Sins of a Small Town
Chapter Two: Lust
* * *
"How do you propose we ask Leland about why he didn't tell anyone that his mom was watching TV for a week straight, but instead said she was okay?" Clark asked Chloe the next day.
"Clark, you've known me for a few years now, right?" she asked.
"Yeah..." he said slowly, curiously.
"And, we're really good friends, right?" she continued.
"Uh huh..."
"You should know by now, Mr. Kent, that I have my ways, and my ways, my cunning, cunning ways, usually work. Now, if you don't have any more questions, I need to get to history," she said, and walked away down the hall, leaving Clark there to stare after her.
"Ouch," Pete said, coming up from behind Clark and laying a hand on his shoulder. "What set her off?"
Clark was still staring at the spot where Chloe had disappeared around the corner, and didn't break out of the daze until Pete gave him a bit of a shake. "Clark, you alive?"
"Yeah, sorry... what?" Clark asked.
"Nevermind," Pete laughed. "We're gonna be late for class if you don't pick your jaw up off the floor and get moving." Clark, whose mouth had slightly dropped open, gave Pete a bitter look, closed his mouth, and shuffled to their class, Pete following him with a grin.
* * *
The school day was soon over, and Clark and Pete were on their way to the Torch office, where Chloe had asked them, and Lana, to meet her. When they got there, Lana was already there, but there was no sign of Chloe.
"Where's Chlo?" Pete asked.
"Here," Lana said, handing Pete a sheet of notebook paper, Chloe's tidy scrawl filling the lines. She crossed her arms and watched as Pete read it aloud.
"'Lana, Pete, Clark, I know I told you to meet me here, but something came up. I'll be back as soon as I can, but try and find out anything you can about this whole L.T. issue. Don't call me if you find anything; my cell will be off. Chloe.'"
"What's L.T.?" Clark asked.
"Leland Trotter," Pete told him.
"Why'd she just put his initia-" Clark started, but Pete cut him off, knowing what he was going to say.
"In case someone else found this paper. That way they don't know what we're doing. If we have a paper with 'Leland Trotter' written all over it, and Leland found it, don't you think he'd be more suspicious than if he just saw his initials?"
"The bigger question pertains to what she said about her cell phone. Why wouldn't she want us to call her if we found anything?" Lana asked, taking the paper from Pete and quickly rereading it. "She's always up for new leads."
"Unless she didn't want someone to hear it ring," Pete said.
"Don't tell me that she's..." Clark began.
"That's my guess," Pete sighed. "But there's nothing we can do about it now. If Chloe's at Leland's house, there's no stopping her." He looked at Clark and Lana. They all knew that it was true. Once Chloe went on a mission, she wouldn't back down easily. And the chance of her backing down was already lessened a great deal too much. After all, she was probably back snooping around at the Trotter house as they spoke.
Meanwhile, Chloe was where her friends had speculated, but not doing what they had speculated. Chloe Sullivan was unconscious on the white- tiled floor of the kitchen, and a shaky hand was slowly moving towards her cheek....
* * *
"Chloe!" Lana said, causing Clark and Pete to look up from their computers. Sure enough, Chloe was standing in the doorway of the Torch office.
"Where have you been? It's almost six-thirty!" Clark exclaimed, pushing out his chair and standing up. Pete and Lana did the same.
"Trying to find out information, silly," Chloe said... purred. Chloe did not purr. Something was wrong with this picture. They all looked at her, dumbfounded. "What?" She didn't really even wait for an answer, but took off her coat to expose that she was scantily dressed, in very revealing clothing.
"Chloe!" Lana said again, surprised.
"Yes?"
"Wh-what are you wearing?"
"Oh, do you like it? It was just some old stuff I had laying around. I had to make a few alterations, of course.... Do you like it?" She did an imaginary curtsey - she would have done an actual one, if there had been enough fabric in her outfit to do so.
"It's... different," Lana said slowly.
"Thank you. Ah, and for you two..." she purred again, talking to Clark and Pete. "Why don't you follow me? I have something to show you." She motioned to them with her finger, gliding into the hallway, leaving them all to stare after her.
"What's going on?" Clark asked.
"I don't know, but it looks like you two are going to find out," Lana said.
"I was afraid of that," Pete said as he and Clark slowly exited the room in search of Chloe.
* * *
"Chloe?" Clark called. They had walked all the way down the corridor, but they couldn't find her. The way she was acting, Clark wouldn't be surprised if she was hiding somewhere, covering her mouth as not to let them hear her giggling.
"Clark?" Pete said questioningly. Clark turned to face him. In Pete's hands were Chloe's top and shorts, which had been discarded on the floor.
"You guys are just too cute," a voice commented behind them. They swiftly turned to see Chloe standing there, hands on her hips, a small grin forming on her face. But they didn't notice her grin; they were too busy taking in the fact that she was wearing nothing but a black bra and panties.
