Premonition
by Lener
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Smallville.
Chapter Eleven
There she was, standing there near the door to the gym, like the icon of love and beauty. Everything else in the room faded as Clark stared at the gorgeous teenage girl he felt he'd seen for the first time in his entire life. Her blond hair shone under the dim lighting of the gym, and a thousand droplets of dew that shone like diamonds seemed to have been woven into the tendrils of her messy but stylishly pinned up hair.
A handmade tiara of flimsy tinsel was perched on her head, making her look like an angel with a halo of white gold constantly raining silver dust down.
Chloe's face shone with a kind of happiness, like she was free from some burden or load, Clark noticed with a tinge of regret and guilt. Her eyes were her usual dark hazel green, and around them a silver shimmer that could only be well-applied makeup. Her cheeks were flushed a delicate pink (Clark swore to himself that there was no blusher on them) and her full lips were glossy and shining like cocoa spun with milk.
Most stunning of all was the dress that she was wearing. It was a silky strapless dress that shimmered with a dozen cooling winter colours- a green that matched her eyes, rich emerald, soft aquamarine, deep navy, light azure, a hint of olive and a tint of turquoise. Over her dress was a sheen of scarf that made it seem as though her bodice was flowing like the sea.
The colours matched Chloe's summer tanned skin, and she looked like she'd just stepped out of an underwater fairytale book. On her feet were blue sandals with silver beads on the strap.
"I… is that… Chloe?" beside him Lana stared in astonishment, as though she'd never seen the girl in her entire life.
Clark caught her look and felt annoyance stab through the wall of amazement that had built up inside him, and he defended Chloe, "I think she looks simply gorgeous."
He took a step and was about to call out her name (she had not seen the four of them yet) when suddenly someone sidled up to her and placed an arm around her waist. Alarm bells rang in Clark's head and before he knew it, he had marched up to the boy and said, "I think you'd better get your hands off my friend."
"Clark!" Chloe exclaimed, whirling around. She was looking at him straight in the eye. For a moment, tenderness and longing were all he saw in them, but a second later they hardened as something else took over, but Chloe broke the gaze as soon as the others came up.
"Hey Chloe! You looked beautiful!" Lana gushed.
"Sullivan! Such a dress! You look like a woodland sprite! Love it!" Rebecca, who was in the Young Authors Club with Chloe, smiled appreciatively.
Pete whistled and gave her the thumbs up sign, and then said, "Now, why does Devan Gooden have his arm around you?"
Chloe blushed, and smiled, and Clark felt his heart go on a roller coaster ride. How did she do that every time without even noticing it? He swallowed a mouthful carefully, making sure that no one sensed his discomfort.
"This is Devan, my date," Chloe squared her shoulders and looked defiantly at Clark, as though daring him to protest.
"Devan… Devan… hey! Aren't you the dude who's gonna try out for the team next week?" Pete suddenly exclaimed, snapping his fingers. Devan nodded shyly. He did not look the jock type- with his floppy black hair and soft brown eyes, Devan looked more like an artiste of some sort, and not at all like a typical bulky footballer.
Clark eyed Devan's fitting black tuxedo and deep green bowtie (that matched Chloe's dress), not to mention his shiny black shoes, and felt a pang deep inside of him. Devan looked good standing next to Chloe. In fact, both of them looked good together.
"Wow! So… how did you… get a date… on such… short… notice?" Lana asked.
"Well, actually, I asked Chloe," Devan put in.
"This morning," Chloe added, beaming.
"And you agreed?" Clark winced at his question, which had come out as more of a bark than a pleasant enquiry.
"What was I supposed to do, Clark, sit around and wait for someone else to ask me?"
The others laughed, and Chloe smiled, but Clark saw her steely gaze and knew that the remark was meant for him.
*
Half an hour later the dance was in full swing.
Chloe was in Devan's arms, twirling and bopping to the lively music of the DJ who had been hired to play for the dance. The beat coursed through the entire gym from the stereo speakers all around them. Chloe allowed Devan to dip her one more time, and giggled as the came back up, head dizzy. She'd never felt so much more alive tonight than in the past few days, and for a while she forgot all about the reason that had brought her to this dance in the first place…
Devan skillfully maneuvered them across the dance floor, and she allowed herself to be led by his strong arms.
