thanks to all who reviewed. and i'm so happy you guys like the story. well, here's another chapter. enjoy.
don't own show, characters, smallville, lalala.
why me?
Lex felt great, granted that he and Chloe's "date" hadn't gone exactly how he'd planned. But, still, he'd already gelf as if it were only a matter of time before he made her fall in love with him. Wait, not *make* her fall in love with him. Just...make her see what was right in front of her. Him.
Lex pulled into his driveway slowly. He was in no way looking forward to what was awaiting him insided. Work.
He got out of his car, and began the long journey to his office. Once inside the confinement of the dim room, he turned on the lights. As he sat down in his chair, he began to think over his and Chloe's conversation. She had revealed to him a secret she had never shared with anyone. Anyone including Clark and Pete. Lex couldn't get over the fact that he now knew something about Chloe that not even her two closest friends knew. And the fact that she had intrusted *him* witht the information was unbelievable. Him, Lex Luthor, the Lex Luthor deemed untrustworthy and unreliable by many, and who is despised and detested by the whole of Smallville. With a few exceptions: namely, Clark, Lana, maybe Mrs. Kent, and perhaps, now, even Chloe.
Just as he was about to mull over work, and concentrate on not concentrating about Chloe, the buzzer rang. Saved by the bell...or the ring. Whatever.
"Yes?" Lex asked curtly.
"You have a Mrs. Chloe Sullivan on the line, sir."
"Oh, well, put her through," Lex answered, temporarily dumbstruck.
The phone beeped, and then..."Lex, hey, we never got around to discussing the day of our next...meet/date thing," Chloe sounded hesitant.
Lex had completely forgotten to set a time for their next date.
"Oh, well, whenever's good for you," Lex stretched.
"Well, I'm kinda gonna be busy this week, with the Torch and everything, so...same time next Saturday?" Chloe suggested.
"Let me check to see if I'm busy," Lex lied as he made fake clicking noises on his desk with his hand, "Nope, free as a bird."
"Now, there's a shocker. Here I was thinking that you were supposed to be important, or something. Most important people have things to do on Saturday. Like meetings, dates, manicures..."
"No meetings on Saturday," Lex hoped, it'd be difficult enough cancelling anything else that happened to pop up without having to explain why he'd have to miss a meeting, "I have a date, and I have no need for a manicure, as of yet."
"You have a date!?"
"Well, obviously," Lex stated as if it were obvious.
"Who is she?" Chloe demanded.
"Oh, you know her," Lex played, he was rather enjoying her reaction, or, overreaction. She could almost be contrued as acting like a jealous girlfriend.
"I know her?" Chloe repeated thoughtfully, "Do I go to school with her?"
"I do believe you do," Lex taunted.
"Oh, ok," Chloe said, apparently trying very hard to think of who she was, which must be extremely difficult seeing as to how Lex hadn't given her many clues, "what does she look like?"
And here comes the fun part. "Oh, well, she's short, blond hair, big, beautiful hazel eyes. She is extremely stubborn at times, witty, sarcastic, funny, intelligent, reliable, loyal, cunning, crafty, resourceful, cunning, humorous, amusing...should I go on?"
"All right, all right. So you're talking about me?" she'd meant it as a statement, but it came out a question, one which she seemed embarrassed to ask.
"Yes, I'm talking about you," Lex assured.
"Oh, good," Lex could have sworn he heard her let out a breath. "Wait, these are *not* dates. When are you gonna get that through your head?"
"As soon as you prove otherwise." He could hear her scowl over the phone. He laughed. Then, he asked the question that he needed to know the answer to.
"Chloe...?"
"Yeah, Lex?"
"How long have you been in love with Clark?"
Chloe obviously hadn't been expecting this because she started coughing. Well, sputtering is more like it, which meant she had been drinking something. Coffee most likely.
"Excuse me?"
"I know you like Clark, and I know how much it hurt you earlier when he didn't notice you. And I was just wondering how much you noticed him."
"Yeah, well I don't think that's any of your business," Chloe answered stubbornly.
"I never said it was," Lex said softly, "I was just..."
"Curious," Chloe finished for him.
