Chapter 12: Discovery number two
"Can you stop being so damn obvious?" Whitney hissed in her ear, she closed her locker and turned to face him.
"We are not being obvious" she protested "He gave me a ride to school"
"Like he does every day, huh?" Whitney growled, Chloe laughed.
"You learn fast, my young padawan" she said solemnly, walking away. He caught up with her
"You have hickeys on your neck, four of them"
Chloe groaned and tried to see them "I only had three this morning"
Whitney closed his eyes and shuddered "Just try to be a little more...inconspicuous so people don't suspect anything-"
"Suspect what?" Clark asked, looking at both of them.
"I-uh-well" Whitney stuttered, running his hand nervously through his hair.
"Their defence mechanism" Chloe supplied "So the other team doesn't suspect what defence mechanism they're using, they don't, er, speak about it, they use code, right Whitney?"
"Yes, that's right!" Whitney replied, relieved.
"Why would she want to know that?" Pete asked, appearing next to Clark. Chloe fiddled with the hem of her shirt as a nervous gesture.
"An interview! Yeah an interview, for the sport section of the paper" Whitney's left eye twitched.
"Oh" Clark said, still seeming suspicious.
"That's good, we need another sport article" Pete said approvingly, Chloe made a mental note to make a shrine of Pete when she got home.
"We'll continue this interview later, OK?" Whitney said, walking away.
"Yeah, see you" she said meekly.
"Chloe, why are you doing an interview with Whitney, out of all the football players you chose Whitney, why?" Clark frowned and looked expectantly at her.
"He's the only one I know" Chloe stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What's that on your neck?" Pete asked, pointing to the four hickeys.
"What?" Chloe asked innocently, trying to cover them as casually as possible.
"Those bruises..." Clark said, inspecting them closely, Chloe jumped away.
"Oh them" she forced a short laugh "I fell down the stairs this morning" Chloe silently cursed herself for her stupid excuse.
"Are you alright?" They both said together, trying to get better view of her 'injuries' She forced another shrill giggle.
"I'm fine" she moved backwards and stumbled, she laughed again. "Silly me, well gotta go, bye seeya bye" she ran around the corner, desperate to get away from her inquisitive friends 'God' she thought to herself 'I never realised how annoying it is to be asked questions all the time'.
"Do you think there's more going on than she's telling us?" Pete asked
Clark shrugged "I have no idea" he said, walking to his next class.
*~*
Chloe, once again, found herself staying up late to complete the latest issue of the Torch. Much to her disappointment, Lex hadn't dropped by the say hello, or make out or... The phone by her computer began ringing, and she picked it up
"Torch office, how can I help you ?" Chloe asked politely, sandwiching the receiver between her ear and shoulder as she continued typing.
"Come over so I can bathe you in warm olive oil" Lex whispered seductively over the line.
"Lex?"
"Clark?"
Chloe burst out laughing "You're an idiot" she pointed out.
"You mean this isn't Clark?" Lex said, feigning disappointment.
"What do you want, baby?" she asked, turning her chair away from the door.
"To hear your voice" he admitted, she chuckled.
"Well, now you have it, what are you going to do with it?" she purred, wrapping the cord around her finger.
"Oh I don't know" he replied, matching her tone.
"I want you so badly, Lex" she breathed, running her hand over her thigh. Lex began breathing a little heavily.
"Really? If you had me, what would you do with me?" he said huskily.
"Well" she began, stroking her stomach "I would put a block of ice in my mouth and lick you all over. Starting with your neck" she closed her eyes " and you would be tied to the bed, unable to touch me where you want to, unable to feel my hot, moist skin. I would lick down your chest and bite you, causing you to moan" Lex moaned as she said that, and she smiled softly "I'm kissing down your stomach, leaving a trail of saliva and-" Chloe stopped immediately when she heard a small noise behind her, she spun around and her mouth dropped. There stood Lana, her mouth agape and eyes wide open, and yes, a small pile of books at her feet.
