Chapter 6: There's Something About Lana
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What is it about Lana Lang that attracts all manner of men? Jocks, freaks, farm boys, they all fall under her spell. Is it just because she's a beautiful girl with a heart of gold? No, there are many like her in Smallville. she's much more than that. When she walks into a room, people take notice. She'll light the place up and go about her business as if not knowing the effect she has. She can put a smile on my face with one of her own, and if you are ever lucky enough to receive a playful look, your resolve would dissolve into mush, if your heart didn't stop beating that is. That, in a nutshell is Lana Lang.
I know who I am, and to tell you the truth, I'm nothing special. I sweat, I toil, I bleed, I cry. Do I deserve her? Probably not. Does anyone? I'm not sure, but I cannot help the feelings inside. I must have her. So here I am, crutches and all, waiting.
The door chime rings and I quickly glance over in hope. Nope, not her, a comforting familiar face, though.
"Hey Whitney, long time no see."
"Nice to see you Chloe. Have you seen Lana?"
"Nope, I actually came here looking for her, she's supposed to be working right now."
"Yeah, she hasn't shown up yet, and there's no answer at her house."
"Trying to get back in her life?"
"Well yeah, it's worth a shot, right?"
"I guess today would be the best day to do that. Clark and Lana got into some kind of fight yesterday. He was pretty upset."
"Really? You think they're broken up?"
"I don't know, but they're definitely on the ropes."
"I guess it's a pretty good day for you too then, huh?"
"What?"
"Haven't you been making googly eyes at him for over a year now?"
"N - no."
Now there's something in her voice that I don't recognize. Granted, I don't really know her that well, but she doesn't seem as confident as she once was.
"Is there something bothering you?"
"Huh?"
"Did something happen to you while I was away, because you seem a little. different."
She looks at me reluctantly, suspiciously even. I look back at her in my most non-threatening face. Something is definitely wrong with her.
"All right, I'll bite. Have you ever been desperately in love with someone, but never realized it?"
"This about Clark? Didn't you just deny having the hots for him?"
Instead of responding, she bites her bottom lip and looks away, tapping her foot nervously.
"Whoah, you serious? Who is it?"
"Someone who could never possibly love me in a million years."
"Pete?"
"No, not Pete. Wait, why could Pete never love me?"
"It's not me is it?"
A laugh escapes her throat as that toothy grin shines out.
"Um no. Not that you're not attractive or anything."
Her eyes quickly give me a once over, giving me a feeling that I admit, have missed while training to be a Marine. My eyes catch hers as she blushes and looks away again. I take the opportunity to give her a once over myself. Not bad, Sullivan. Too bad I'm hung up over Lana and you're hung up over your mystery man.
"So you gonna tell me who it is?"
"Do you know why my parents split up?"
"No. I've always wondered though. Usually the mother isn't the one that abandons the child."
I immediately regret my last words as she winces when they are spoken.
"You know what, I really should talk about this with someone else. It's been nice, but I need some coffee."
"Suit yourself, I gotta go over to the store to meet my mom. See you around, Sullivan."
"Yeah, bye, Fordman," she replies sarcastically, heading to the counter for some coffee.
Spunky that girl.
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I glance at myself through the mirror. Gorgeous. This would perfect on Lana. Of course, when we get out of the dinky little town, we'll hit all the big boutiques in Metropolis and doll you up real good. But this will do for now. I pick up my merchandise and take it to the cashier. She rings up the purchases nonchalantly, chewy some bubble gum, and looking bored.
"That'll be $325.97. You gonna wear that outfit out?"
I nod, slapping down four c-notes and telling her the keep the change. I ignore her awestruck look as I grab my bags and head to the parking lot. It's nice having a suitcase full of money. I mentally go over my list on the way to the car. Break Clark's heart, check. Break Lana's heart, check. Give her some time to grieve, check. Let's see, any more strings I need to cut before I move in?
"Lana!"
Damn. What is he doing here? I'll have to get rid of him somehow.