"There's the word."
"Yeah, well, I don't think you really understand what you're getting into when you ask that question. I mean it's simple, but it's complicated."
"Well, then I guess I won't have any room to complain. So, go ahead. I'm asking."
"It's nothing really. Just your average teenage- driven angst. Weird girl falls for All- American boy, who, in turn, falls for cheerleader- turned coffee waitress."
"Well, Clark's more of an All- American- boy -thinks the safety of everyone around him is his responsibility. And Lana, well, she's more of a Beauty Pageant Winner- Cheerleader- turned coffee- waitress- who could still be a Beauty Pageant Winner- Cheerleader."
"I can't believe it," Chloe gasped in disbelief, "Here I was thinking that you were the only one who perhaps wasn't in love with Lana. But, alas, I was wrong. Defending her from any harsh comments that may be directed towards her."
"I am not in love with her. She's sweet and considerate, but that's about it. She seems as if the only things she has are her beauty and her kindness. I like more in a woman."
"Oh, well, I'm glad we've settled that," Chloe said in false relief. "So, what about me? Was my evaluation of myself correct?"
"Weird girl? Definitely," Lex joked. Chloe, on the other hand, hadn't seen it that way.
"Thanks, a lot. Guess I should make up one for you now, huh? How bout fence playing- bald- billionaire- wannabe good Samaritan. Catchy, right?"
"Quite. But, I was only kidding about your 'persona.'"
"Oh, really?" Chloe asked guiltily, "And what would mine be?"
"Well, you're more like the gifted- under- appreciated- cynic- who occasionally turns beautiful in a prom dress- princess."
Chloe didn't say anything. She'd apparently never been called anything even close to beautiful princess before.
"Chloe...You all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just...no one's ever really used all those words together to describe me before. Cynic, yeah. But gifted, beautiful?"
"Hey, I'm just stating the obvious."
"Uh huh. Well, stating the obvious or not, you need to get your head checked."
"Oh, you mean my bald- fence playing- billionaire head?"
"Oh, yeah, about that," Chloe said slowly and carefully, "I was just mad. I didn't mean it."
"Then what do you mean?"
"I mean I left out some things."
"Such as?"
Chloe huffed. "You wanna know? Fine. Yours would be along the lines of mysterioso- sometimes pompous-rich guy- in a suit- who every so often redeems himself through acts of rare kindness."
"Well, that's remarkably better than your last interpretation," Lex taunted. She hadn't called him a handsome prince, but it was a start.
"You think so?" Chloe asked absently.
"Of course," Lex answered. Chloe was quiet.
"Chloe? You all right?"
"Yeah, just thinking..." well that explained it, Lex thought.
"About...?" Lex prodded. He could already tell what she was thinking about.
"Clark."
"Oh," Lex said, feigning surprise. "What about him?"
"Just...Did can you believe he went straight to Lana at the Talon today? Not even noticing me," she added, a hint of despair in her voice.
*I* notice you, Lex thought bitterly. Taking a deep breath, Lex tried to put that aside. For now.
"So, how long have you actually liked Clark?" And as soon as he'd asked it he'd wished he hadn't. At first, she was reluctant to talk about it. But, then, after awhile, she 'got used to it. She went into great detail about her feelings for Clark. About the first time she'd met him, all of Clark's strange little habits, to Clark's unfortunate attraction to Lana Lang, with whom she had no way of competing against, to just about everything in between. She went on and on for a good half hour discussing this. Lex did the occasional "yeah," and "hmm..." now and then, so she'd know he was still listening. Lex figured that she needed to get this out. But, he was almost positive she'd told Pete about all this, so why dump it on Lex. Because I asked her to, Lex thought.
"Oh, I've gotta go now, my Dad's back," Chloe said, giving Lex reason to actually listen again, "I guess I'll see you Saturday?"
"Right. If not sooner."
"Okay, bye Lex."
"Bye, Chloe." Then she hung up, leaving Lex to wonder how in the world he was going to compete with Clark.
*****
Ok, sorry bout the wait for all of you who are reading. And i'm also sorry about Chloe. Having her dump everything on Lex. but, she had to do that. ok I'm gonna go write some. next chapter should be up soon. by all.
don't own show, characters, smallville, lalala.
why me?