"Yes?" Lex choked out
"I have to go, Lex" she said in a small voice "I'll see you later" she hung up before he answered. The shared a long, overwhelmingly awkward silence, looking away from each others faces. She was in trouble, Lana was sure to tell everyone and she would in trouble on so many levels, but it was Chloe who interrupted the silence.
"So" she said "You're probably wondering what I was doing" Lana met her eyes and shook her head
"You were phone doing it with Lex Luthor"
There was another long pause, she wished her face would turn back to a normal colour "Yes, I was" pause, let out of breath "But you can't tell anyone"
"Why not?" she asked, bending down to pick up her scattered books.
"It's just a...physical thing" she coughed out the words, which sounded cliché, even to her own ears.
"You and Lex?" she asked doubtfully "a physical thing?"
"I know but...what's that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
"Nothing" she said sheepishly "It's just, I've seen the women he usually goes out with, and well..." she trailed off and shrugged.
"I know, I still don't get it either" Chloe confessed, rising to help her with her books
"I can understand though, he has this thing about him..." her eyes became dreamy and Chloe felt a stab of jealousy, but she kept her mouth shut
"I thought you were with Whitney" she muttered stiffly, scooping up the remainder of Lana's books.
"I am" she said, offended.
"I'm sorry" Chloe sighed "I just, like him...a lot" and you already stole Clark away from me you back-stabbing whore! She screamed in her head.
"It's OK" Lana said smilingly "So am I the only other person who knows?"
"You and er Whitney" Lana dropped her books again and Chloe gathered them up again, laughing.
"Whitney knows?" Lana asked incredulously, accepting the books
"He found us um making out on the porch at your party, he swore not to tell a soul"
"But he's a horrible liar" Lana wrinkled her nose and they shared a knowing nod
"Yes, but only if someone asks him, and I doubt anyone will"
Lana prepared to leave "I'll let you get back to...your stuff" Chloe laughed
"Yep, and Lana" she turned around.
"Yes?"
"Thanks for not telling anyone"
Lana smiled "No problem Chlo, just don't let yourself get hurt"
Chloe smiled back "I won't"
"Oh an you might want to try an oil-based concealer, or until then you should invest in turtlenecks"
"I will"
"Can you stop being so damn obvious?" Whitney hissed in her ear, she closed her locker and turned to face him.
"We are not being obvious" she protested "He gave me a ride to school"
"Like he does every day, huh?" Whitney growled, Chloe laughed.
"You learn fast, my young padawan" she said solemnly, walking away. He caught up with her
"You have hickeys on your neck, four of them"
Chloe groaned and tried to see them "I only had three this morning"
Whitney closed his eyes and shuddered "Just try to be a little more...inconspicuous so people don't suspect anything-"
"Suspect what?" Clark asked, looking at both of them.
"I-uh-well" Whitney stuttered, running his hand nervously through his hair.
"Their defence mechanism" Chloe supplied "So the other team doesn't suspect what defence mechanism they're using, they don't, er, speak about it, they use code, right Whitney?"
"Yes, that's right!" Whitney replied, relieved.
"Why would she want to know that?" Pete asked, appearing next to Clark. Chloe fiddled with the hem of her shirt as a nervous gesture.
"An interview! Yeah an interview, for the sport section of the paper" Whitney's left eye twitched.
"Oh" Clark said, still seeming suspicious.
"That's good, we need another sport article" Pete said approvingly, Chloe made a mental note to make a shrine of Pete when she got home.
"We'll continue this interview later, OK?" Whitney said, walking away.
"Yeah, see you" she said meekly.
"Chloe, why are you doing an interview with Whitney, out of all the football players you chose Whitney, why?" Clark frowned and looked expectantly at her.
"He's the only one I know" Chloe stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What's that on your neck?" Pete asked, pointing to the four hickeys.
"What?" Chloe asked innocently, trying to cover them as casually as possible.
"Those bruises..." Clark said, inspecting them closely, Chloe jumped away.
"Oh them" she forced a short laugh "I fell down the stairs this morning" Chloe silently cursed herself for her stupid excuse.
"Are you alright?" They both said together, trying to get better view of her 'injuries' She forced another shrill giggle.
