Clark and Lana entered the school gymnasium, where the dance was
being held. The room was decorated from top to bottom in silver, giving
the illusion of a white winter. Clark spotted Chloe and her date standing
near the refreshment table. He guided Lana over to them.
"Hi guys. Having fun?" he asked.
Joel smiled shyly at Chloe and nodded. "Definitely." Chloe was grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, she seems to have gotten over you fast enough," Lana whispered in Clark's ear as they walked away.
"I'm glad. And I'm happy for her. Joel seems like a nice guy."
"He is," Lana commented. "We're in the same physics class."
"I don't think Pete's here yet." Clark said, scanning the room. Then he looked intently at Lana. "Would you like to dance?"
"Yes," she replied, leading him to the dance floor.
The first dance was slow and romantic. Clark put his arms around her waist and pulled Lana closer to him. She rested her head against his chest and could feel his heart beating. Lana felt completely at peace. The entire room disappeared, and it was just the two of them. All she could think about was how she never wanted this moment to end. She wanted to stay like this, with him, forever. It was simple and effortless and pure. 'Nothing else matters,' she thought.
All of Clark's senses seemed to be heightened. He could no longer hear the music. It had faded out the second he had her in his arms. He could smell faintly her shampoo, light and flowery. Her bare arms hung loosely around his neck. She seemed calm and relaxed. Lana was sheer perfection. And she was his. In his arms, swaying to the music. It felt like a dream. He reached out and touched her cheek, as if trying to assure himself that she was tangible, that the moment was real.
Lana felt Clark's fingers brush up against her face. His hand was warm and soothing. She sighed blissfully. The music stopped and the live band announced they were taking a break. Clark and Lana reluctantly pulled apart. The couple then joined Pete and his date Lillian. Clark poured Lana a Diet Pepsi and handed the cup to her. She sipped it slowly and set it back down.
After twenty minutes the band started playing again and Clark and Lana returned to the dance floor. After an hour, the two were thoroughly exhausted. Lana pushed through a group of jocks standing around snacking and avoiding their dates. She retrieved her drink from where she'd left it earlier, on the table. She gulped it down thirstily, and returned to Clark who was chatting with Chloe and Pete and their respective dates.
Lana spotted Whiney out of the corner of her eye. His tall, lanky girlfriend Megan was hanging all over him. 'Better her than me,' she thought. His gaze followed Lana across the room. He was staring at her strangely. Lana felt unnerved, but ignored it and turned her attention back to her friends.
Ten minutes later Clark sensed something was wrong. Lana had inexplicably started acting…silly. She was practically giddy. 'What's wrong with her?' Clark thought, as Lana laughed hysterically at one of Pete's only mildly amusing jokes. Chloe raised an eyebrow at Clark. He shrugged.
"Excuse us," he said mildly. Clark took Lana by the arm and pulled her aside.
"Lana, are you okay?" he questioned. "You don't seem like yourself."
"I'm perfectly fine," she replied, still giggling. "God Clark, don't be such a bore. You really need to loosen up," she said, playing with his tie suggestively.
"Actually Lana, I think you're loose enough for the both of us." He grabbed her roaming hands and placed them firmly by her sides. She rolled her eyes and stumbled back to the dance floor. Clark followed her.
"Lana, what the hell is going on?" he said quietly. He looked at her worriedly. "Look, if I didn't know you better, I would think you were drunk."
A voice came over the microphone onstage, where the band had stopped playing.
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. As ASB President, it's my duty to announce this year's Winter Formal king and queen! I'm sure this won't come as a big surprise to anyone. Congratulations: Whitney Fordman and Lana Lang!"
Lana looked momentarily confused, but regained her composure and made her way to the stage, where Whitney was standing accepting his crown. Someone placed a tiara on Lana's head and handed her a microphone.
"Oh my God!" she said flightily. "Thanks so much, I totally appreciate this." Her voice sounded heavy and slurred. "This means a lot to me. It's probably the last one of these I'll get. Everybody knows Whitney and I broke up last month. We were an awesome couple. I think this proves it though." She stopped her speech suddenly, as if she lost her train of thought. "Oh what the hell! For old times sake." She grabbed a startled Whitney by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss.
Clark couldn't do anything except stare. He felt as if he was watching a car crash in slow motion and he couldn't take his eyes off it. He could feel his chest tighten as he watched them.
The gymnasium was filled with an awkward silence. All eyes were on Lana and Whitney. When reality sunk in and everyone realized what was happening, they turned to stare at Clark, waiting for a reaction.
Megan was screaming at Whitney, who eventually got his wits about him and shoved Lana away. But the damage had already been done. She walked slowly offstage leaving Whitney standing there, trying to explain what had just happened to his infuriated girlfriend. Lana left the gymnasium and headed towards the restrooms. Chloe ran after her.
"Lana!" she called, catching up to her.
Meanwhile, the band had started playing, and people were back to enjoying the dance. Pete didn't know what to say. His best friend's girlfriend had just been seen making out with her ex in front of the whole school. Pete looked over at his visibly shocked friend. Clark looked devastated.
"Clark…look, I'm sorry man."
"Forget it. I think I'm just going to leave now. I'll talk to you later."
