CHAPTER SEVEN

Disclaimers in Chapter One

 Cupid was saddened at the turn of the events.  Could Psyche be wrong in that Chloe just wasn't attracted to Lex Luthor?  The guilty look on her face as she drove away nagged at him, however.  If she truly could care less about the scion, she would have been indifferent.

Thinking that he will find his answers later, he turned to Psyche.  "Should we check on Lana and Pete to see if they haven't killed each other or something?"

His question interrupted her brainstorm of possible solutions for the Talon owner and the judge's son.  "What about Lex and Chloe?"

Cupid tried his best to look innocent and shrugged.  "They parted for the day," he lied.

Psyche accepted it rather easily as she was still preoccupied with Pete and Lana.  "Alright," she nodded.  "Where's Lana and Pete?"

Cupid waved his hand over the looking glass, and it changed scenes.  This time, it was at the Sullivan home.  Pete had offered to take Lana home, and the enamored girl could not help but take advantage.

"Come on, Pete," she goaded as she walked swiftly around the dining table.  Pete walked as fast, trying to increase the distance between them.

"I don't think so, Lana."

"Please, Pete," she begged.  "Just one kiss."

"Oh, no," he shook his head.  "No way.  Clark would kill me if he found out."  He ran out of the dining room into the living room with hopes of complete evasion.

"Clark, Schmark," Lana shrugged as she followed him into the next room, gaining more speed by the second.  "Who cares if he found out?  What matters is that you and I are together."

Pete tried to be as equally fast, but somehow, Lana's determination was surprisingly overpowering him.  "Clark has been in love with you since forever, Lana.  He'd be devastated if he sees you fawning all over me."

"But what about your feelings, Pete?"  Lana inquired as she cunningly maneuvered herself around the love seat to trick Pete.  Luckily for the young man, he outsmarted her by running toward the other side of the room.

"I don't mind the attention at all," he admitted.  "I just don't think that you're thinking straight."  He ducked once again as Lana dared to jump over the big sofa.

"I've never thought so clearly before in my whole entire life," she breathlessly declared as she chased him around the coffee table.

Their runaround distracted them from noticing Chloe's arrival.  Seeing her housemate hungrily chasing her best friend around her own living room immediately caught the reporter's attention.

"What is going on?" she demanded loudly.  Completely shocked by her presence, Pete stopped in mid-run, and Lana took the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. 

"Chloe," she said, not taking her eyes off her prey.  "Would you mind giving us a second?"

"Uh," Chloe hesitated as Pete widened his eyes at her in desperation.  "Lana, I'll need to talk to Pete for a second" was her petty attempt at rescuing her friend.

"No!" Lana resoundingly responded.  "I mean, we're busy right now."  She firmly glared at Chloe as she managed to compose herself after that outburst.

"O-kay," the blonde conceded as she stared back helplessly at Pete, shrugging that there was nothing else she could do.

Just when things couldn't get any worse, the half-open door swung open and in stepped Clark.