Undercover by Electric Spyro

A.n. not much to say cept - here's the next chapter! enjoy!

When Chloe and Clark arrived at the mall to begin their search for Clark's new clothes, Clark's mind was still back under the football bleachers watching Whitney kiss and hug the girl Clark had dreamed about four years ago. He was barely consicous of what Chloe was picking out for him. He just knodded and smiled at anything she thought looked nice. Personally, he really didn't care what he looked like anymore. Who did he have to look nice or cooler for? No one. He was just a nerdy farm boy and that's all he was going to be.

After the shopping spree, Clark thanked Chloe for her help and then went home declining dinner. He plopped himself down on his bed and closed his eyes.

'Why did Lana have to say she loved him?' Clark asked himself miserably. 'It just makes everything worse. Why can't I let go of these stupid feelings I have for her? She's never going to go out with me. Then why do I get these nervous butterflies in my stomache when she walks by? As if there's just this one ray of hope they she may see me as something more then a friend...'

Clark turned onto his side and looked out the window. The pureness of the white moon shined into Clark's room as if trying to comfort him. Telling him that everything was okay. But it wasn't okay. Clark knew it.

'I just have to keep these feelings hidden. Maybe if I forget about them, I won't feel that way about her anymore.'

And so he fell into a light sleep confident that he was going to make Whitney a perfect boyfriend for Lana and Clark's feelings for her would slowly drift away.
'What have I done?' Clark told himself as he walked reluctantly to school.

He was wearing something Chloe had picked out yesterday and Clark felt all wrong in it. This definitely wasn't him. As soon as he reached the campus, he felt even worse.

Every girl he passed stopped their conversation dead in its tracks when they spotted him. All the guys gave him looks of envy and jealously. Clark swallowed and sped up his pace. 'Just get through this day,' Clark told himself, 'and then kill Chloe.'

"Whoa Clark!" Pete exclaimed as his eyes widened. "Chloe told me she was going to help you with your de-flannel project, but I wasn't expecting this! You are Clark Kent, right?"

Clark smirked sheepishly and walked past his friend. He didn't want to stay in one spot too long because of the hoard of cheerleaders that seem to be tailing him. As he turned the corner, he stopped. Lana was at her locker. Whitney was nowhere in sight.

"Uh....hey," he mummured preparing himself for Lana's reaction.

She looked up and saw Clark - at least, it sounded like Clark - wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with three distinct white stripes running horizontally across the front. It fit perfectly around his massive chest. A pair of jeans covered his brand new black Nikes. She also noticed his hair was trimmed and spiked up a little. He smiled modestly barely keeping eye contact with her.

"Wow, Clark. Nice look," Lana said instead of letting her mouth drop down to the floor.

"Thanks. I don't really feel right though," Clark admited glance over to a group of girls across the hall from him smiling and winking flirtaciously.

"It's a big change. Everyone will get use to it eventually," Lana said shutting her locker and heading towards her class trying to not stare at him for too long. Clark followed her so she decided to keep the conversation going. "So, what made you do it?"

"It was Whitney's idea. Chloe picked out the clothes."

"Oh?" Lana retorted stealing another look at Clark. "And what about the hair?"

"Oh...well...I kind of did that myself." He ran a hand through his dark brown hair. "You don't think it looks too desperate?"

"Desperate?"

"Yeah," Clark said uncomfortably. "I did it because wanted a change. Not just to have girls chasing me like magnets."

"Just ignore them. They find a new guy to follow every week," Lana explained looking over at a few of her cheerleader teammates. "But, you know, I wouldn't be surprised if that girl you've got your eye on has her eye on you, too."

Lana smiled brightly at Clark and then went into her class. Clark watched her go longingly. As she left, he muttered softly, "Yeah, I hope so."
In science class that day, Mrs. Armstrong passed out two worksheets that were to be worked on in pairs. Before Clark could even get up from his seat to find a partner, Whitney pulled his desk in front of Clark's with a large grin on his happy face.

"That stuff you told me under the bleachers yesterday worked great, dude! Thank you so much!" Whitney exclaimed as Clark buried his mind in his science book. "Wow, I can't believe it....she's falling in love with me."

"Yeah, that's great," Clark muttered quietly.

"What's your problem? Don't you got like every girl in school staring at you now?" Whitney asked leaning back in his chair slyly and stealing a few answers to the worksheet from the kid next to him.

"Yeah. Which I think is really awkward by the way."

"Why? Because you've never had a girl like you before?"

"They don't like me," Clark corrected writing an answer down on his paper (Whitney quickly stole that one also), "they like how I look. I think I'm gonna go back to my old clothes tomorrow."

Whitney looked up unbelievably. "Okay that's a really bad move. Clark, once you enter popularity in high school you can't just jump right out of it. Dude, this is you now. Get use to it. Find a girl. Be happy."

"I don't like anyone that's single." Clark immediately wished he hadn't said that.

"Oh? So you like a girl that's already taken?" Whitney laughed. "Clark, it hasn't even been a whole day in that new look and already you're becoming a player."

"Can we just get these worksheets done, please?" Clark snapped with slight anger. Life sucked right now. It really did. Clark didn't have Lana and now he didn't even have himself anymore. All he wanted was for everything to stop so he could figure things out.

But, from the looks of things, he didn't feel that was going to happen anytime soon.
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