Lex felt great, granted that he and Chloe's "date" hadn't gone exactly how he'd planned. But, still, he'd already gelf as if it were only a matter of time before he made her fall in love with him. Wait, not *make* her fall in love with him. Just...make her see what was right in front of her. Him.
Lex pulled into his driveway slowly. He was in no way looking forward to what was awaiting him insided. Work.
He got out of his car, and began the long journey to his office. Once inside the confinement of the dim room, he turned on the lights. As he sat down in his chair, he began to think over his and Chloe's conversation. She had revealed to him a secret she had never shared with anyone. Anyone including Clark and Pete. Lex couldn't get over the fact that he now knew something about Chloe that not even her two closest friends knew. And the fact that she had intrusted *him* witht the information was unbelievable. Him, Lex Luthor, the Lex Luthor deemed untrustworthy and unreliable by many, and who is despised and detested by the whole of Smallville. With a few exceptions: namely, Clark, Lana, maybe Mrs. Kent, and perhaps, now, even Chloe.
Just as he was about to mull over work, and concentrate on not concentrating about Chloe, the buzzer rang. Saved by the bell...or the ring. Whatever.
"Yes?" Lex asked curtly.
"You have a Mrs. Chloe Sullivan on the line, sir."
"Oh, well, put her through," Lex answered, temporarily dumbstruck.
The phone beeped, and then..."Lex, hey, we never got around to discussing the day of our next...meet/date thing," Chloe sounded hesitant.
Lex had completely forgotten to set a time for their next date.
"Oh, well, whenever's good for you," Lex stretched.
"Well, I'm kinda gonna be busy this week, with the Torch and everything, so...same time next Saturday?" Chloe suggested.
"Let me check to see if I'm busy," Lex lied as he made fake clicking noises on his desk with his hand, "Nope, free as a bird."
"Now, there's a shocker. Here I was thinking that you were supposed to be important, or something. Most important people have things to do on Saturday. Like meetings, dates, manicures..."
"No meetings on Saturday," Lex hoped, it'd be difficult enough cancelling anything else that happened to pop up without having to explain why he'd have to miss a meeting, "I have a date, and I have no need for a manicure, as of yet."
"You have a date!?"
"Well, obviously," Lex stated as if it were obvious.
"Who is she?" Chloe demanded.
"Oh, you know her," Lex played, he was rather enjoying her reaction, or, overreaction. She could almost be contrued as acting like a jealous girlfriend.
"I know her?" Chloe repeated thoughtfully, "Do I go to school with her?"
"I do believe you do," Lex taunted.
"Oh, ok," Chloe said, apparently trying very hard to think of who she was, which must be extremely difficult seeing as to how Lex hadn't given her many clues, "what does she look like?"
And here comes the fun part. "Oh, well, she's short, blond hair, big, beautiful hazel eyes. She is extremely stubborn at times, witty, sarcastic, funny, intelligent, reliable, loyal, cunning, crafty, resourceful, cunning, humorous, amusing...should I go on?"
"All right, all right. So you're talking about me?" she'd meant it as a statement, but it came out a question, one which she seemed embarrassed to ask.
"Yes, I'm talking about you," Lex assured.
"Oh, good," Lex could have sworn he heard her let out a breath. "Wait, these are *not* dates. When are you gonna get that through your head?"
"As soon as you prove otherwise." He could hear her scowl over the phone. He laughed. Then, he asked the question that he needed to know the answer to.
"Chloe...?"
"Yeah, Lex?"
"How long have you been in love with Clark?"
Chloe obviously hadn't been expecting this because she started coughing. Well, sputtering is more like it, which meant she had been drinking something. Coffee most likely.
"Excuse me?"
"I know you like Clark, and I know how much it hurt you earlier when he didn't notice you. And I was just wondering how much you noticed him."
"Yeah, well I don't think that's any of your business," Chloe answered stubbornly.
"I never said it was," Lex said softly, "I was just..."
"Curious," Chloe finished for him.
"There's the word."
