Chapter 5: WTF?
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"So how did you find this place?"
"Lex told me about it. he said Granville Sushi was the only place you could get decent Japanese food without having to drive back to Metropolis."
"So you brought me out all the way to Granville to eat raw fish. Have any more surprises for me?"
"You know oysters are considered to be aphrodisiacs," I state, giving him a mischievous smirk.
"I think I'll pass," he responds bluntly.
He picks at his food with his chopsticks, almost bored.
"Um, so did you like my little gift I gave you at school?"
"Gift?"
"You know, in the supply closet."
"Right, the supply closet. You know my memory's not that great, why don't you describe it to me."
"Clark!" I blush. I look both ways to make sure no one's eavesdropping and then whisper in his ear.
"Oh, that."
"So, how was it? I know I'm not very experienced."
"That's for sure." he trails off.
I stare at him in disbelief at his response. He ignores me and scans the room for a waitress and motions for her to come over.
"Hey, doll, you think you could get us some more Green Tea. Thanks, a million babe," he says before slapping her on the ass.
"Clark!! What has gotten into you?"
"What are you talking about? Oh about that thing, in the supply closet? I've had better."
"What?!?"
"I think you heard me."
A scowl comes over my face as I ask, "Who?"
"Oh, um Chloe? Yeah, Chloe, just before you picked me up, gave me a mean - "
"I can't believe this!"
"Lana, it's no big deal, you'll get better with practice!"
I quickly get up, trying to choke back the tears and rush out of the restaurant, knocking over a waiter on the way out. By vision is blurred but I manage my way into the car without much difficulty. I break down and weep, shakes overwhelming me. After a solid ten minutes, I look back and through the window and spot him, still in the restaurant, finishing his dinner. He sees me and waves, oblivious to my tears.
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Where is she? I pick up the phone and dial her number again, still no answer. I look through my telescope at her house, no cars parked outside. The phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, careful not to crush it, in my anxious state.
"Lana?"
"Sorry, man, it's Pete."
"Oh, hey Pete, do you know where Lana is? She was supposed to pick up an hour ago for our date, but she never showed."
"You think something happened to her?"
"No, but I do now. Thanks a lot."
"Sorry, maybe it's got something to do with Whitney."
"Whitney?"
"Yeah, I saw him in town today, he got discharged from the Marines."
"He's back?"
"Yeah he got back today."
"You don't think they're."
"No way, Clark, I don't think you have to worry about that. He's out of the picture. Maybe they were just catching up and she lost track of time or something."
"You don't sound very reassuring."
Pete falls into silence as a bad feeling comes over me. I hear the call- waiting tone.
"That must be Lana, I'll talk to you later, Pete. Hello?"
"Hey Clark"
"Lana, where are you? You were supposed to pick me up an hour ago!"
"In Granville, I sort of lost track of time. Whitney's back, I was just catching up with him. I'm really sorry Clark."
A sigh of relief escapes me, what do you know, Pete was right all along.
"But that's not the reason I called you," she continues.
"What?"
"Listen, I think you're a great guy and all, but I don't think we were meant to be."
"Huh?!"
"I'm sorry, Clark, I'm getting back together with Whitney."
"But - "
"Listen, I know this is hard for you to accept, but when he came back today, I realized how much I love him. I used you Clark, you were just a substitute while he was away, and that was wrong of me. I'm truly sorry. Whitney! Whitney, zip your pants back up!"
Click.
I hold on to the handset for what seems to be an eternity as I stare off into space, not believing what I just heard. Without warning the phone falls out of my hand and crashes down onto the floor. My hands tremble as I sit down and try to mentally numb the shooting pains stabbing at my chest. Tears wet my eyes and trail down my cheek as I start to mumble incoherently.
I pause, when I spot a lone figure at the foot of the stairs climbing the stairs, sporting a sympathetic look of concern.
"Chloe?"
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Oh Lord, he looks crushed. I've never seen anyone so sad in my entire life. Clark Kent, man of steel, reduced to a quivering mess. I slowly make my way of the stairs and place my arm on his shoulder. He turns and holds on to me, like a drowning man, clinging to lifeboat. It is then I realize just how huge he is. in stature; he's almost crushing me.
"Clark - "
"Sorry, Chloe," he says apologetically.
He pulls away, tears still evident in his eyes. He does his best not to look at me. It breaks my heart to see this.
"What happened?"
He mumbles something about Lana and the word 'bitch,' so I nod, understandingly. I move myself back close to him and I do my best to hold him once again. A myriad of emotions goes through me as he rocks against me like a child. Sadness. Pity. Sympathy. But, where's the love? I should be happy, shouldn't I? Lana did something horrible and now she's out of the picture. I sit there for what seems like hours, contemplating my feelings.
I put my thoughts aside when I realize Clark has fallen asleep. I cover him with a nearby quilt, and walk away, confused. I find myself wondering what Lana did to him, and how she was doing, and then it hits me like a Mack truck. I stop in my tracks as the memories from years past flood back into my mind. Images that I had buried inside for so long flash back across my eyes. No, it can't be. I run back to the car, refusing to believe it to be true.
I wipe a tear aside as I get behind the wheel to drive home, and I pray. Not me too. Please, not me.
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A/N: WTF is Chloe taking about? We'll see.
