken care of. Now he had to decide whether or not to tell her everything. He kissed her forehead. 'One step at a time, Clark.'
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