"Yeah, well, I don't think you really understand what you're getting into when you ask that question. I mean it's simple, but it's complicated."
"Well, then I guess I won't have any room to complain. So, go ahead. I'm asking."
"It's nothing really. Just your average teenage- driven angst. Weird girl falls for All- American boy, who, in turn, falls for cheerleader- turned coffee waitress."
"Well, Clark's more of an All- American- boy -thinks the safety of everyone around him is his responsibility. And Lana, well, she's more of a Beauty Pageant Winner- Cheerleader- turned coffee- waitress- who could still be a Beauty Pageant Winner- Cheerleader."
"I can't believe it," Chloe gasped in disbelief, "Here I was thinking that you were the only one who perhaps wasn't in love with Lana. But, alas, I was wrong. Defending her from any harsh comments that may be directed towards her."
"I am not in love with her. She's sweet and considerate, but that's about it. She seems as if the only things she has are her beauty and her kindness. I like more in a woman."
"Oh, well, I'm glad we've settled that," Chloe said in false relief. "So, what about me? Was my evaluation of myself correct?"
"Weird girl? Definitely," Lex joked. Chloe, on the other hand, hadn't seen it that way.
"Thanks, a lot. Guess I should make up one for you now, huh? How bout fence playing- bald- billionaire- wannabe good Samaritan. Catchy, right?"
"Quite. But, I was only kidding about your 'persona.'"
"Oh, really?" Chloe asked guiltily, "And what would mine be?"
"Well, you're more like the gifted- under- appreciated- cynic- who occasionally turns beautiful in a prom dress- princess."
Chloe didn't say anything. She'd apparently never been called anything even close to beautiful princess before.
"Chloe...You all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just...no one's ever really used all those words together to describe me before. Cynic, yeah. But gifted, beautiful?"
"Hey, I'm just stating the obvious."
"Uh huh. Well, stating the obvious or not, you need to get your head checked."
"Oh, you mean my bald- fence playing- billionaire head?"
"Oh, yeah, about that," Chloe said slowly and carefully, "I was just mad. I didn't mean it."
"Then what do you mean?"
"I mean I left out some things."
"Such as?"
Chloe huffed. "You wanna know? Fine. Yours would be along the lines of mysterioso- sometimes pompous-rich guy- in a suit- who every so often redeems himself through acts of rare kindness."
"Well, that's remarkably better than your last interpretation," Lex taunted. She hadn't called him a handsome prince, but it was a start.
"You think so?" Chloe asked absently.
"Of course," Lex answered. Chloe was quiet.
"Chloe? You all right?"
"Yeah, just thinking..." well that explained it, Lex thought.
"About...?" Lex prodded. He could already tell what she was thinking about.
"Clark."
"Oh," Lex said, feigning surprise. "What about him?"
"Just...Did can you believe he went straight to Lana at the Talon today? Not even noticing me," she added, a hint of despair in her voice.
*I* notice you, Lex thought bitterly. Taking a deep breath, Lex tried to put that aside. For now.
"So, how long have you actually liked Clark?" And as soon as he'd asked it he'd wished he hadn't. At first, she was reluctant to talk about it. But, then, after awhile, she 'got used to it. She went into great detail about her feelings for Clark. About the first time she'd met him, all of Clark's strange little habits, to Clark's unfortunate attraction to Lana Lang, with whom she had no way of competing against, to just about everything in between. She went on and on for a good half hour discussing this. Lex did the occasional "yeah," and "hmm..." now and then, so she'd know he was still listening. Lex figured that she needed to get this out. But, he was almost positive she'd told Pete about all this, so why dump it on Lex. Because I asked her to, Lex thought.
"Oh, I've gotta go now, my Dad's back," Chloe said, giving Lex reason to actually listen again, "I guess I'll see you Saturday?"
"Right. If not sooner."
"Okay, bye Lex."
"Bye, Chloe." Then she hung up, leaving Lex to wonder how in the world he was going to compete with Clark.
*****
Ok, sorry bout the wait for all of you who are reading. And i'm also sorry about Chloe. Having her dump everything on Lex. but, she had to do that. ok I'm gonna go write some. next chapter should be up soon. by all.
