why me?
Why was he doing this. So Chloe wrote a bad piece about him. Okay, okay, a bad piece about his father, and a bad sentence about him. But, still, she had compared him to his father. She basically said he was just as evil and cruel and cold-hearted as him. And that wasn't true. At least not completely. Yes, several of his father's traits had rubbed off on him over the years. But, there was still enough of his Mother in him to keep him human.
No, he can't think about her right now, it's too hard, and, he needs all his concentration to battle with Chloe. Battle? Was that what he was abou to do? Over a measly article. One that she probably just put in there to fill up an empty space.
And how could he even debate the article, when he didn't even have a gameplan. Lex always knew how he was going to handle things. Was always a step ahead of the competition. He never let his emotions get the better of him in a conversation, at least, not when he could help it. But, now, right now, all he was left with was emotions. Pain, hurt, rage.
And then, Chloe had no idea how much this would effect him, hell, neither had he. But it had, more than he'd ever admit.
And all of a sudden, there he was. The door to the computer room, which Chloe currently occupied, was now right in front of him. Well, he'd gone to all the hassle to just come down here, he might as well go through with it. Or, he could just leave. Take his broken ego, go home, and nurse it with some good-old-fashioned-imported wine-from-France. But, no! Lex Luthor never backed down. When he made his mind to do something, he did it. No exceptions. But, maybe Chloe was his exception.
Before he could make up his mind to leave or star, the door opened. And there, she was, the object of his affections, standing right in front of him, hidden tears glinting in her eyes.
a/n-sorry it was so short. just wanted to add this in before i start thinking about how i want to continue this. ill try and update soon.
Why was he doing this. So Chloe wrote a bad piece about him. Okay, okay, a bad piece about his father, and a bad sentence about him. But, still, she had compared him to his father. She basically said he was just as evil and cruel and cold-hearted as him. And that wasn't true. At least not completely. Yes, several of his father's traits had rubbed off on him over the years. But, there was still enough of his Mother in him to keep him human.
No, he can't think about her right now, it's too hard, and, he needs all his concentration to battle with Chloe. Battle? Was that what he was abou to do? Over a measly article. One that she probably just put in there to fill up an empty space.
And how could he even debate the article, when he didn't even have a gameplan. Lex always knew how he was going to handle things. Was always a step ahead of the competition. He never let his emotions get the better of him in a conversation, at least, not when he could help it. But, now, right now, all he was left with was emotions. Pain, hurt, rage.
And then, Chloe had no idea how much this would effect him, hell, neither had he. But it had, more than he'd ever admit.
And all of a sudden, there he was. The door to the computer room, which Chloe currently occupied, was now right in front of him. Well, he'd gone to all the hassle to just come down here, he might as well go through with it. Or, he could just leave. Take his broken ego, go home, and nurse it with some good-old-fashioned-imported wine-from-France. But, no! Lex Luthor never backed down. When he made his mind to do something, he did it. No exceptions. But, maybe Chloe was his exception.
Before he could make up his mind to leave or star, the door opened. And there, she was, the object of his affections, standing right in front of him, hidden tears glinting in her eyes.
a/n-sorry it was so short. just wanted to add this in before i start thinking about how i want to continue this. ill try and update soon.
