Undercover by Electric Spyro

A.n. thanx for the reviews. yup yup - whitney lana clark fanfics r goood stuff. lol.

okiedokie. chappy 2! enjoy!

'Come on. Ring already.'

It was fifth hour. Ms. Lasso was lecturing about the spanish verb estar at the front of the class and, by the looks of it, no one was even remotely interested in what she had to say. Most of the students were still feeling tired from their summer vacation and Clark counted at least five kids who had fallen asleep. Four sophmores sitting towards the back were playing Spades and another was crouched over listenin to his I-Pod. Clark was surprised the teacher hadn't noticed any of this especially with the large, round glasses she wore that magified her eyes to an unbelievable size.

'Ring. Come on.'

Clark's right leg began to bob up and down impatiently. The bell should've rung ten minutes ago! Lunch was going to start! Had to get down to the cafeteria and see Lana again. He couldn't believe she actually remembered him. Maybe she thought about him sometimes just like he did with her...

'Come on. Come - '

RING RING

'Yes!' Clark julted out of his desk and followed all the other hungry students down to the lunch room.

He paid for his lunch (pepperoni pizza and a bag of chips) and scanned the room for Lana. Sure enough, he spotted her at a table near the back. He smiled and walked quickly to her.

"Hey," Lana greeted when she saw him. She slid her chair aside so he could pull up one next to her.

"Hi," Clark answered trying his best to smile. It was hard to control his actions when his feelings were overwhelming inside him.

"So, how have you been?! You look like you grew about two feet since we last talked," Lana exclaimed laughing.

Clark grinned taking in her every move. "Yeah, I'm great. I guess after 5th grade I just kind of shot straight up."

Lana continued to laugh. Clark couldn't have been more happier.

"So, what's happened since 5th grade? Anything interesting?"

Clark thought for a while and then answered simply, "Nope."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nope."

"No dances or parties?"

"Nope. I tend to stay away from stuff like that." He failed to mention the fact that he didn't get invited to most of them.

"No other girl in your life?"

Clark hesitated staring straight into Lana's glowing eyes. He wanted to say, 'How could I have been with anyone else when I've always liked you?' but all that came out was, "Nope. Not unless you count Chloe. But she's just a friend."

"Come on, Clark. You haven't even had a crush on anyone since 5th grade?"

"Well, I.." he swallowed trying to think of the best words, "I have had my eye on some one..."

"I knew it. Do I know her?"

Clark shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Y-yeah. I think you might."

Lana gave a devilish smirk and took a sip from her soda. Clark took this opportunity to change the subject.

"So what about you?"

"Oh, I'm about the same. Nothing interesting really. Except Whitney Fordman - the guy you met in the stairway. We've been going out for about two weeks now. Of course he's terrible with dates so he probably has know idea it's been that long," Lana admited.

Clark knodded and looked down at his own lunch which he hadn't even touched yet. "Yeah, Whitney seems....nice."

"He is," Lana agreed ignoring the fake way he'd said 'nice'. "He's very nice and very sweet, but he's also very clueless. I mean, how can he have flunked Physical Science two years in row? Being the only junior in a freshmen class must get uncomfortable sometimes."

"Yeah," Clark said feeling as though the last thing he wanted to talk about with Lana was her boyfriend.

"I wish I could help him some how..." Lana let her voice trail off as she looked down at her hands.

"Well, I'm pretty good at science. Maybe I could help him. And you too." Clark suddenly added, "I-I mean if you need help..."

"I actually I could use a tutor, but Whitney needs it way more then me. Maybe I could talk to him and see if he'll let you help him," Lana said with renewed happiness in her voice.

At first, Clark was a little reluctant. He'd only said he'd help Whitney so that he could get closer to Lana. But then he realized how wrong that was. Lana was very happy with Whitney. He shouldn't try to tear them apart so he could selfishly have Lana to himself. Besides, Whitney really did need help. What could it hurt?

"Okay. Sounds great."

"So, if you give me your phone number I can just call you and let you know his answer," Lana explained handing Clark a napkin and pen.

His number? He'd never given his phone number to a girl before. Chloe didn't even know it. Of course, it wasn't like she was actually going to use it any other time then this. She'd probably throw it anyway as soon as she was done calling him. He quickly scribbled it down on the napkin and handed it back to her.

RING RING

"I'll call you tonight, okay?"

"Okay." He headed toward his 6th hour class in a better mood then before.
Clark couldn't help but sit by the cordless phone in his loft eagerly waiting for Lana to call. So far it had rung twice, and both times it had been a telemarketer. He was starting to doubt what she'd told him earlier when suddenly the phone rang. Clark sprang up and answered it after taking a breath and trying to act like he hadn't been waiting for her call.

"Hello?"

"Clark?"

"Y-yeah," he couldn't help but smile to himself at the sound of his name coming out of her mouth. "This is Lana, right?"

"Yeah. I talked to Whitney," she explained as if Clark and her had been best friends their whole life, "and he said it sounds great. He's going to be at the library on Saturday at one. Can you make it?"

"Yeah. Are you gonna be there?" Clark suddenly squeezed his eyes shut and mentally smacked himself. How desperate did that sound?

"Um...maybe. I have a history report I could get started on..." Lana said slightly uncomfortable. "We'll see what happens."

"Oh. Okay," Clark swallowed. 'Stop acting stupid, Clark!!!' he screamed silently into his head.

"So I guess I'll see you around school." Lana exclaimed ending the conversation.

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye."

Clark put the phone down and smacked his forehead with the palms of his hands.

"I am so pitiful," Clark stated aloud.

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a.n. don't worry - clana is a comin'! lol