CHAPTER FIVE
Senior year of college. A month before graduation. Chloe's bedroom in an off-campus apartment..
She gripped the phone so tightly that her knuckles began to turn white. It felt like all the life had been sucked out of her and through the receiver of the phone. Her other hand gripped the phone cord as if it were a life boat and she was about to sink.
"W-what did you say?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Sullivan, but there's has been an accident and your fiancé was killed on impact. The truck hit the motorcycle full force. The driver of the truck was intoxicated and going well above the speed limit. We need you to come down and identify the body. Again, I apologize," the voice on the other end said.
"Thank you," Chloe whispered. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she hung up the phone. Subconsciously, her right hand strayed to her stomach.
Dead? How could Jay be dead? Why did he have to die on the night that she was going to tell him the news? They were already going to get married, they had planned it for the past three months, now there was another reason for the marriage. The reason growing in Chloe.
Chloe could remember everything about her time with Jay. At first, she never even gave him a second look. He was just some guy from her broadcasting class who never stopped flirting or hitting on her. Chloe would sometimes complain about him to her dad but all her dad would say was, "You know you like it." And she did, that was the sickening part. She loved the banter, the flirting, the incessant candy and flowers that magically appeared on her desk with his number in bold, black ink. Finally, she gave in. She agreed to coffee.
That was only the start of it. They talked for hours that afternoon. They both had so much in common, yet they were both so different. They were both from small towns, they both were editors of their school newspapers at one point or another and they both had crushes on their best friends in high school. However, while Chloe was a slave to coffee, Jay hated it with a passion and while Chloe didn't come from a lot of money, Jay was loaded. Chloe didn't care though. She liked Jay, not his money.
So, coffee turned into lunch the next afternoon and dinner the night after that. Then it was either lunch or dinner every day. At last, Jay spent a few nights over at Chloe's either talking or doing other things. And the two fell in love. After going together for a year and four months, Chloe moved into Jay's apartment. A month later, they were engaged.
That motorcycle. Chloe wouldn't even go near it when he first got it. She warned him that it would be the death of him. It was just too ironic that only two months after she warned him, it ended up killing him.
Chloe sighed and lifted the receiver to her ear once again. She dialed the number that she knew by heart.
"Hello?" a male voice answered.
"Um, Pete? I-I'm p-pregnant," she answered right away. She couldn't control the tremble in her voice.
"Chloe? Is that you?"
"Y-yes. I'm pregnant and J-Jay's d-dead."
"Pete, honey, who is it?" she heard whispered on the other end. "It's Chloe. I think you better grab the other phone, Lana."
"Oh, Lana's there. Maybe I should call again later."
"No! Chloe, I'm right here. Tell us what happened," Lana ordered.
Chloe gave in. She told them the entire story about Jay and the baby. She was two and a half months along and now Jay would never know about their child. What was she going to do?
By the time the three hung up, the plans were already formulated. Chloe was going to finish college, graduate and move back to Smallville to live with her father until she could support herself. Jay's things would be packed and either given to his parents or charity. Any appliances in the kitchen or furniture, besides the television and stereo, were going to the Salvation Army. The theater system in the bedroom and the small radio in the bathroom were going to Lana and Pete, along with an old dresser that mainly held Jay's things. She would keep the pictures of them and of him and pack them with her things. Whatever was left, she would sell at the nearby pawn shop. All she needed were mementos, her things and her car.
In a month, Chloe was headed back to Smallville. She wondered what it was like without Clark.
Maybe she would get in touch with his parents. They always needed a few helping hands.
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So how do you like this? Remember, this stuff is totally AU.
Senior year of college. A month before graduation. Chloe's bedroom in an off-campus apartment..
She gripped the phone so tightly that her knuckles began to turn white. It felt like all the life had been sucked out of her and through the receiver of the phone. Her other hand gripped the phone cord as if it were a life boat and she was about to sink.
"W-what did you say?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Sullivan, but there's has been an accident and your fiancé was killed on impact. The truck hit the motorcycle full force. The driver of the truck was intoxicated and going well above the speed limit. We need you to come down and identify the body. Again, I apologize," the voice on the other end said.
"Thank you," Chloe whispered. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she hung up the phone. Subconsciously, her right hand strayed to her stomach.
Dead? How could Jay be dead? Why did he have to die on the night that she was going to tell him the news? They were already going to get married, they had planned it for the past three months, now there was another reason for the marriage. The reason growing in Chloe.
Chloe could remember everything about her time with Jay. At first, she never even gave him a second look. He was just some guy from her broadcasting class who never stopped flirting or hitting on her. Chloe would sometimes complain about him to her dad but all her dad would say was, "You know you like it." And she did, that was the sickening part. She loved the banter, the flirting, the incessant candy and flowers that magically appeared on her desk with his number in bold, black ink. Finally, she gave in. She agreed to coffee.
That was only the start of it. They talked for hours that afternoon. They both had so much in common, yet they were both so different. They were both from small towns, they both were editors of their school newspapers at one point or another and they both had crushes on their best friends in high school. However, while Chloe was a slave to coffee, Jay hated it with a passion and while Chloe didn't come from a lot of money, Jay was loaded. Chloe didn't care though. She liked Jay, not his money.
So, coffee turned into lunch the next afternoon and dinner the night after that. Then it was either lunch or dinner every day. At last, Jay spent a few nights over at Chloe's either talking or doing other things. And the two fell in love. After going together for a year and four months, Chloe moved into Jay's apartment. A month later, they were engaged.
That motorcycle. Chloe wouldn't even go near it when he first got it. She warned him that it would be the death of him. It was just too ironic that only two months after she warned him, it ended up killing him.
Chloe sighed and lifted the receiver to her ear once again. She dialed the number that she knew by heart.
"Hello?" a male voice answered.
"Um, Pete? I-I'm p-pregnant," she answered right away. She couldn't control the tremble in her voice.
"Chloe? Is that you?"
"Y-yes. I'm pregnant and J-Jay's d-dead."
"Pete, honey, who is it?" she heard whispered on the other end. "It's Chloe. I think you better grab the other phone, Lana."
"Oh, Lana's there. Maybe I should call again later."
"No! Chloe, I'm right here. Tell us what happened," Lana ordered.
Chloe gave in. She told them the entire story about Jay and the baby. She was two and a half months along and now Jay would never know about their child. What was she going to do?
By the time the three hung up, the plans were already formulated. Chloe was going to finish college, graduate and move back to Smallville to live with her father until she could support herself. Jay's things would be packed and either given to his parents or charity. Any appliances in the kitchen or furniture, besides the television and stereo, were going to the Salvation Army. The theater system in the bedroom and the small radio in the bathroom were going to Lana and Pete, along with an old dresser that mainly held Jay's things. She would keep the pictures of them and of him and pack them with her things. Whatever was left, she would sell at the nearby pawn shop. All she needed were mementos, her things and her car.
In a month, Chloe was headed back to Smallville. She wondered what it was like without Clark.
Maybe she would get in touch with his parents. They always needed a few helping hands.
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So how do you like this? Remember, this stuff is totally AU.