Author's Note: Any suggestions for Chapter Six?
Lana walked into school on Monday and felt everyone's eyes staring at her. Clark was at his locker trying to shove in a textbook. She came up to him quietly and shut the locker door.
"Clark, what's going on? Why is everyone watching me?
He looked at her, pained.
"What is it?"
He handed her a copy of the latest edition of the school newspaper, The Smallville Torch. He watched her face as she read the front page, trying to judge her expressions. First clam, then unnerved, then angry. She handed the paper back to him.
"Smallville High star QB kicked off the team after attempted rape charge.' So that's why. Everyone knows. The whole school knows. Whitney's off the team and everyone hates me. Fantastic. What a fabulous way to start the week," she said sarcastically.
"I'm sorry Lana."
"Yeah well…it's not your fault. I should have expected this, I guess. How did she know?"
"Who?"
"Chloe. She's the one who wrote this scathing little article."
"I don't know. Someone must have told her."
"Well, I intend to find out who." Lana grabbed Clark's hand and led him through the hallway.
People whispered her name as she walked by. She could her parts of conversations that quieted as she approached.
"Lana…yeah, with Whitney…slut."
"I can't believe she'd say that about him…shh, here she comes."
"God…she such a whore!"
"…off the team…his bitchy girlfriend…probably got pissed off when he tried to dump her…Now she's trying to blame everything on him."
"The big game's on Saturday. Whitney can't play because of her."
"Why won't she just admit it? I heard they slept together after homecoming."
Some of them at least pretended not to be talking about her; or stared and glanced sympathetically in her direction. Others were less then indiscreet.
"Hey Lana! We're going to get our asses kicked on Saturday without Whitney! Fuck you!"
Lana tried desperately to ignore the stinging comments. Clark squeezed her hand supportively and she gave him a weak smile. She leaned in towards him and whispered, "Everyone thinks we slept together. Whitney and I." Clark nodded.
"We didn't though. We didn't. I mean he wanted to…but I…I wasn't ready."
Clark smiled down at her. "I know. It's okay." She laughed. "It's not okay. It's not okay at all." "It will be." She nodded. And then they approached The Torch office. Lana took a deep breath, released Clark's hand, and walked in.
TBC…Clark, Lana, and Chloe fight.
Lana walked into school on Monday and felt everyone's eyes staring at her. Clark was at his locker trying to shove in a textbook. She came up to him quietly and shut the locker door.
"Clark, what's going on? Why is everyone watching me?
He looked at her, pained.
"What is it?"
He handed her a copy of the latest edition of the school newspaper, The Smallville Torch. He watched her face as she read the front page, trying to judge her expressions. First clam, then unnerved, then angry. She handed the paper back to him.
"Smallville High star QB kicked off the team after attempted rape charge.' So that's why. Everyone knows. The whole school knows. Whitney's off the team and everyone hates me. Fantastic. What a fabulous way to start the week," she said sarcastically.
"I'm sorry Lana."
"Yeah well…it's not your fault. I should have expected this, I guess. How did she know?"
"Who?"
"Chloe. She's the one who wrote this scathing little article."
"I don't know. Someone must have told her."
"Well, I intend to find out who." Lana grabbed Clark's hand and led him through the hallway.
People whispered her name as she walked by. She could her parts of conversations that quieted as she approached.
"Lana…yeah, with Whitney…slut."
"I can't believe she'd say that about him…shh, here she comes."
"God…she such a whore!"
"…off the team…his bitchy girlfriend…probably got pissed off when he tried to dump her…Now she's trying to blame everything on him."
"The big game's on Saturday. Whitney can't play because of her."
"Why won't she just admit it? I heard they slept together after homecoming."
Some of them at least pretended not to be talking about her; or stared and glanced sympathetically in her direction. Others were less then indiscreet.
"Hey Lana! We're going to get our asses kicked on Saturday without Whitney! Fuck you!"
Lana tried desperately to ignore the stinging comments. Clark squeezed her hand supportively and she gave him a weak smile. She leaned in towards him and whispered, "Everyone thinks we slept together. Whitney and I." Clark nodded.
"We didn't though. We didn't. I mean he wanted to…but I…I wasn't ready."
Clark smiled down at her. "I know. It's okay." She laughed. "It's not okay. It's not okay at all." "It will be." She nodded. And then they approached The Torch office. Lana took a deep breath, released Clark's hand, and walked in.
TBC…Clark, Lana, and Chloe fight.