Lana opened her eyes, felt a sharp pain, and quickly shut them again.
Her head was pounding so hard that it felt as if her skull would crack
open at any moment. She groaned and forced her eyes open. Her
surroundings were barely identifiable it was so bright. Eventually she
made out that she was in her own room, sleeping in her own bed. She was
not however sleeping in her own pajamas. She recognized the red, flannel
shirt she was wearing as Clark's.
'What exactly happened last night?' she thought. Lana swung her legs over the bed and stood up, only to fall down again in a heap. She'd never felt so dizzy in her life. The room was swirling around, but Lana managed to pick herself up off the floor long enough to steady herself in front of her dresser mirror. The girl she saw in it was almost unrecognizable. Lana's usually perfectly coifed hair was messy and tousled. Her eyes were red and bloodshot. Her make-up was smudged and looked like that of a New York runway model. It was then that she noticed a white bandage covering part of her forehead. 'So that's why my head is killing me.' She took off the bandage and was unsettled to find a row of neat stitches. 'I don't remember hitting my head last night.' She thought for a moment. 'I don't remember much of anything about last night.' This unnerved her.
"Lana?" Nell called tentatively. "Are you awake?"
"Yes," she responded hoarsely.
"How are you feeling?" Nell asked, coming into her room.
"Like hell."
"Lana!" she said sharply.
"Sorry. What happened?"
"I was hoping you could answer that for me. What do you remember?"
"Nothing. A little of the dance, I suppose. Dancing with Clark. It was nice."
"Do you remember kissing Whitney?"
A startled look came over Lana's face. "What? No! I didn't! Did I?"
"Apparently. So you don't know how you got drunk?"
"Drunk?" Her expression turned to one of realization. "No, but I'm pretty sure I'll remember this hangover for a while. Do we have any aspirin?"
Nell smiled sympathetically.
'That's weird. She's not freaking out at all.' Lana relaxed.
"Actually, I've got something better. Prescription pills, courtesy of Lex Luthor's doctor."
"When was I over at Lex's place?"
"Last night. Clark brought you over when you passed out at the dance."
"Oh god." Lana put a hand over her face, embarrassed. "So Lex and Clark saw me drunk. Great," she said sarcastically.
"You have other things to worry about Lana. Like how you got drunk in the first place."
Lana's face was blank. Nothing registered. "I left my drink on the table. I guess someone must have slipped me something."
"Someone like Clark," Nell suggested calmly.
"What? No! Of course not! Clark would never do that!"
"Don't be so sure about that honey. Sometimes boys do crazy things."
"Not Clark!" Lana insisted.
"Lana, don't be so naive. I know that Clark's your boyfriend, and you like him, but really, why else would anyone try and get you drunk?"
"I don't know. But it wasn't Clark. I have to go talk to him." She tried to get up, but Nell put her hand on Lana's arm.
"Sit down Lana." She did so weakly.
"Lana, you are not to see Clark again, outside of school. Do you understand?"
"What? What are you talking about Nell?" Lana began to panic.
"Look I let you be with Clark, even though I thought it was a bad idea. He had his chance, and he blew it. I don't want you to date him."
"That's not your decision," Lana said angrily.
"Yes it is. You are my niece, and I love you. Clark is a bad influence. I don't want to see you get hurt, can't you understand that?"
"Clark would never hurt me!"
"He already has Lana. When you come home with a concussion and a hangover, I think it's time to end the relationship."
"He didn't have anything to do with that! You saw for yourself, he took care of me!"
"Yes, once he realized he was going to get caught."
"Nell, you don't know what you're talking about."
"Neither do you! You can't remember anything about last night! Doesn't that scare you? How do you know what really happened? How do you know what Clark did?"
"I can't believe you! Clark would never try anything!"
"Lana don't be blind! Can't you see that Clark is only interested in one thing?"
"Really? And what's that?"
"The same thing every boy wants at that age. To get into your pants." Nell said simply.
"Clark's different."
"He's not Lana! Can't you see that? He only wants to sleep with you and then he'll forget about you! But you're so obviously blinded by like or lust or whatever, that you can't see that!"
"What if I'm not? What if…what if…I love him?"
"You don't."
"How do you know? Maybe I do. Not every guy is Whitney, you know."
"Clark is just a crush, one that I promise you, you'll get over. You don't love him Lana."
Lana shook her head sadly. "You're wrong." She got up shakily and steadied herself on the side of the dresser. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a lavender sweater.
"Excuse me," she said as she pushed past Nell on her way to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later when Lana emerged looking much more refreshed, Nell was waiting outside of the door.
"Lana, where are you going?"
"To talk to Clark."
"No Lana."
