Not much to say, other that sorry it took so long, so on ward!!
Disclaimer: :: grumbles about lawyers and how expensive they are:: If they weren't so expensive I would hire one and buy those damn papers!
Chapter 6: Catastrophe
Clark's breath caught in his chest as Lana came down the stairs the next morning for school. Even in a simple baby blue camisole and jeans with her curled, dark raven tresses cascading over her shoulders, she looked stunning enough for Clark to choke on his milk. Lana didn't notice thankfully, and he set his glass in the sink among the other dishes waiting to be washed.
"Morning sleepy head. I was starting to get worried that the monster under the bed had gobbled you up.." He purred into her ear as he pulled her to him. She shook her head and giggled,
"You are so strange Clark." Clark chuckled and kissed her softly. This is how Martha and Jonathon found them. Jonathon cleared his throat making them both jump and look embarrassedly at him and Martha. Clark stepped away from Lana to hand her a newly made muffin. Martha gave him a knowing smile as she shooed Jonathon out of the house to start his daily routine.
Lana ate the muffin quickly and bounded up the stairs again to brush her teeth and finish getting ready for school. Clark had already done so and ran to the loft and got their book bags, then returned to the kitchen. Lana came back down a few moments later and took her bag from him, slinging it over her shoulder. She laced her fingers with his and led him to his truck.
When they arrived at school Clark helped her out and she walked hand in hand down the halls to their lockers. Once there, they picked out their books. Pete walked up to them and smiled. "Hey bro, what's up?" Clark smiled up at him,
"Hey Pete." Pete turned as a hot girl walked by and left after winking at Clark, and leaving the two alone once again. Clark took the opportunity to pull Lana into a quick but heated kiss. A few people turned to see, curious who the lucky guy with Lana was. Clark pulled away smiling and they walked off for class.
This is how it was for a good three days until after school on Friday.
Lana was standing, looking out of the loft window at the setting sun. She turned as she heard a familiar voice.
"Lana, I need you back." Lana frowned and crossed her arms.
"Whitney, I told you not to come near me!" He stepped towards her with pain in his eyes.
"Lana! Please! Kent doesn't deserve you! I do!" Lana shook her head, her anger rising.
"No Whitney. Clark is the ONLY one that deserves me!" Whitney slammed his fists on the table.
"No Lana! You are MY girlfriend! Kent doesn't love you!" Tears welled in Lana's eyes; Whitney was so close she could feel his breath on her face.
"No! That isn't true.." She whispered shuddering. "He loves me, and I love him!"
Whitney caressed her cheek sadly.
"It's all a lie Lana. He will leave you as soon as he gets bored." Lana pulled away from him.
"No-" but she was cut off by a ruff kiss from Whitney.
Clark walked up the stairs and looked up to see Whitney and Lana kissing. Clark clenched his fists in anger.
"What the hell Lana!?" He yelled as Lana fought away from Whitney and went over to Clark, grabbing hold of his arm.
"Clark. I can explain." Clark pulled his arm out of her grasp.
"I think I have it figured out Lana. Whitney and you decided it would be just too much fun to mock me behind my back by making out in my loft!" Tears spilled from her normally beautiful eyes.
"Clark, you don't believe that do you? I would never-"
"No! Don't say anything else! Get out!" He turned away slamming his fist into the wall. Whitney left without hesitation, but Lana stayed put. Tears spilled from Clark's ocean like eyes, he couldn't bare the thought of Lana cheating on him; and with Whitney no less.
"Lana. Please leave." He said gently but with out sincerity. Lana let the tears trail down her cheeks as she turned solemnly and went down the stairs. Clark heard her call Chloe and ask her is she could pick her up through horrible sobs. He wanted so desperately to go and wrap his arms around her, comfort her, but she had hurt him, he reminded himself.
After a little while Clark heard Chloe drive up in her red convertible bug and he looked out the loft window. Lana hugged Chloe, then Martha and gave Jonathon a smile as he put her bag in the car. Then Chloe and Lana drove away. Clark shut his eyes and went to his couch and slowly slipped into slumber.