She caught a glimpse of Clark and Lana dancing uncomfortably, Lana clumsy in her pink gown. Then they flashed past and Devan was smiling down at her.
Laughing again, Chloe resumed her dancing as the music went on.
*
Clark stifled a grown as Lana stepped on the tips of his shoes for the umpteenth time that night. He was really starting to get impatient with her limited dancing abilities. It was lucky for him that he hardly felt any pain at all. Instead, Clark kept mum about the whole foot-stepping affair, but apparently Lana had realised her actions, and she blushed in the dim lighting of the gym.
"Oh, sorry, Clark," she apologized looking up at him, but her voice never reached his ears. Clark was absorbed in another couple across the dance floor.
He watched as Chloe twirled and laughed- she seemed to be enjoying herself with Devan, and Clark felt a surge of anger deep inside him. He recognized the other feeling mixed with it.
Jealousy.
*
There was something different about Clark tonight.
Lana could feel it in her veins. She'd been purposely stepping on his foot throughout the whole dance and he had not even registered the pain that her forceful steps might have inflicted onto him. Instead, he seemed preoccupied in his own world.
Lana was dismayed. Was this how the dance was going to be? For the rest of the night? Was Clark going to pretend that she never existed?
*
Devan smiled down at the girl twirling out of his arms, and felt happiness and content wash over him. Chloe Sullivan was smart, funny, independent, beautiful and everything he ever wanted in a girl. And right now she was here, at the dance, with him. Everything was perfect, but still Devan could not fully relax.
He dreaded that eventual moment when he would have to leave the dance.
And Chloe.
Just then there was a tap on his shoulder, and Devan turned around as a familiar voice reached his ears.
"May I?"
It was Clark Kent.
Before he could reply, Lana Lang swept him away in her arms, leaving Chloe standing alone in the middle of the dance floor, glaring up at Clark.
Author's Note: Yo! Well, the end of this chapter! I hope you like it… and I wonder what Clark is up to now! Will he get his dance? Why did Chloe go the dance anyway???? All these questions will be answered in the next chapter of Premonition! Meanwhile, read my replies below!
Additional Author's Note: HAHAHA! I wrote that part about the pink tissue box hoping (and knowing) and you all Lana-haters would love it! And I'm glad you guys did! HEHE! I had fun reading the reviews!
Rbritsmom73- Sorry… but that's my job! My self-proclaimed job… to kill people with all the suspense I put in my stories! Well, I hope you liked this update!
Big Albowski- Hey! Haven't seen you in a long time! Lol… Thanks, most readers found the furry pink tissue box "priceless" too… hehe!
clovergrl- Hey! Thanks for reviewing! Haha! Well, let's see if your premonition about Clark dumping Lana for Chloe in the dance is correct! And don't worry… I hope to throw us Chlarkers a huge steak! Not just the bone! Muahaha!
Nad- Hello! Thanks for reviewing! Well, here's the next chapter!
Honolulu- I appreciate the enthusiastic response! HAHA! *grabs Honolulu and lifts her of the ground* Yay! Another Lana-hater! Of course, only Lana-haters can read this story and actually like it! HAHA! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Syl- YO! Lol… can't wait for ya to come online again coz next time I hope we have more time to chat! YEAH LP! Lol… Don't STAAAAAAAAAAAY (forget our memories, forget our possibilities) WHAT YOU WERE CHANGING ME INTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahem… sorry… got a little distracted there… DAMN ME? EXCUSE ME?????????????? HAHA… "What does she look like?", you asked, and I hope I have answered your question as best I could. And I knew you'd like the Lana and the Pink part! Muahah!!
just me- Hey! Really? First person to reply your reviews? I must say, I'm honoured! Well, I'm glad you loved the update! I hope you enjoy this new chapter! And yeah! Pink furry tissue box mania starts NOW! Bwahaha!
SeleneA- Whoa! Grounded? What happened? I hope everything's all right! Thanks for the review, by the way… HAHA! A cat fight! All right! I'll remember to add that in to one of my later chapters or perhaps another story!
Kit Merlot- Hey! Thanks for reviewing! Humph. Of course Clark will declare undying love for Chloe, but chances of that happening in one of the episodes of the real Smallville series would be like, zero.