Nell followed Lana downstairs and into the kitchen. Lana grabbed the bottle of prescription pills off the counter and downed two with a glass of water.
"Lana, you're making a mistake."
She shook her head. "No, I'm not." And with that, she left.
TBC…Lana talks to Clark.
'What exactly happened last night?' she thought. Lana swung her legs over the bed and stood up, only to fall down again in a heap. She'd never felt so dizzy in her life. The room was swirling around, but Lana managed to pick herself up off the floor long enough to steady herself in front of her dresser mirror. The girl she saw in it was almost unrecognizable. Lana's usually perfectly coifed hair was messy and tousled. Her eyes were red and bloodshot. Her make-up was smudged and looked like that of a New York runway model. It was then that she noticed a white bandage covering part of her forehead. 'So that's why my head is killing me.' She took off the bandage and was unsettled to find a row of neat stitches. 'I don't remember hitting my head last night.' She thought for a moment. 'I don't remember much of anything about last night.' This unnerved her.
"Lana?" Nell called tentatively. "Are you awake?"
"Yes," she responded hoarsely.
"How are you feeling?" Nell asked, coming into her room.
"Like hell."
"Lana!" she said sharply.
"Sorry. What happened?"
"I was hoping you could answer that for me. What do you remember?"
"Nothing. A little of the dance, I suppose. Dancing with Clark. It was nice."
"Do you remember kissing Whitney?"
A startled look came over Lana's face. "What? No! I didn't! Did I?"
"Apparently. So you don't know how you got drunk?"
"Drunk?" Her expression turned to one of realization. "No, but I'm pretty sure I'll remember this hangover for a while. Do we have any aspirin?"
Nell smiled sympathetically.
'That's weird. She's not freaking out at all.' Lana relaxed.
"Actually, I've got something better. Prescription pills, courtesy of Lex Luthor's doctor."
"When was I over at Lex's place?"
"Last night. Clark brought you over when you passed out at the dance."
"Oh god." Lana put a hand over her face, embarrassed. "So Lex and Clark saw me drunk. Great," she said sarcastically.
"You have other things to worry about Lana. Like how you got drunk in the first place."
Lana's face was blank. Nothing registered. "I left my drink on the table. I guess someone must have slipped me something."
"Someone like Clark," Nell suggested calmly.
"What? No! Of course not! Clark would never do that!"
"Don't be so sure about that honey. Sometimes boys do crazy things."
"Not Clark!" Lana insisted.
"Lana, don't be so naive. I know that Clark's your boyfriend, and you like him, but really, why else would anyone try and get you drunk?"
"I don't know. But it wasn't Clark. I have to go talk to him." She tried to get up, but Nell put her hand on Lana's arm.
"Sit down Lana." She did so weakly.
"Lana, you are not to see Clark again, outside of school. Do you understand?"
"What? What are you talking about Nell?" Lana began to panic.
"Look I let you be with Clark, even though I thought it was a bad idea. He had his chance, and he blew it. I don't want you to date him."
"That's not your decision," Lana said angrily.
"Yes it is. You are my niece, and I love you. Clark is a bad influence. I don't want to see you get hurt, can't you understand that?"
"Clark would never hurt me!"
"He already has Lana. When you come home with a concussion and a hangover, I think it's time to end the relationship."
"He didn't have anything to do with that! You saw for yourself, he took care of me!"
"Yes, once he realized he was going to get caught."
"Nell, you don't know what you're talking about."
"Neither do you! You can't remember anything about last night! Doesn't that scare you? How do you know what really happened? How do you know what Clark did?"
"I can't believe you! Clark would never try anything!"
"Lana don't be blind! Can't you see that Clark is only interested in one thing?"
"Really? And what's that?"
"The same thing every boy wants at that age. To get into your pants." Nell said simply.
"Clark's different."
"He's not Lana! Can't you see that? He only wants to sleep with you and then he'll forget about you! But you're so obviously blinded by like or lust or whatever, that you can't see that!"
"What if I'm not? What if…what if…I love him?"
"You don't."
"How do you know? Maybe I do. Not every guy is Whitney, you know."
"Clark is just a crush, one that I promise you, you'll get over. You don't love him Lana."
Lana shook her head sadly. "You're wrong." She got up shakily and steadied herself on the side of the dresser. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a lavender sweater.
"Excuse me," she said as she pushed past Nell on her way to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later when Lana emerged looking much more refreshed, Nell was waiting outside of the door.
"Lana, where are you going?"
"To talk to Clark."
"No Lana."
Nell followed Lana downstairs and into the kitchen. Lana grabbed the bottle of prescription pills off the counter and downed two with a glass of water.
"Lana, you're making a mistake."
She shook her head. "No, I'm not." And with that, she left.
TBC…Lana talks to Clark.