"Whitney, nice to see you! What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, putting my hand on my hips and giving him my best pissy look.
"I told my mom, I'd meet her at the store."
"Oh, well, why don't you help me bring my bags to my car."
"But, Lana, I'm in crutches remember?"
"God, you can't even do a simple thing for me? Jeez, you're useless."
I continue to the car, trying to think of way to get rid of him for good. I could just kill him I suppose; I don't think anyone would miss him. He wouldn't be able to put up much of a struggle.
"Lana, what's gotten into you?"
I turn around to look at him. So helpless. It almost looks like he's pouting. Maybe I should just trip him and run. No, I've got to figure out something more permanent. If only he weren't so damn cute, looking like a puppy dog begging for a treat.
"I've had a bad day is all. Is there something I can do for you?"
"It is true that you broke up with Clark?'
"Yeah, he wasn't the man I thought he was."
"So does that mean you want me back?" he asks, hope evident in his voice.
Sweet, but God, what a imbecile.
"You think the world just revolves around you, Whitney? I wouldn't want to be with you in a million years. You were never a good boyfriend Whitney, and I'm not going to waste anymore of my time on you."
"But Lana - I love you!"
He looks so sad, at the verge of tears even. Who knew Mr. Popular would be capable of this. I sigh and force myself to hurt him as much as I possibly can.
"Whitney, I'm only going to say this once. I don't want to be with you. I am a LESBIAN. You did that to me. I'm more interested in Chloe, than you."
It wasn't a total lie. I open up the trunk and throw my bags in. I ignore him as I get inside and drive off.
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"Did Lana, just say what I think she just said?"
He turns and looks at me, his face struggling with the numerous emotions going through him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um, you forgot your jacket at the Talon," I reply, holding up his jacket.
"Well, here's your next newsflash: Lana Lang - turned lesbian by ex- boyfriend."
His voice shakes as he says this, his mind obviously distraught by the recent turn of events. I move towards him and hug him, patting his shoulders with my hands while staring off at Lana's car speeding down the road in the distance. My eyes grow wide and a smile forms across my face.
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What is it about Lana Lang that attracts all manner of men? Jocks, freaks, farm boys, they all fall under her spell. Is it just because she's a beautiful girl with a heart of gold? No, there are many like her in Smallville. she's much more than that. When she walks into a room, people take notice. She'll light the place up and go about her business as if not knowing the effect she has. She can put a smile on my face with one of her own, and if you are ever lucky enough to receive a playful look, your resolve would dissolve into mush, if your heart didn't stop beating that is. That, in a nutshell is Lana Lang.
I know who I am, and to tell you the truth, I'm nothing special. I sweat, I toil, I bleed, I cry. Do I deserve her? Probably not. Does anyone? I'm not sure, but I cannot help the feelings inside. I must have her. So here I am, crutches and all, waiting.
The door chime rings and I quickly glance over in hope. Nope, not her, a comforting familiar face, though.
"Hey Whitney, long time no see."
"Nice to see you Chloe. Have you seen Lana?"
"Nope, I actually came here looking for her, she's supposed to be working right now."
"Yeah, she hasn't shown up yet, and there's no answer at her house."
"Trying to get back in her life?"
"Well yeah, it's worth a shot, right?"
"I guess today would be the best day to do that. Clark and Lana got into some kind of fight yesterday. He was pretty upset."
"Really? You think they're broken up?"
"I don't know, but they're definitely on the ropes."
"I guess it's a pretty good day for you too then, huh?"
"What?"
"Haven't you been making googly eyes at him for over a year now?"
"N - no."
Now there's something in her voice that I don't recognize. Granted, I don't really know her that well, but she doesn't seem as confident as she once was.
"Is there something bothering you?"
"Huh?"
"Did something happen to you while I was away, because you seem a little. different."
She looks at me reluctantly, suspiciously even. I look back at her in my most non-threatening face. Something is definitely wrong with her.
"All right, I'll bite. Have you ever been desperately in love with someone, but never realized it?"
"This about Clark? Didn't you just deny having the hots for him?"
