Chapter Two
The next morning Lana woke up as if everything that happened the previous day was all a dream. She gave a long stretch and yawned hoping today would be better. As she got out of bed and planted her feet to the floor she almost slid getting up. "What the..?" Lana was almost too nervous to see what had invaded her clean floor.
As she looked down she couldn't fight the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her hand flew over her mouth in an instant reflex as she saw pictures of her and Clark over the past years all torn to pieces, spread out over the entirety of the floor. "Oh my God, who would do." She didn't finish the question because she already knew the answer. Chloe .
In the next instant, she flew down the hall to Chloe's room with no regard to knocking or even caring what Chloe would say. Before she had a chance to release all of her anger onto Chloe, she noticed she wasn't in her room. She quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to find Chloe's father in the kitchen, drinking his coffee and reading the morning paper.
"Good morning Lana. Did you sleep well?" Lana barely let the man finish his sentence before she yelled out, "Do you know where Chloe went?" Noticing his look of disappointment for her rudeness she quickly apologized to him. "I'm sorry, I'm just in a hurry."
He then replaced the frown with a little smile, "well in that case, she went over to Clark's. It's Saturday and she thought she would enjoy the weekend to the fullest." Before he could even get out the word goodbye, Lana was out the door.
Meanwhile, at the Kent farm, Chloe was trying the best she could to help Clark with his morning chores. However, Clark was taken back by the fact that she wasn't dressed to work. She had on a tight little shirt, buttoned down enough to leave nothing to the imagination, and some shorts that revealed long, smooth legs. Clark never really looked at Chloe in that way, but with what she was wearing, it was hard not too.
"You know Chloe, this kind of work isn't something you usually do. What's gotten into you?" He said very innocently, as if he was asking about the weather. He moved one bale of hay from one side to another, avoiding any eye to eye contact since Chloe couldn't seem to stop staring. "Nothing. I just realized that we do not spend enough time together Clark. You're always busy with Pete, or working at home, or daydreaming about Lana, that I thought I would give you a nice change of pace." He couldn't help but notice the sarcasm about Lana. Chloe stood there, holding a pitchfork, not knowing what to do with it, not really caring, just poking it around in the hay. Clark gently took the pitchfork out of her hand lingering on her hand for a minute. "Chloe, is there something you want to talk about?"
For a minute, she looked like the old Chloe, the one Clark knew, the "normal" Chloe. She returned his concerned expression. "Clark, don't you even know by now? What does one have to do after all, write it on Lana's forehead just so you'll notice it?" She rolled her eyes at the comment then returned them to his. She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her, leaning into him she said, "Clark, I'm in love with you." Clark stepped back as if someone had just hit him. He had known Chloe had feelings for him, but he thought it was in the past.
Before he noticed, Chloe was right in front of him again, this time her hand was on his quick beating heart. He looked down into her eyes, which looked somewhat lost and alone. She whispered, "I'm going to get you to forget about Lana, Clark, if it's the last thing I do."
The next morning Lana woke up as if everything that happened the previous day was all a dream. She gave a long stretch and yawned hoping today would be better. As she got out of bed and planted her feet to the floor she almost slid getting up. "What the..?" Lana was almost too nervous to see what had invaded her clean floor.
As she looked down she couldn't fight the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her hand flew over her mouth in an instant reflex as she saw pictures of her and Clark over the past years all torn to pieces, spread out over the entirety of the floor. "Oh my God, who would do." She didn't finish the question because she already knew the answer. Chloe .
In the next instant, she flew down the hall to Chloe's room with no regard to knocking or even caring what Chloe would say. Before she had a chance to release all of her anger onto Chloe, she noticed she wasn't in her room. She quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to find Chloe's father in the kitchen, drinking his coffee and reading the morning paper.
"Good morning Lana. Did you sleep well?" Lana barely let the man finish his sentence before she yelled out, "Do you know where Chloe went?" Noticing his look of disappointment for her rudeness she quickly apologized to him. "I'm sorry, I'm just in a hurry."
He then replaced the frown with a little smile, "well in that case, she went over to Clark's. It's Saturday and she thought she would enjoy the weekend to the fullest." Before he could even get out the word goodbye, Lana was out the door.
Meanwhile, at the Kent farm, Chloe was trying the best she could to help Clark with his morning chores. However, Clark was taken back by the fact that she wasn't dressed to work. She had on a tight little shirt, buttoned down enough to leave nothing to the imagination, and some shorts that revealed long, smooth legs. Clark never really looked at Chloe in that way, but with what she was wearing, it was hard not too.
"You know Chloe, this kind of work isn't something you usually do. What's gotten into you?" He said very innocently, as if he was asking about the weather. He moved one bale of hay from one side to another, avoiding any eye to eye contact since Chloe couldn't seem to stop staring. "Nothing. I just realized that we do not spend enough time together Clark. You're always busy with Pete, or working at home, or daydreaming about Lana, that I thought I would give you a nice change of pace." He couldn't help but notice the sarcasm about Lana. Chloe stood there, holding a pitchfork, not knowing what to do with it, not really caring, just poking it around in the hay. Clark gently took the pitchfork out of her hand lingering on her hand for a minute. "Chloe, is there something you want to talk about?"
For a minute, she looked like the old Chloe, the one Clark knew, the "normal" Chloe. She returned his concerned expression. "Clark, don't you even know by now? What does one have to do after all, write it on Lana's forehead just so you'll notice it?" She rolled her eyes at the comment then returned them to his. She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her, leaning into him she said, "Clark, I'm in love with you." Clark stepped back as if someone had just hit him. He had known Chloe had feelings for him, but he thought it was in the past.
Before he noticed, Chloe was right in front of him again, this time her hand was on his quick beating heart. He looked down into her eyes, which looked somewhat lost and alone. She whispered, "I'm going to get you to forget about Lana, Clark, if it's the last thing I do."