The next day Clark couldn't bring himself to go to school, he was so depressed. Lana went though, her happy mask back in place. She hadn't disclosed any details, but Chloe and Pete figured Clark and her had gotten in a fight. Every time he was mentioned, Lana would walk away with tears brimming in her eyes. This went on for a week until Clark finally returned to school. He wouldn't go in the same room with Lana unless necessary for class and didn't so much as look at her. Lana tried desperately to talk to him but he brushed her off every time. Little did she know how hard he was trying to forgive her and resist his urges to break down in tears.
But it all became to much for him and he caved in the only way he could think of – He found the old class ring hidden in the Torch office. He closed his eyes, prying open the velvet box and slipped the ring onto his shaking finger. He opened his eyes as they flashed red along with is veins before returning to there normal state.
A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his features as he walked out of the room. Clark zoomed home and pulled out his infamous motorcycle. He climbed onto the old bike and sped off.
Lana and Chloe both jumped as the phone rang. Lana stood up and answered it.
"Lana, is Clark there?" she heard Martha say over the static. Lana frowned,
"No.. I haven't seen Clark since today at school. Why? Is something wrong?"
She asked taking a deep breath.
"I am afraid he has some Red Kryptonite, we saw him leaving on his bike again."
"Oh no. I will be over as soon as I can." She hung up and grabbed her coat, pulling it on.
"Lana, what's going on?" asked a concerned Chloe.
"Clark is missing. I'm going to go look for him. Do you mind staying here in case he calls or comes back here?" Chloe shook her head so Lana ran out the door.
About half an hour later Chloe heard a knock at the door and went to answer it. There stood Clark in all of his bad boy glory. He pushed his way into the apartment and shut the door behind himself, walking into the living area. Chloe followed after him confused,
"Clark, Lana isn't here." He smirked and stepped towards her.
"I'm not looking for Lana, Chloe." He leaned in and kissed her. Chloe returned the kiss, pushing her tongue deep inside the crevices of his open mouth, finally resorting to sucking on his tongue.
Pete walked quickly down the hall to Chloe's apartment as he had seen Clark come into the building. He went into the room and saw them at it. He exploded with anger.
"Clark! What the hell are you doing!?" Chloe looked up to see Pete glaring at Clark, who smirked.
"Oh yea dude, I just remembered Chloe is YOUR girl! So sorry bro." He punched him brotherly in the arm and turned, speeding off."
Clark woke up in a hotel room in Metropolis. He yawned lazily and slowly picked himself up. Clark rolled off the bed and glanced outside at the shimmering lights of the city. He noticed it was late and decided to go clubbing. Clark pulled out his shades and pulled on his leather jacket. He went out of the hotel and found his Harley ::it is a Harley isn't it?:: parked outside and jumped on it, driving off into the city.
He parked outside the hottest club he could find and strode confidently inside. He went over to a group of slutty girls. Clark picked the hottest of the group, although even in his deranged state he still didn't think she was nearly any competition for his brunette babe back in Smallville, and bought her a drink. He had his arm wrapped around her as a muscular guy with a tattoo across his face and a bunch of peircings walked up, glaring at Clark.
"What do you think you are doing with my girl?" Clark looked up at him with a cocky grin,
"I thought she was fair game, standing all alone over here." The guy shoved him away from the blonde.
"Well, I'm here now so I can kick you ass!" his buddies made themselves seen, or rather felt, as they stepped up from behind their leader. Clark felt the sickening feeling of Kryptonite in the pit of his stomach as they grabbed his arms, dragging him out into the dark alley.
They pinned him against the crumbling wall as their boos threw a punch at Clark's gut and he doubled over in pain. The burly guy punched him in the jaw and a sickening crack filled the darkness of the alley. One of his buddies smashed his Kryptonite jeweled fist into Clark's chest. After they had successfully beaten him into unconsciousness they took off his ring and took his wallet, shoving him to the ground.
The man who had been standing in the background went up to the fallen Clark who was now lying in a pool of blood. He yanked a glowing Kryptonite ring from his finger and stuffed it into his jean pocket.
"That way he will know never to mess with us again." The others nodded, laughing at this guy's misfortune as they all walked away.