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"So how did you find this place?"
"Lex told me about it. he said Granville Sushi was the only place you could get decent Japanese food without having to drive back to Metropolis."
"So you brought me out all the way to Granville to eat raw fish. Have any more surprises for me?"
"You know oysters are considered to be aphrodisiacs," I state, giving him a mischievous smirk.
"I think I'll pass," he responds bluntly.
He picks at his food with his chopsticks, almost bored.
"Um, so did you like my little gift I gave you at school?"
"Gift?"
"You know, in the supply closet."
"Right, the supply closet. You know my memory's not that great, why don't you describe it to me."
"Clark!" I blush. I look both ways to make sure no one's eavesdropping and then whisper in his ear.
"Oh, that."
"So, how was it? I know I'm not very experienced."
"That's for sure." he trails off.
I stare at him in disbelief at his response. He ignores me and scans the room for a waitress and motions for her to come over.
"Hey, doll, you think you could get us some more Green Tea. Thanks, a million babe," he says before slapping her on the ass.
"Clark!! What has gotten into you?"
"What are you talking about? Oh about that thing, in the supply closet? I've had better."
"What?!?"
"I think you heard me."
A scowl comes over my face as I ask, "Who?"
"Oh, um Chloe? Yeah, Chloe, just before you picked me up, gave me a mean - "
"I can't believe this!"
"Lana, it's no big deal, you'll get better with practice!"
I quickly get up, trying to choke back the tears and rush out of the restaurant, knocking over a waiter on the way out. By vision is blurred but I manage my way into the car without much difficulty. I break down and weep, shakes overwhelming me. After a solid ten minutes, I look back and through the window and spot him, still in the restaurant, finishing his dinner. He sees me and waves, oblivious to my tears.
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Where is she? I pick up the phone and dial her number again, still no answer. I look through my telescope at her house, no cars parked outside. The phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, careful not to crush it, in my anxious state.
"Lana?"
"Sorry, man, it's Pete."
"Oh, hey Pete, do you know where Lana is? She was supposed to pick up an hour ago for our date, but she never showed."
"You think something happened to her?"
"No, but I do now. Thanks a lot."
"Sorry, maybe it's got something to do with Whitney."
"Whitney?"
"Yeah, I saw him in town today, he got discharged from the Marines."
"He's back?"
"Yeah he got back today."
"You don't think they're."
"No way, Clark, I don't think you have to worry about that. He's out of the picture. Maybe they were just catching up and she lost track of time or something."
"You don't sound very reassuring."
Pete falls into silence as a bad feeling comes over me. I hear the call- waiting tone.
"That must be Lana, I'll talk to you later, Pete. Hello?"
"Hey Clark"
"Lana, where are you? You were supposed to pick me up an hour ago!"
"In Granville, I sort of lost track of time. Whitney's back, I was just catching up with him. I'm really sorry Clark."
A sigh of relief escapes me, what do you know, Pete was right all along.
"But that's not the reason I called you," she continues.
"What?"
"Listen, I think you're a great guy and all, but I don't think we were meant to be."
"Huh?!"
"I'm sorry, Clark, I'm getting back together with Whitney."
"But - "
"Listen, I know this is hard for you to accept, but when he came back today, I realized how much I love him. I used you Clark, you were just a substitute while he was away, and that was wrong of me. I'm truly sorry. Whitney! Whitney, zip your pants back up!"
Click.
I hold on to the handset for what seems to be an eternity as I stare off into space, not believing what I just heard. Without warning the phone falls out of my hand and crashes down onto the floor. My hands tremble as I sit down and try to mentally numb the shooting pains stabbing at my chest. Tears wet my eyes and trail down my cheek as I start to mumble incoherently.
I pause, when I spot a lone figure at the foot of the stairs climbing the stairs, sporting a sympathetic look of concern.
"Chloe?"
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Oh Lord, he looks crushed. I've never seen anyone so sad in my entire life. Clark Kent, man of steel, reduced to a quivering mess. I slowly make my way of the stairs and place my arm on his shoulder. He turns and holds on to me, like a drowning man, clinging to lifeboat. It is then I realize just how huge he is. in stature; he's almost crushing me.
"Clark - "
"Sorry, Chloe," he says apologetically.
He pulls away, tears still evident in his eyes. He does his best not to look at me. It breaks my heart to see this.
"What happened?"
He mumbles something about Lana and the word 'bitch,' so I nod, understandingly. I move myself back close to him and I do my best to hold him once again. A myriad of emotions goes through me as he rocks against me like a child. Sadness. Pity. Sympathy. But, where's the love? I should be happy, shouldn't I? Lana did something horrible and now she's out of the picture. I sit there for what seems like hours, contemplating my feelings.
I put my thoughts aside when I realize Clark has fallen asleep. I cover him with a nearby quilt, and walk away, confused. I find myself wondering what Lana did to him, and how she was doing, and then it hits me like a Mack truck. I stop in my tracks as the memories from years past flood back into my mind. Images that I had buried inside for so long flash back across my eyes. No, it can't be. I run back to the car, refusing to believe it to be true.
I wipe a tear aside as I get behind the wheel to drive home, and I pray. Not me too. Please, not me.
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A/N: WTF is Chloe taking about? We'll see.