(A/N: Ok, Darlc, I have no idea what FOTW means, but if you lemme know I'll do the best I can to fulfill your request. And thanks to Snuffleumpagus and Anne Rosemary McSommers for the reviews! Keep it up!
Sorry I haven't updated . . . it's been a busy weekend. I don't know how much I will be updating this week because my work schedule is slightly insane. But don't give up on me!)
CLARK'S POV (I told you I would do it! And dammit, here it is if it kills me!)
Clark was walking into school Monday morning a little pensive, and a little worried. He hadn't meant to scare Chloe away, but the truth was he was all confused. Why was he feeling and acting like this when Lana was and should be the love of his life? He knew he had hurt Chloe when she ran out of the barn early Saturday morning. He also knew he should have stopped her and said something; apologized maybe. But he just didn't know what to say. Still didn't know what to say.
Clark was pondering all this as he wondered down the halls of Smallville High. And that was when he heard the giggling, and the low voice. And warning bells went off in his head. Clark could sense things about people, and This voice gave him the creeps, there was no way around it. There was something different about it; it was magical, maybe. But it was also cold and menacing. But no one could hear that except Clark.
And then that lovely giggle again. It took Clark a little while to realize who it was. It hit him all-of-a-sudden-like. Chloe. Whoever this guy is, he has Chloe. Clark hurried a little bit and turned the corner to find Chloe back against a locker with a monster talking to her. Well, he looked like a monster to Clark. His appearance was quite frightening. But Clark had a funny idea that he was the only one that could see this also. O this is not good . . .not good at all. Chloe seemed to be enjoying the conversation she was having with this, well, thing. They walked off together, neither of them noticing Clark walking their way.
Clark was about to follow them when he heard someone call his name.
"Clark! Hey!" Clark turned around to see Lana smiling at him and waving. Why is that smile not affecting me like it used to?
"Hey Lana. How'd your weekend go?"
"Oh, it was ok. Really busy. The Talon had some wacked out customers come in. Apparently there is this huge Irish Firm that is really interested in Smallville for some reason. And since the Talon is the only Coffee Shop for miles, they all decided to congregate there. Not that I didn't mind the extra business. There was just something weird about them, ya know? Not quite right."
Wait a second, that guy Chloe was talking to . . . It had an Irish accent . . . what is going on?!
"Lana, do you know what this firm is here for?"
"Not exactly, but I heard them talking about your mysterious caves a little bit. I thought I should tell you in case you needed to do something about it."
Ok, this is getting worse by the second.
"Thanks, Lana, I have to go. I'll see ya at lunch maybe?"
And Clark left Lana in the middle of the hallway without even waiting for an answer. He was headed to The Torch office.
(A/N: Yes yes, short I know. But it was a good place to stop. Tell me if you don't like the way this story is going, because it is my first time trying to write something like this, and I don't really have anything else that is similar to measure this story to. So lemme know!)