Chapter 7: Kissing a Gay Guy
Holy crap. I just spent all-night sleeping at the Torch with Lana. Literally sleeping. We didn't actually do anything. Odd isn't it. All I can think of for days is what I would do to Lana if I got her alone, and now that I get her alone I'm so damn tired that all I do is bugger around with the paper, and sleep. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME??? But she looks so damn hot when she's sleeping. And so innocent. It's hard to remember all the things I was thinking about her when she's looks like that. Here, this hair is in your face, I'll just move it, so I can see you better, and then I'll let you sleep. So smooth. Beautiful complexion, and-
"Hey Chloe. Hey Lana. Lana? Chloe...?"
Dammit. I hate this school. Well, they shouldn't be surprised. They have been expecting this for a while. They have been waiting for proof that I'm a lesbian, and now they have it. I should go make-out with a guy...that'll make them question my motives... oh man, I can have so much fun with this. Hey, where'd that kid go? Off to get an audience I suppose. Oh well. Good for him. I need to get this paper together and, as they say in the business, 'hot off the press!'. Sleep well Lana. See you in Math.
*A/N: Thank you for putting up with my 'temporary' insanity, and the plotless ramblings. Hopefully the story is getting back on track. I took out the last bit, and made it it's own story, cuz it really didn't fit. If you haven't been reading since the beginning, don't worry about it.*
~*~*~*~* Cafeteria *~*~*~*~
So Clark, what do I do now? The entire school thinks I'm a lesbian, which, I admit, is at least half true. I /I like Lana, and I know you've been through all of this already, so please tell me what I can do! I'm at my wits end!!
"Well, first of all, I didn't announce to the school I was gay by falling asleep in it with Lex, now did I. So they don't think it, you told them. Secondly-"
Wow...he tastes like any good farmboy should. Like...homegrown produce, fresh, earthy, not like dirt, cuz that would be gross, but he tasted so...alive.
"Ummmm...did you miss the part where I told you that I'm gay? Or was that a dream. Was you and Lana-"
No, I still like her, but by doing that, I just sent the entire lunchroom in a frenzy, because they think I'm a lesbian, and you're gay, and maybe that'll make'm think twice before they pass crappy rumours about me. And I've always wanted to do that. Devilish grinning. More devilish grinning.
"What, kiss a gay guy?"
No, kiss you goofball. Sucker punch. Ow. We both know the only thing that hurt was me. Big baby. Come on, I need to go grab something at the Torch office
"Don't you mean someone?"
Haha Clark, watch me laughing. I need a cuppa, and my stash is upstairs. And I'd like to Lana about that, because by the time somebody else tells her, the story will have metamorphosed into the two of us having full-blown sex on the table. I think she should hear it from me, before that happens.
"Remind me why I have to come with you? I mean, these pants are impossible to walk in! I'm going to split the seam!"
Moral support you ninny. And besides, you are going to tell her that it meant nothing, and was simply an opening point for my editorial.
"Now it's my turn to be confused. But I'll move swiftly on with a new topic. What are you going to do with that interview on Lex?"
I'm going to publish it, as is.
"Even the bit while he's laughing because I was licking his ear?"
No, Clark, not that part.
"What about the part where you started yelling at us to just have sex, so you could get on with your interview? I would like to make a personal request. Please don't publish that part. My dad reads the Torch, and I don't think he would handle it as well as mom."
Well, I won't write your name next to it.
"If I remember correctly, you said, "Clark, if you want to screw the man, get it over with, because I want him back! I don't think the school will understand the lack of sexual connotation. They are horny, hormonal teenagers. They'll start calling me your bitch. I don't think I can take that!" Clark pretended that he was having a break-down, then burst out laughing, and flashed his equally appealing Crest-smile at me.
Okay, first of all, how did you get your pitch up that high? You sound like a girl! And I do not sound like that. You make me sound like a sex-crazed maniac for god's sake! And what makes you think they would say that you are my bitch, and not the other way.
"The fact that you were barking orders at Lex and I like a sex-crazed maniac-ow. Okay, I deserved that. Like a horny- all right. Now stop that! You were barking sexually conotated typish orders at two full-grown men. That would make us your bitches. Technically Lex, would be your bitch too. But he's my bitch, so lay-off, k."
I don't want Lex, Clark, and I would have pegged you as the bitch, just by the way. Oh, here we are, I'll be out in a jiff. Oh dammit. Lana doesn't look happy. What the hell is Shaun doing here?
