Operation: DeFloweration

September 12th

Hi. My name is Chloe Sullivan. I'm a senior at Smallville High School. I'm an investigative journalist and the editor of the school newspaper called The Torch. When I'm not out investigating, you can always find me in my office, like the present. Even though the school day is over, as a precaution, I've decided to lock the door because if anyone ever found out what I was about to write, I'd never hear the end of it. I've decided to write my memoirs. But not just any memoir because really, I've never been the kind of girl who writes about 'What I should wear to school the next day?' or 'I thought so and so looked at me.' That's a bunch of horse manure.

But before I begin, I've decided to call this journal 'Antha". Why? I honestly have no idea nor am I going to harp on the subject. So Antha it is.

Moving on, Antha, I've made a huge and I mean HUGE decision today. Care to guess what it is? Well you probably have a clue by the title of my journal. Yes! I've decided that I no longer wish to be 'PATDS'. What is PATDS you ask? That's simple. It's code for "Pure As The Driven Snow". Yes! That's right. I don't wish to be PATDS. I mean, really, only one person in Smallville has a claim to this title and since I detest the color PINK, that person is so not me.

But I'm digressing from the main point. I've decided I want to experience the joy of sexual delights. I want to be de-flowered. In other words, I want to get laid. Geez, can I put anymore callously? What I mean is...I want to make love to a man. But not just any man. It has to be the right man or let's face it...I may be scarred for the rest of my life. Ugh! I'm calling this goal: Operation DeFloweration.

So with this decision in mind, I began looking at all the young men of Smallville High in a new light. And what I saw horrified me. They were all bunch of dimwits. No style to them whatsoever. There were some that came close but then I quickly came to my senses. I haven't reached that level of desperation just yet and I can't imagine giving myself to any of these morons. For Christ sake, the only pleasure I'll probably get, is in getting the hell away once the deed was done.

No! Definitely not! I decided to take another look at the boy who claimed my heart when I was eight. Covertly, I spied Clark Kent by his locker removing some books. He was still as cute as ever. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Nice cup-able ass. He was a possibility. Of course there was one obstacle to my plan. And as if on cue, Lana Lang entered the picture. She was so pretty. So pure. So nice. So...whatever! Gah! I just want to hurl.

Antha, Lana Lang, as you may know, is the epitome of female virtue. A paragon of a young woman. She is what all the Mamas of Smallville want their daughters to turn into and all the Papas want their sons to marry. She is a good, wholesome and beautiful girl.

GOD! I wish I could gouge my eyes out with a rusted fork. As you can probably tell, I dislike her. Loathe her is actually more like it. All the boys worship her and all the girls strive to be her. I've always been against following the latest fashion trend and Lana Lang is most definitely a HUGE trend.

She hasn't done anything to me really. Okay...she did steal the heart of the one boy I've been in love with since I was a little girl. But if I'm going to keep writing in this journal, I must be brutally honest. Dammit, I've never really had Clark and he has always been obsessed with the ethereal paragon!

So as I reluctantly studied them together, I witnessed Clark kissing his lady love. At that moment, something weird happened. As I looked upon the blissfully happy couple, I realized that I felt nothing. In fact, the more deeply Clark kissed Lana, the more revulsion I felt. His kisses were wet and very sloppy. Eww! Where was the finesse? Where was the panache? Good God! I can't believe I've been pining away for this boy. What in the hell was wrong with me? I put the blame solely on my incredible stupidity. STUPIDITY!

Okay, Clark Kent, will most definitely not do. So who is left? All the boys at school were lackwits and all the men of Smallville were older and married and not very appealing. The only university around was in Metropolis and that is an hour away. Mmm...perhaps I need to plan a road trip and visit the campus.

Yes! That's it! I need to go on a major road trip. But... before I do anything, I need to first write down what it is that I'm looking for. Okay...Let's see:

Good looking

Casual Grace

Smart (a must!)

Independent

And must, MUST be very knowledgeable about women and how to pleasure them.

On this last point I definitely insist. Okay...this is not a bad start. Now I have a plan of action and I can proceed with my road trip. I think I'll start tomorrow. I can always tell the Principal McPherson that I have an important meeting regarding Torch related issues. I'll think of something. Anyway, I should leave around 7am...Dammit! Who the hell can be knocking on at my door? Antha, give me a sec...

Whoa! Geez, I feel like I've been blindsided by bulldozer. I can't believe I didn't think of this before. Antha, I don't have to plan a road trip. I've found the perfect man to deflower me.

Lex Luthor.

He fits the bill perfectly! He's devilishly attractive. Okay...he's downright gorgeous. He's got casual grace up the whazoo. He's incredibly smart. (Though still no match for me) but most importantly...he's a notorious rakehell. A playboy. He always has women hanging around him (of course that could also be because he's rich).

