Undercover by Electric Spyro

A.n. hey guyz. guess what - it's another update! yes, i kno, it's fast. warning to clana shippers: this chappy might wanna make u punch me. lol

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As Clark was about to enter the school the next day, Whitney ran up towards him.

"Okay, here's the scenario: I'm meeting Lana between 3rd and 4th hour at her locker. What do I do?"

Clark looked at Whitney and almost bursted with laughter. Lana was right - he was clueless. Clark shrugged looking back at the ground. "I don't know. Compliment her. Tell her you like her hair or her shirt. Little stuff like that."

"Really?" Whitney retorted as they both entered the school and weaved through the throngs of students.

"Yeah. Don't take everything so seriously. Relax. Be yourself." Clark swallowed hard as he flipped the combination lock on his locker. He should be taking his own advice.

"Okay. So, should I ask her to go somewhere? Maybe see a movie at my place? Or does that sound to forward?" Whitney wondered with a hopeful look on his face.

Clark stuffed in books into the locker and then looked up at Whitney unbelievably. "It's hard to believe you're a junior in high school you know that? Most juniors shove guys like me around."

Whitney knodded. "I know. I know. That's why I want to keep this quiet. Just between you and me, I've never really been in a relationship. Now that I've got one, I really don't wanna screw it up."

"Yeah, well, I suggest you just be friendly with her for now. She's really quiet and shy so I don't think asking her out right out of the blue is going to get her to like you any better," Clark said slamming the locker shut.

"Okay, asking her to go somewhere: no. Giving her a compliment: yes. That it?"

Clark sighed and knodded. "For now."

"Great. Thanks, man." Whitney started to walk away, stopped, and turned back. "And Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't wear that shirt again. Makes you look like a nerdy farm twirp."

Clark gave him a sour look as Whitney jogging away. He looked down at his gold and red plaid shirt and shook his head. He desperately needed some fashion tips.
"Chloe? Are you here?" Clark knodded on the door marked 'Torch Office' and slowly walked in.

Five computers and a wall stapled with dozens of magizine and newpaper clippings met Clark's eyes. As he looked around taking it all in, his blonde-haired, energetic friend popped up out of nowhere.

"Hey, Clark. Come to help me print out my first ever edition of the Smallville Torch?" Chloe asked as she walked over to the copy machine to check on it.

"Um, no. But congrats on becoming the Torch's editor," Clark stated smiling sweetly.

Chloe returned the smile and then made her way to the nearest computer and started typing away. "So far I've missed two due dates and have a whole page that's blank. I don't suppose you could help me fill it?"

"Maybe."

After a short pause Chloe finally asked, "So, what brought you here? Hot, new gossip?"

"No," Clark said feeling a little uncomfortable. "I need help with my wardrobe."

"Really? Clark Kent's finally turning in his beloved flannel for an upgrade?" Chloe asked intrigued.

"Yeah, I hope so. But I don't know what to get or how I'm going to pay for it," Clark said sadly.

"And you're asking me for help on the subject?"

Clark sat down in the nearest chair. "I know you're not a total fashion bug, but you're the only person I know that I could shop with without looking....sissy."

Chloe laughed. "Well, I'd be honored. We can go tonight. I know a few places that sell cheap clothes. Cheap as in the price, not the look."

"Great. Chloe, you're the best!" He pulled her into a small hug and then rushed out.
The bell rang ending the tiring Monday for all the Smallville High students. Clark was sightly nervous about wearing something new to school. He was almost positive everyone would make fun of him. He was also afraid of the attention he would attract. All he wanted to do was fit in. But Whitney had already told him his reputation wasn't too great. Getting a new look couldn't possibly pull it down too much could it?

"Clark!"

Clark turned to see Whitney running towards him. "What's up?"

"I got a problem. When I went to Lana's locker earlier she asked me to meet her on the bleachers after school. She has something really important to tell me," Whitney said with slight panic in his voice.

"Okay...so?"

"So, I don't know what to say to her. Everywhere we go we we're always with at least one other person. I've never been alone with her."

"Whitney, just calm down - "

"You have to come with me."

"What?" Clark excalimed confused.

"You can hide under the bleachers before she gets there and then tell me what to tell her," Whitney said grabbing Clark's shoulder and pulling him towards the football field.

"Whitney, this is insane! Just tell her how you feel!"

It was too late. Already they reached the football bleachers and Whitney hurriedly pushed Clark under them. "It'll only take a second."

'Easy for him to say,' Clark thought. The many beams of metal made it very uncomfortable to him. Be twisted and turned until he was halfway sitting and decided that was as good as it was going to get.

"Lana." Clark turned the metal above him creak as Lana walked up to Whitney.

"Hey," she said kissing him sweetly.

"Let her sit down first." Clark whispered through the bleachers.

"Uh, go ahead and sit down," Whitney stated beckoning Lana over to the spot directly above Clark.

"Thanks." She sat down and so did Whitney. "So, I guess your wondering what I wanted to say."

"Shoot," Whitney said meekly.

"Well," she started. "I've been thinking about our relationship and...well..."

"Our relationship means everything to me," Clark whispered secretly to Whitney.

"Our relationship means everything." Whitney said sincerely.

"To me!" Clark repeated quietly.

"To me!" Whitney quickly added smiling stupidly.

Lana smiled back and then continued. "So, I have something I wanted to tell you for a while..."

"Whatever it is I hope it's for the better." Clark said softly.

Whitney repeated the message and Lana grinned brightly as she grabbed Whitney's hands and then announced, "I think I might.....be falling in love with you."

Clark's mouth dropped and Whitney only just stopped his.

"Uh..." Whitney froze.

Clark sat on the metal bars paralyzed with shock. She loved Whitney? What should Whitney say? Clark didn't know if Whitney loved her. He knew he - Clark - would always love her. He closed his eyes and pretended it had been him to whom Lana confessed her love to. The words slowly flowed out.

As Whitney heard the words, he longingly repeated them to his girlfriend. "I always felt the same way about you, too. I never had feelings for anyone else because everytime I looked into your eyes or watched you in my dreams I knew it was you. It was always going to be you that I longed for."

Lana's eyes filled up tears as she heard these words. She immediately kissed him and wrapped herself in his embrace. "That was beautiful, Whitney."

Clark opened his eyes and felt the sadness fill every inch of him. He lowered his head in deep depression and silently climbed out of the bleachers.

Whitney watched Clark rush away as Lana continued to hug him affectionately.

A.n. told ya...lol

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