Chapter Two: Lust
* * *
"How do you propose we ask Leland about why he didn't tell anyone that his mom was watching TV for a week straight, but instead said she was okay?" Clark asked Chloe the next day.
"Clark, you've known me for a few years now, right?" she asked.
"Yeah..." he said slowly, curiously.
"And, we're really good friends, right?" she continued.
"Uh huh..."
"You should know by now, Mr. Kent, that I have my ways, and my ways, my cunning, cunning ways, usually work. Now, if you don't have any more questions, I need to get to history," she said, and walked away down the hall, leaving Clark there to stare after her.
"Ouch," Pete said, coming up from behind Clark and laying a hand on his shoulder. "What set her off?"
Clark was still staring at the spot where Chloe had disappeared around the corner, and didn't break out of the daze until Pete gave him a bit of a shake. "Clark, you alive?"
"Yeah, sorry... what?" Clark asked.
"Nevermind," Pete laughed. "We're gonna be late for class if you don't pick your jaw up off the floor and get moving." Clark, whose mouth had slightly dropped open, gave Pete a bitter look, closed his mouth, and shuffled to their class, Pete following him with a grin.
* * *
The school day was soon over, and Clark and Pete were on their way to the Torch office, where Chloe had asked them, and Lana, to meet her. When they got there, Lana was already there, but there was no sign of Chloe.
"Where's Chlo?" Pete asked.
"Here," Lana said, handing Pete a sheet of notebook paper, Chloe's tidy scrawl filling the lines. She crossed her arms and watched as Pete read it aloud.
"'Lana, Pete, Clark, I know I told you to meet me here, but something came up. I'll be back as soon as I can, but try and find out anything you can about this whole L.T. issue. Don't call me if you find anything; my cell will be off. Chloe.'"
"What's L.T.?" Clark asked.
"Leland Trotter," Pete told him.
"Why'd she just put his initia-" Clark started, but Pete cut him off, knowing what he was going to say.
"In case someone else found this paper. That way they don't know what we're doing. If we have a paper with 'Leland Trotter' written all over it, and Leland found it, don't you think he'd be more suspicious than if he just saw his initials?"
"The bigger question pertains to what she said about her cell phone. Why wouldn't she want us to call her if we found anything?" Lana asked, taking the paper from Pete and quickly rereading it. "She's always up for new leads."
"Unless she didn't want someone to hear it ring," Pete said.
"Don't tell me that she's..." Clark began.
"That's my guess," Pete sighed. "But there's nothing we can do about it now. If Chloe's at Leland's house, there's no stopping her." He looked at Clark and Lana. They all knew that it was true. Once Chloe went on a mission, she wouldn't back down easily. And the chance of her backing down was already lessened a great deal too much. After all, she was probably back snooping around at the Trotter house as they spoke.
Meanwhile, Chloe was where her friends had speculated, but not doing what they had speculated. Chloe Sullivan was unconscious on the white- tiled floor of the kitchen, and a shaky hand was slowly moving towards her cheek....
* * *
"Chloe!" Lana said, causing Clark and Pete to look up from their computers. Sure enough, Chloe was standing in the doorway of the Torch office.
"Where have you been? It's almost six-thirty!" Clark exclaimed, pushing out his chair and standing up. Pete and Lana did the same.
"Trying to find out information, silly," Chloe said... purred. Chloe did not purr. Something was wrong with this picture. They all looked at her, dumbfounded. "What?" She didn't really even wait for an answer, but took off her coat to expose that she was scantily dressed, in very revealing clothing.
"Chloe!" Lana said again, surprised.
"Yes?"
"Wh-what are you wearing?"
"Oh, do you like it? It was just some old stuff I had laying around. I had to make a few alterations, of course.... Do you like it?" She did an imaginary curtsey - she would have done an actual one, if there had been enough fabric in her outfit to do so.
"It's... different," Lana said slowly.
"Thank you. Ah, and for you two..." she purred again, talking to Clark and Pete. "Why don't you follow me? I have something to show you." She motioned to them with her finger, gliding into the hallway, leaving them all to stare after her.
"What's going on?" Clark asked.
"I don't know, but it looks like you two are going to find out," Lana said.
"I was afraid of that," Pete said as he and Clark slowly exited the room in search of Chloe.
* * *
"Chloe?" Clark called. They had walked all the way down the corridor, but they couldn't find her. The way she was acting, Clark wouldn't be surprised if she was hiding somewhere, covering her mouth as not to let them hear her giggling.
"Clark?" Pete said questioningly. Clark turned to face him. In Pete's hands were Chloe's top and shorts, which had been discarded on the floor.
"You guys are just too cute," a voice commented behind them. They swiftly turned to see Chloe standing there, hands on her hips, a small grin forming on her face. But they didn't notice her grin; they were too busy taking in the fact that she was wearing nothing but a black bra and panties.