I have to say when I opened the door I was a bit flabbergasted and I didn't handle the meeting very well...

"Ms. Sullivan." Lex smirked as I threw open the door intending to ream out the person who dared interrupt my planning phase. I looked at him in total surprise. Then the proverbial light went off inside my head, as I looked at him in a new light. Of course!

"Ms. Sullivan?" Lex asked again when he noticed I had not said a word. I just stood there like a large, unappealing rock.

"Is Clark around?" he asked slightly shifting from one foot to another. I believe I may have shaken my head because suddenly he was thanking me for my time and began to walk away.

"Wait! Wait!" I found my voice suddenly crying out into the empty hallway. I felt my face becoming dangerously overheated. Right then, I knew I must be as red as a turnip. Great! Just great!

"Yes?" He gracefully turned around and pinned me with his heavenly blue-gray eyes. How I didn't notice them before is a mystery to me?

"I – ah – I – I"

'Woman, get a hold of yourself!' I silently yelled at myself. I found myself clearing my throat before I began once again, "I think I may know where he might be. If you'll just give me a minute." I said motioning him inside the office.

His eyes narrowed and he looked at me warily for a few seconds still not moving.

I viciously suppressed the urge to grin. The great Lex Luthor seemed almost afraid of me. Was I that scary?

"I promise I won't bite." At least not yet.

Lex's eyes lost the wariness and now looked upon me in puzzlement. He nodded as he slowly walked back towards the office. As he entered the office, I took it upon myself to give into the real motive of my invitation. My eyes strayed towards his round buttocks. Yes! I said the word buttocks. And DAMN! His black blazer covered up the area in question. I couldn't get a decent view. NOT FAIR! I must have been concentrating a bit hard on this dilemma because suddenly he was turned around and speaking.

"Ms. Sullivan... Ms. Sullivan, are...you looking at my ass?" Lex asked curiously.

Mortification! That is what I felt. My face must have resembled a ripe tomato. Could I not be a little more obvious?

Unfortunately, and I still could kick myself...my humiliation led me to fall back upon what I know best...snark.

"Geez, Luthor, think very highly of yourself now, don't you?" I snorted in disgust. Though the disgust was actually pointed at me for being so DAMN stupid.

"I apologize. My mistake. I must have been idiotic to think that the clever Chloe Sullivan would be foolish enough to let herself get caught looking at a man's bottom. " Lex smiled widely.

I gasped. Oooh! Of all the rotten nerve! The smug bastard! I suddenly found myself wanting to smack the grin away.

"Luthor, if I wanted to gape at a man's ass, don't you think I would have chosen a man who had an ass to gape at?"

That comment stop him short. Antha, I'd bet $100, that Lex was itching to look over his shoulder and see if I was right. His smile disappeared and a strange gleam entered his eyes.

"Ms. Sullivan, my time is valuable. Do you know where Clark is or not?"

"Of course." Actually, I was only taking a guess but ten will get you twenty that I'm right.

I walked over to my desk with as much dignity as I could muster. "I believe he's at the Talon. I heard him mention that Lana needed help with some nonsense and he was heading over there after classes."

"And you couldn't tell me this outside because..." The smirk was back in evidence.

"I saw no need for anyone else to know Clark's business." I growled. I couldn't help it. My blood was rising and it wasn't in a good way. That fact that he was absolutely right did not matter one bit.

"I see. The masses outside were very overwhelming." Lex commented dryly. Why in the hell do I want this man to be my first?

"And what I see, is that even though I told you of Clark's whereabouts, you are still here. Hmm...I wonder why?" I shot back.

I witnessed something I'd never thought I witness before. A very speechless Lex Luthor stood before me with his mouth dropped open. But that only lasted for a few seconds. He seemed to collect himself just a quickly and an angry glint darkened his eyes.

"Quite right, Ms. Sullivan. I'm sorry if I've been a bother. Good day." With those words, Lex turned and left the office. As soon as he left, I felt a bit deflated and the office a bit stuffy. This is not good. Never have I felt this way about my office. My sanctuary. My haven.

And I suddenly remembered my plan. UGH! How in the hell is Operation: DeFloweration supposed to proceed if I'm antagonizing the one man who I want to be the DeFlowerer?

Wait a sec...Did he call me clever?

Bah! I'm such an IDIOT! I mean, here was my solution standing before my very eyes and I have drive him away. How can I be so smart on most things and so stupid on others?

Do I really want Lex to be the one? Of course I do. Just sparring with him verbally was amazing. Okay...I have to think of another plan of action. I have to find someway to be alone with Lex again. Must think. Ahh...Brain is all mush right now.

But, I will say this, Operation: DeFloweration has just commenced.

Talk to you soon.

Chloe

TBC...