A/N: wow a lot has happened to me in rl... lol I pierced my tongue and went to prom in a polka dot dress.. lol... oh well... enjoy :)

Undecided

By S. Ann Smith

Chapter eight: Duped: Oh! the trickery!

Lex wasn't as furious as he thought he should be. A girl had walked out on him in Toni's restaurant. Paying for the bill was no real problem for him, it was just his ego that was bruised, not his wallet after all. But usually paying for the bill leads to other things, mostly involving his purple silk sheets. Girls - women - don't usually walk out on him. But then again, Chloe wasn't just any girl. She left him there, hanging, without so much as a good bye kiss, not that he figured she would. Chloe Sullivan was indeed a diamond in the rough if he ever did see one. And he wanted to see her more often.

After Chloe left, Toni had sat down. She commended Lex on his wonderful taste in women, not including herself of course. She listed them all, which was a shock mostly because Lex couldn't even remember half of their names, including Helen and Desiré, the two women who had tried to kill him, and Victoria, who along with Helen had been sleeping with his father. Lex shuddered.

After this Toni had the audacity to tell him that Chloe was too young for him to corrupt. "She was corrupt long before I came along." Lex mumbled aloud. Toni then gave him her blessing, as long as Lex waited a year or two for the petite blond to fully grow up.

Lex turned into the Smallville High's equally small parking lot. He had already been to the Sullivan household, and deduced that it was empty. He figured that Chloe was in the torch office.

his assumptions were confirmed when he rounded the corner in the empty hallway. He could hear shouting, but it wasn't just any shouting. It was the angry voice of none other than Chloe Sullivan.

Chloe had been duped. She was outsmarted by Smallville's very own pink princess: Lana Lang. She felt insulted and disgusted.

"Chloe, before you get upset at Lana, I have to take full responsibility for this." Clark said looking into her fiery hazel eyes.

'How does he do that? GHow can he do both? Read my mind adn still look earnest after he has manipulated me? Damn Clark and his alien powers! I wonder if he has mind reading powers? Nah, we wouldn't be in this situation if that was true, right Chloe? Right.' She tried to make a break fort he door.

"Please, I need to talk to you." As if on cue, Lana walked out of the door. 'No, I'm supposed to be the one leaving!'

Chloe looked at the window frantically. She had fallen out of a window before, at least she know what would happen. That is until Clark came to visit, or worse, rescue her. 'Damn it! So much for 'Plan B' time for 'Plan C'. Oh shit! there is no 'Plan C'!' She frantically tried to think of a plan.

"Clark please just go. I don't know how you conned Lana into crying on cue... Oh wait yes I do. Just get the hell away from me." She said angrily. She began to make her way past the rather large Clark-shaped obstacle in front of her.

"Please Chlo'," Plan A was compromised.

"I've given you too many chances. What made you think that Kissing me makes it a ll go away."

He gave her a hurt look, that made Chloe wonder if it was sincere, or if he was playing her as well.

"I guess it only made things worse." Clark said releasing his iron grip form the door frame. "See you around Chloe." He turned to the door, and before Chloe could say another word, he was gone.

"I hate it when he does that." Chloe said turning back towards the office.

"I'm guessing that I just missed the escape artist known as Clark." A glassy-smooth voice behind her said, making her jump.

'I've got to stop turning my back to the door.'

"Lex, hi," She looked at him. His expression was tat of intrigue. 'I really should buy him a bell.'

"I heard what you told Clark." He said looking into her eyes. "Why were you upset about that? I thought htat was what you wanted.?

"I don't know what I want anymore." CHloe stated slumping ont her couch. She crossed her arms in front of her chest childishly..

Lex took a seat beside her and turned to face her. In a very low voice he asked, "What can I do to help you decide?"

She turned towards him, one knee bent in front o her. "For starters," she said, "you could wear a bell."