Premonition
by Lener
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Smallville.
Chapter Two
"Uh… Chloe? What did you just do?"
Chloe glanced down at her bag, avoiding Clark's stare. The space between them suddenly felt too small, and she took a step backward.
"Man! She just got you a date with the girl of your dreams, Kent!" Pete laughed, and slapped Clark on the back lightly, oblivious to the awkward situation both Clark and Chloe were in.
"Yep! That's exactly what I did!" Chloe forced herself to look up at her two guy friends and smile, then raised an eyebrow. "Well, as you know, our nosey little reporter friend hates to be late for English (which, if you didn't know, is our first period) so I'm just gonna rush off while you two bask in your glory of your new car and a date with your dream girl!" and with that, she was off, leaving both boys standing staring after her in silence.
After a while, Pete opened his mouth.
"She's jealous."
"Huh," Clark echoed.
*
Clark watched as Chloe made her way down the corridor and round a corner, vanishing from sight. He was tempted to use his X-Ray vision to follow her, but Pete tugged at his arm, distracting him. "Hey, I need to stop at my locker to get something, let's move!" Pete said, and Clark reluctantly broke into a slow jog next to his friend, his thought still in turmoil?
What had Chloe done?
She'd just gotten him a date for the dance, and that was Lana Lang, the girl whom he had been hankering after ever since he was old enough to like girls. He could answer that question.
But why had Chloe done that?
Did that action mean that she had felt absolutely nothing that night at the loft? What about the kiss they'd shared in his loft? Surely that had at least, produced some effect on her?
Did she really feel nothing at all?
Absorbed in his thoughts, Clark watched as Pete opened his locker, grabbed some books and slammed it shut.
"All right, I'm done. Clark… Clark? You okay?" Pete asked, staring at him.
"Yeah… I'm fine," Clark shook his head to clear the mess in it, then fell into a step beside Pete as they headed towards English class.
*
Chloe rushed through the crowded corridors of Smallville High towards the classroom at the end of the hall, her heart thumping. She was still confused. What had made her speak up for Clark and accept Lana's invitation? If she and Clark had shared her dream moment in his loft the other night- surely he felt the same for her? Then why did she feel so… insecure?
Holding back tears that threatened to flow out, she bent her head and began to walk faster, which was a mistake because Chloe hardly took five steps in the bustling corridor before she slammed into somebody. Something burst in her mind the minute her skin came into immediate contact with that of the person's. Gasping, Chloe released all that she was holding as an image shot into her mind.
Rick Freeman, one of the players on the Smallville High football team, was stepping down from the pavement outside the school, but he was not paying attention to the traffic that blazed past- he was engrossed in a book. Chloe could not see the book, because everything else behind Rick was a vague blur haze.
As Rick stepped down from the pavement, a loud horn sounded, and his face shot up only to meet the front bender of a black car, which ploughed right into his legs. Chloe screamed, feeling the agony that Rick was experiencing rip through her legs. What was happening?
The last that Chloe saw was the look of horror and confusion on Rick's face before the book he had been reading landed beside her. Then everything turned black.
When Chloe came round, the first face she saw was that of Clark Kent.
"Chloe! Chloe, can you hear me? Are you okay?" she heard him saying, and then saw the immense relief that filled his features when she smiled. Pete's face came into view, looking equally scared as Clark had been. A crowd had gathered around the fallen girl, with Rick next to her, looking terrified, and with Clark and Pete by her side. Bemused by the amount of attention she had attracted, Chloe let herself continue to lie on the floor of the corridor.
"My head feels… a little light. But other than that, I'm pretty much okay… what happened?" she decided to ask instead.
"It wasn't me! I didn't push you! I swear!" Rick's face swam into view, and Pete laid a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Well, we weren't exactly there but we heard you scream and we rushed here to find you lying on the ground with all your things around you and Rick standing here… a crowd was already around you… we had to push our way in," Clark explained, concern that melted Chloe's insides filled his eyes.
"It wasn't Rick… I didn't get pushed. I stumbled into him… but I saw…" Chloe struggled to get up, and the crowd took a step back, some beginning to drift away seeing that it was not a fatal accident.
Clark and Pete each grabbed hold of one arm and helped her to her feet. Rick bent down to gather her belongings and handed them to Clark, who slung her bag over his shoulder.
"Let's go…" Pete jerked his head in the direction of the classroom.
"You sure you're okay?" Clark asked again.
Chloe nodded impatiently, then turned to Rick, "It wasn't your fault, I know. And… I don't know how to put this but… today when you leave the school, look both ways before you cross, and don't read 'Romeo and Juliet' while you're doing it."
"Wait… how do you know we're going to get our Literature text today?" Rick asked.
"Just be careful."
Clark and Pete led Chloe away, with Rick standing in front of his locker looking perplexed.
Chloe watched as the rest of the class filed in, and twirled her pen between her fingers, contemplating the incident that had just happened. Somehow it seemed all connected to the fact that she had been hearing voices in her head, and getting insights into the future that day. Could it have something to do with the dagger made out of meteor rock that belonged to Sara Parkins?
Clearing her mind as the bell rang, Chloe caught sight of Lana entering the classroom, and gave a slight smile as the girl headed towards her.
"Hey Chloe," Lana said, sounding, as usual, breathless. She looked at Clark and Pete, who had stationed themselves on either side of Chloe and were looking at Chloe as though she was a time bomb ticking merrily away.
"Lana," Chloe returned the greeting.
"I heard about what happened… are you okay?" the concern seemed genuine.
"Sure, sure, I'm perfectly all right, except for that little dizzy spell earlier. You know, no breakfast equals no energy!" Chloe grinned.
"Oh… was that what happened?" Lana continued.
"Basically."
"Well, take care, all right?" with a smile and a wave at Clark, Lana settled down in her seat.
As class started, Chloe avoided the questioning gaze that came from Clark. After all, not everything was worth telling- even to her best friends.
Author's Note: Finally! The second chapter is done! Well, hope you enjoyed it. My replies are below:
clovergrl- Hey! Thanks for reviewing. Of COURSE this story is not going to be Clana! *pukes* How could you even mention Clana in this fic!!!!!!!!! It's all Chlark! But how I'm going to make it turn back to Chlark is a different story altogether.
Big Albowski- Hey! Thanks for the review! Who doesn't love Chlark? Lol…
starburst- Hey! Thanks for reviewing! Haha… you know I never write Clana unless there's a REALLY good Chlark-ish reason for it so don't worry and please, please keep reading!
Sylphide- Yo! Thanks for the review! Lol… I hope you liked this chapter!! And please, there are other better Smallville fics out there. Mine aren't good!
eye8er2- Hello! Thanks for the review! Well, I'm glad you liked the prequel to this story! I hope you'll like this one too.