Lex knocked on the screen door.
"Hey Lex. Come on in. What are you doing here so early?"
Lex opened the door. Clark was at the kitchen table eating a huge bowl of cereal. He was dressed in gray pajamas bottoms and a red shirt.
"How healthy," Lex said, noting Clark's Frosted Flakes.
"Want some? I bet you don't have these for breakfast at the mansion," Clark said smirking.
"No thanks. I decided to stop by on my way to the plant."
Clark nodded. "I know why you're here Lex."
"Really. And why is that?"
"Lana," he said simply.
"How did you know that? She came over yesterday."
"I didn't. But that's why, isn't it?"
"Clark, she doesn't look well."
Clark looked up, worried. "I know. Chloe told me."
"She's taking this pretty hard."
"What? What is "this?" It's not like we actually ever broke up."
"No. But you haven't talked to her in over a week," he pointed out.
"Yeah well, I'm over it. I'm going to talk to her tonight."
"You're not mad at her anymore?"
"I am a little," Clark admitted. "But I can barely remember why. It just doesn't seem as bad as it did a week ago. Besides, I miss her. A lot," he added. "And although I can't prove it, I think something weird happened that night. I'm sick of thinking about it. I just want to forget it ever happened."
"Good. Because believe me, it's all she wants too. Now I can spare you the lecture on how you're supposed to be together and everything."
"I appreciate that," he said wryly. "Thanks for coming over Lex," Clark added seriously. "You're a good friend to me. And to Lana."
Later that day…
Whitney Fordman rushed past the flood of kids on the way to his locker. He quickly opened his combination lock and shoved his books inside. A white slip of paper fluttered to the ground. Whitney bent down to pick it up. His name was written in neat handwriting on the outside. He grinned. 'Maybe I have a secret admirer.' He unfolded the note slowly; all thoughts of being late to his next period class were pushed aside. It read:
Whitney,
It's time I let you know how I felt about you. I've been hiding it too long. I know that you can't feel the same way about me, but I wanted you to know anyway. I've been watching you for a long time. I was the one who got Lana drunk last Saturday. I hope you appreciate the risks I took to do it, because I would only do it for you. I wanted to get her back for what she did to you. She was never supposed to kiss you. That wasn't in the plan. I just wanted her to be humiliated. Just like she humiliated you. I know the things she said to get you kicked off the team were lies. I want her to pay for what she did. She took away your future. She deserves everything she has coming to her.
Joel
"Hey Lex. Come on in. What are you doing here so early?"
Lex opened the door. Clark was at the kitchen table eating a huge bowl of cereal. He was dressed in gray pajamas bottoms and a red shirt.
"How healthy," Lex said, noting Clark's Frosted Flakes.
"Want some? I bet you don't have these for breakfast at the mansion," Clark said smirking.
"No thanks. I decided to stop by on my way to the plant."
Clark nodded. "I know why you're here Lex."
"Really. And why is that?"
"Lana," he said simply.
"How did you know that? She came over yesterday."
"I didn't. But that's why, isn't it?"
"Clark, she doesn't look well."
Clark looked up, worried. "I know. Chloe told me."
"She's taking this pretty hard."
"What? What is "this?" It's not like we actually ever broke up."
"No. But you haven't talked to her in over a week," he pointed out.
"Yeah well, I'm over it. I'm going to talk to her tonight."
"You're not mad at her anymore?"
"I am a little," Clark admitted. "But I can barely remember why. It just doesn't seem as bad as it did a week ago. Besides, I miss her. A lot," he added. "And although I can't prove it, I think something weird happened that night. I'm sick of thinking about it. I just want to forget it ever happened."
"Good. Because believe me, it's all she wants too. Now I can spare you the lecture on how you're supposed to be together and everything."
"I appreciate that," he said wryly. "Thanks for coming over Lex," Clark added seriously. "You're a good friend to me. And to Lana."
Later that day…
Whitney Fordman rushed past the flood of kids on the way to his locker. He quickly opened his combination lock and shoved his books inside. A white slip of paper fluttered to the ground. Whitney bent down to pick it up. His name was written in neat handwriting on the outside. He grinned. 'Maybe I have a secret admirer.' He unfolded the note slowly; all thoughts of being late to his next period class were pushed aside. It read:
Whitney,
It's time I let you know how I felt about you. I've been hiding it too long. I know that you can't feel the same way about me, but I wanted you to know anyway. I've been watching you for a long time. I was the one who got Lana drunk last Saturday. I hope you appreciate the risks I took to do it, because I would only do it for you. I wanted to get her back for what she did to you. She was never supposed to kiss you. That wasn't in the plan. I just wanted her to be humiliated. Just like she humiliated you. I know the things she said to get you kicked off the team were lies. I want her to pay for what she did. She took away your future. She deserves everything she has coming to her.
Joel