"I'm fine" she moved backwards and stumbled, she laughed again. "Silly me, well gotta go, bye seeya bye" she ran around the corner, desperate to get away from her inquisitive friends 'God' she thought to herself 'I never realised how annoying it is to be asked questions all the time'.
"Do you think there's more going on than she's telling us?" Pete asked
Clark shrugged "I have no idea" he said, walking to his next class.
*~*
Chloe, once again, found herself staying up late to complete the latest issue of the Torch. Much to her disappointment, Lex hadn't dropped by the say hello, or make out or... The phone by her computer began ringing, and she picked it up
"Torch office, how can I help you ?" Chloe asked politely, sandwiching the receiver between her ear and shoulder as she continued typing.
"Come over so I can bathe you in warm olive oil" Lex whispered seductively over the line.
"Lex?"
"Clark?"
Chloe burst out laughing "You're an idiot" she pointed out.
"You mean this isn't Clark?" Lex said, feigning disappointment.
"What do you want, baby?" she asked, turning her chair away from the door.
"To hear your voice" he admitted, she chuckled.
"Well, now you have it, what are you going to do with it?" she purred, wrapping the cord around her finger.
"Oh I don't know" he replied, matching her tone.
"I want you so badly, Lex" she breathed, running her hand over her thigh. Lex began breathing a little heavily.
"Really? If you had me, what would you do with me?" he said huskily.
"Well" she began, stroking her stomach "I would put a block of ice in my mouth and lick you all over. Starting with your neck" she closed her eyes " and you would be tied to the bed, unable to touch me where you want to, unable to feel my hot, moist skin. I would lick down your chest and bite you, causing you to moan" Lex moaned as she said that, and she smiled softly "I'm kissing down your stomach, leaving a trail of saliva and-" Chloe stopped immediately when she heard a small noise behind her, she spun around and her mouth dropped. There stood Lana, her mouth agape and eyes wide open, and yes, a small pile of books at her feet.
"Yes?" Lex choked out
"I have to go, Lex" she said in a small voice "I'll see you later" she hung up before he answered. The shared a long, overwhelmingly awkward silence, looking away from each others faces. She was in trouble, Lana was sure to tell everyone and she would in trouble on so many levels, but it was Chloe who interrupted the silence.
"So" she said "You're probably wondering what I was doing" Lana met her eyes and shook her head
"You were phone doing it with Lex Luthor"
There was another long pause, she wished her face would turn back to a normal colour "Yes, I was" pause, let out of breath "But you can't tell anyone"
"Why not?" she asked, bending down to pick up her scattered books.
"It's just a...physical thing" she coughed out the words, which sounded cliché, even to her own ears.
"You and Lex?" she asked doubtfully "a physical thing?"
"I know but...what's that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
"Nothing" she said sheepishly "It's just, I've seen the women he usually goes out with, and well..." she trailed off and shrugged.
"I know, I still don't get it either" Chloe confessed, rising to help her with her books
"I can understand though, he has this thing about him..." her eyes became dreamy and Chloe felt a stab of jealousy, but she kept her mouth shut
"I thought you were with Whitney" she muttered stiffly, scooping up the remainder of Lana's books.
"I am" she said, offended.
"I'm sorry" Chloe sighed "I just, like him...a lot" and you already stole Clark away from me you back-stabbing whore! She screamed in her head.
"It's OK" Lana said smilingly "So am I the only other person who knows?"
"You and er Whitney" Lana dropped her books again and Chloe gathered them up again, laughing.
"Whitney knows?" Lana asked incredulously, accepting the books
"He found us um making out on the porch at your party, he swore not to tell a soul"
"But he's a horrible liar" Lana wrinkled her nose and they shared a knowing nod
"Yes, but only if someone asks him, and I doubt anyone will"
Lana prepared to leave "I'll let you get back to...your stuff" Chloe laughed
"Yep, and Lana" she turned around.
"Yes?"
"Thanks for not telling anyone"
Lana smiled "No problem Chlo, just don't let yourself get hurt"
Chloe smiled back "I won't"
"Oh an you might want to try an oil-based concealer, or until then you should invest in turtlenecks"
"I will"