"Clark…wait!"
"It's okay Pete. Enjoy the rest of the dance." And with that, he left.
TBC…You'll see.
"Hi guys. Having fun?" he asked.
Joel smiled shyly at Chloe and nodded. "Definitely." Chloe was grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, she seems to have gotten over you fast enough," Lana whispered in Clark's ear as they walked away.
"I'm glad. And I'm happy for her. Joel seems like a nice guy."
"He is," Lana commented. "We're in the same physics class."
"I don't think Pete's here yet." Clark said, scanning the room. Then he looked intently at Lana. "Would you like to dance?"
"Yes," she replied, leading him to the dance floor.
The first dance was slow and romantic. Clark put his arms around her waist and pulled Lana closer to him. She rested her head against his chest and could feel his heart beating. Lana felt completely at peace. The entire room disappeared, and it was just the two of them. All she could think about was how she never wanted this moment to end. She wanted to stay like this, with him, forever. It was simple and effortless and pure. 'Nothing else matters,' she thought.
All of Clark's senses seemed to be heightened. He could no longer hear the music. It had faded out the second he had her in his arms. He could smell faintly her shampoo, light and flowery. Her bare arms hung loosely around his neck. She seemed calm and relaxed. Lana was sheer perfection. And she was his. In his arms, swaying to the music. It felt like a dream. He reached out and touched her cheek, as if trying to assure himself that she was tangible, that the moment was real.
Lana felt Clark's fingers brush up against her face. His hand was warm and soothing. She sighed blissfully. The music stopped and the live band announced they were taking a break. Clark and Lana reluctantly pulled apart. The couple then joined Pete and his date Lillian. Clark poured Lana a Diet Pepsi and handed the cup to her. She sipped it slowly and set it back down.
After twenty minutes the band started playing again and Clark and Lana returned to the dance floor. After an hour, the two were thoroughly exhausted. Lana pushed through a group of jocks standing around snacking and avoiding their dates. She retrieved her drink from where she'd left it earlier, on the table. She gulped it down thirstily, and returned to Clark who was chatting with Chloe and Pete and their respective dates.
Lana spotted Whiney out of the corner of her eye. His tall, lanky girlfriend Megan was hanging all over him. 'Better her than me,' she thought. His gaze followed Lana across the room. He was staring at her strangely. Lana felt unnerved, but ignored it and turned her attention back to her friends.
Ten minutes later Clark sensed something was wrong. Lana had inexplicably started acting…silly. She was practically giddy. 'What's wrong with her?' Clark thought, as Lana laughed hysterically at one of Pete's only mildly amusing jokes. Chloe raised an eyebrow at Clark. He shrugged.
"Excuse us," he said mildly. Clark took Lana by the arm and pulled her aside.
"Lana, are you okay?" he questioned. "You don't seem like yourself."
"I'm perfectly fine," she replied, still giggling. "God Clark, don't be such a bore. You really need to loosen up," she said, playing with his tie suggestively.
"Actually Lana, I think you're loose enough for the both of us." He grabbed her roaming hands and placed them firmly by her sides. She rolled her eyes and stumbled back to the dance floor. Clark followed her.
"Lana, what the hell is going on?" he said quietly. He looked at her worriedly. "Look, if I didn't know you better, I would think you were drunk."
A voice came over the microphone onstage, where the band had stopped playing.
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. As ASB President, it's my duty to announce this year's Winter Formal king and queen! I'm sure this won't come as a big surprise to anyone. Congratulations: Whitney Fordman and Lana Lang!"
Lana looked momentarily confused, but regained her composure and made her way to the stage, where Whitney was standing accepting his crown. Someone placed a tiara on Lana's head and handed her a microphone.
"Oh my God!" she said flightily. "Thanks so much, I totally appreciate this." Her voice sounded heavy and slurred. "This means a lot to me. It's probably the last one of these I'll get. Everybody knows Whitney and I broke up last month. We were an awesome couple. I think this proves it though." She stopped her speech suddenly, as if she lost her train of thought. "Oh what the hell! For old times sake." She grabbed a startled Whitney by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss.
Clark couldn't do anything except stare. He felt as if he was watching a car crash in slow motion and he couldn't take his eyes off it. He could feel his chest tighten as he watched them.
The gymnasium was filled with an awkward silence. All eyes were on Lana and Whitney. When reality sunk in and everyone realized what was happening, they turned to stare at Clark, waiting for a reaction.
Megan was screaming at Whitney, who eventually got his wits about him and shoved Lana away. But the damage had already been done. She walked slowly offstage leaving Whitney standing there, trying to explain what had just happened to his infuriated girlfriend. Lana left the gymnasium and headed towards the restrooms. Chloe ran after her.
"Lana!" she called, catching up to her.
Meanwhile, the band had started playing, and people were back to enjoying the dance. Pete didn't know what to say. His best friend's girlfriend had just been seen making out with her ex in front of the whole school. Pete looked over at his visibly shocked friend. Clark looked devastated.
"Clark…look, I'm sorry man."
"Forget it. I think I'm just going to leave now. I'll talk to you later."
"Clark…wait!"
"It's okay Pete. Enjoy the rest of the dance." And with that, he left.
TBC…You'll see.