Holy crap. I just spent all-night sleeping at the Torch with Lana. Literally sleeping. We didn't actually do anything. Odd isn't it. All I can think of for days is what I would do to Lana if I got her alone, and now that I get her alone I'm so damn tired that all I do is bugger around with the paper, and sleep. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME??? But she looks so damn hot when she's sleeping. And so innocent. It's hard to remember all the things I was thinking about her when she's looks like that. Here, this hair is in your face, I'll just move it, so I can see you better, and then I'll let you sleep. So smooth. Beautiful complexion, and-
"Hey Chloe. Hey Lana. Lana? Chloe...?"
Dammit. I hate this school. Well, they shouldn't be surprised. They have been expecting this for a while. They have been waiting for proof that I'm a lesbian, and now they have it. I should go make-out with a guy...that'll make them question my motives... oh man, I can have so much fun with this. Hey, where'd that kid go? Off to get an audience I suppose. Oh well. Good for him. I need to get this paper together and, as they say in the business, 'hot off the press!'. Sleep well Lana. See you in Math.
*A/N: Thank you for putting up with my 'temporary' insanity, and the plotless ramblings. Hopefully the story is getting back on track. I took out the last bit, and made it it's own story, cuz it really didn't fit. If you haven't been reading since the beginning, don't worry about it.*
~*~*~*~* Cafeteria *~*~*~*~
So Clark, what do I do now? The entire school thinks I'm a lesbian, which, I admit, is at least half true. I /I like Lana, and I know you've been through all of this already, so please tell me what I can do! I'm at my wits end!!
"Well, first of all, I didn't announce to the school I was gay by falling asleep in it with Lex, now did I. So they don't think it, you told them. Secondly-"
Wow...he tastes like any good farmboy should. Like...homegrown produce, fresh, earthy, not like dirt, cuz that would be gross, but he tasted so...alive.
"Ummmm...did you miss the part where I told you that I'm gay? Or was that a dream. Was you and Lana-"
No, I still like her, but by doing that, I just sent the entire lunchroom in a frenzy, because they think I'm a lesbian, and you're gay, and maybe that'll make'm think twice before they pass crappy rumours about me. And I've always wanted to do that. Devilish grinning. More devilish grinning.
"What, kiss a gay guy?"
No, kiss you goofball. Sucker punch. Ow. We both know the only thing that hurt was me. Big baby. Come on, I need to go grab something at the Torch office
"Don't you mean someone?"
Haha Clark, watch me laughing. I need a cuppa, and my stash is upstairs. And I'd like to Lana about that, because by the time somebody else tells her, the story will have metamorphosed into the two of us having full-blown sex on the table. I think she should hear it from me, before that happens.
"Remind me why I have to come with you? I mean, these pants are impossible to walk in! I'm going to split the seam!"
Moral support you ninny. And besides, you are going to tell her that it meant nothing, and was simply an opening point for my editorial.
"Now it's my turn to be confused. But I'll move swiftly on with a new topic. What are you going to do with that interview on Lex?"
I'm going to publish it, as is.
"Even the bit while he's laughing because I was licking his ear?"
No, Clark, not that part.
"What about the part where you started yelling at us to just have sex, so you could get on with your interview? I would like to make a personal request. Please don't publish that part. My dad reads the Torch, and I don't think he would handle it as well as mom."
Well, I won't write your name next to it.
"If I remember correctly, you said, "Clark, if you want to screw the man, get it over with, because I want him back! I don't think the school will understand the lack of sexual connotation. They are horny, hormonal teenagers. They'll start calling me your bitch. I don't think I can take that!" Clark pretended that he was having a break-down, then burst out laughing, and flashed his equally appealing Crest-smile at me.
Okay, first of all, how did you get your pitch up that high? You sound like a girl! And I do not sound like that. You make me sound like a sex-crazed maniac for god's sake! And what makes you think they would say that you are my bitch, and not the other way.
"The fact that you were barking orders at Lex and I like a sex-crazed maniac-ow. Okay, I deserved that. Like a horny- all right. Now stop that! You were barking sexually conotated typish orders at two full-grown men. That would make us your bitches. Technically Lex, would be your bitch too. But he's my bitch, so lay-off, k."
I don't want Lex, Clark, and I would have pegged you as the bitch, just by the way. Oh, here we are, I'll be out in a jiff. Oh dammit. Lana doesn't look happy. What the hell is Shaun doing here?