Instead of responding, she bites her bottom lip and looks away, tapping her foot nervously.
"Whoah, you serious? Who is it?"
"Someone who could never possibly love me in a million years."
"Pete?"
"No, not Pete. Wait, why could Pete never love me?"
"It's not me is it?"
A laugh escapes her throat as that toothy grin shines out.
"Um no. Not that you're not attractive or anything."
Her eyes quickly give me a once over, giving me a feeling that I admit, have missed while training to be a Marine. My eyes catch hers as she blushes and looks away again. I take the opportunity to give her a once over myself. Not bad, Sullivan. Too bad I'm hung up over Lana and you're hung up over your mystery man.
"So you gonna tell me who it is?"
"Do you know why my parents split up?"
"No. I've always wondered though. Usually the mother isn't the one that abandons the child."
I immediately regret my last words as she winces when they are spoken.
"You know what, I really should talk about this with someone else. It's been nice, but I need some coffee."
"Suit yourself, I gotta go over to the store to meet my mom. See you around, Sullivan."
"Yeah, bye, Fordman," she replies sarcastically, heading to the counter for some coffee.
Spunky that girl.
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I glance at myself through the mirror. Gorgeous. This would perfect on Lana. Of course, when we get out of the dinky little town, we'll hit all the big boutiques in Metropolis and doll you up real good. But this will do for now. I pick up my merchandise and take it to the cashier. She rings up the purchases nonchalantly, chewy some bubble gum, and looking bored.
"That'll be $325.97. You gonna wear that outfit out?"
I nod, slapping down four c-notes and telling her the keep the change. I ignore her awestruck look as I grab my bags and head to the parking lot. It's nice having a suitcase full of money. I mentally go over my list on the way to the car. Break Clark's heart, check. Break Lana's heart, check. Give her some time to grieve, check. Let's see, any more strings I need to cut before I move in?
"Lana!"
Damn. What is he doing here? I'll have to get rid of him somehow.
"Whitney, nice to see you! What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, putting my hand on my hips and giving him my best pissy look.
"I told my mom, I'd meet her at the store."
"Oh, well, why don't you help me bring my bags to my car."
"But, Lana, I'm in crutches remember?"
"God, you can't even do a simple thing for me? Jeez, you're useless."
I continue to the car, trying to think of way to get rid of him for good. I could just kill him I suppose; I don't think anyone would miss him. He wouldn't be able to put up much of a struggle.
"Lana, what's gotten into you?"
I turn around to look at him. So helpless. It almost looks like he's pouting. Maybe I should just trip him and run. No, I've got to figure out something more permanent. If only he weren't so damn cute, looking like a puppy dog begging for a treat.
"I've had a bad day is all. Is there something I can do for you?"
"It is true that you broke up with Clark?'
"Yeah, he wasn't the man I thought he was."
"So does that mean you want me back?" he asks, hope evident in his voice.
Sweet, but God, what a imbecile.
"You think the world just revolves around you, Whitney? I wouldn't want to be with you in a million years. You were never a good boyfriend Whitney, and I'm not going to waste anymore of my time on you."
"But Lana - I love you!"
He looks so sad, at the verge of tears even. Who knew Mr. Popular would be capable of this. I sigh and force myself to hurt him as much as I possibly can.
"Whitney, I'm only going to say this once. I don't want to be with you. I am a LESBIAN. You did that to me. I'm more interested in Chloe, than you."
It wasn't a total lie. I open up the trunk and throw my bags in. I ignore him as I get inside and drive off.
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"Did Lana, just say what I think she just said?"
He turns and looks at me, his face struggling with the numerous emotions going through him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um, you forgot your jacket at the Talon," I reply, holding up his jacket.
"Well, here's your next newsflash: Lana Lang - turned lesbian by ex- boyfriend."
His voice shakes as he says this, his mind obviously distraught by the recent turn of events. I move towards him and hug him, patting his shoulders with my hands while staring off at Lana's car speeding down the road in the distance. My eyes grow wide and a smile forms across my face.
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