The light of a slowly rising sun shone through the window. The
sounds of distant roosters crowed in the early morning. Chloe groaned and
brought her hand up to shield her eyes from the light. She slowly opened
her eyes to a slit and stared out the window. Memories of the day before
ran through Chloe's mind. She turned over and pulled her comforter over
her whole body with a small cry. She peaked out through her comforter to
stare at the clock. It read 6:16 in the morning. Unfortunately for her it
was a school day. Friday. Oh well, all she had to do was make it through
the day and then she could come home and watch sappy movies and eat tons of
chocolate.
An hour later, Chloe stepped out of her house. She adjusted the black jacket she wore and ran a hand through her blonde hair. She locked her door and boosted her bag higher up on her shoulder. Chloe stared down the sidewalk at the approaching school bus. She cringed in a sad thought as she realized Clark would most likely be on that bus with Pete. Clark would probably end up boasting on about Lana and all of her glory. Chloe knew she couldn't handle that. So, she turned and walked around to the back of her house. She crossed the backyard and made her way down the back road behind her house that cut through to the main road. When she made it to the main road she could see the back of the bus as it made it's way away from her house. Chloe sighed sadly and started the slow trek to the school.
Whitney somberly walked out of his house and to his truck. He threw his books in and lifted himself into the truck. He started the truck up and pulled out of the driveway on his way to school. He didn't even realize that he had pulled up in front of Lana's house until it was too late. He stared at the front door of her house sadly. He was so used to picking her up everyday. She would lean next to him in the seat and wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his shoulder. They would talk about her family, the torch, his athletics, and his father. She had always been so nice and caring. She unconditionally cared for him.
Whitney smiled warmly as he thought about the sweet brunette. He had all of that before two days ago. He used to have the unconditional care and warmth. Now, Clark had all that. God, he was a lucky bastard.
Whitney was brought out of his thoughts as the front door to Lana's house opened up. Whitney quickly let the brake up and sped away from the house. He painfully looked back to see the laughing couple walk out holding onto each other.
Whitney rode down the road with anguished pain on his face. Flashes of Clark and Lana smiling and laughing ran through his head hitting him like a tidal wave. He vaguely saw the person walking along side the road. Whitney narrowed his eyes as he stared at the form in the distance. Whoever it was looked worse than he felt. Their shoulders were hanging limply and the form was walking slowly and almost staggering. Whitney slowed the truck down but kept on driving. He saw the short blonde hair and the face. Whitney cursed and slowed the truck to a stop. He placed it in reverse and slowly made his way back to where she walked.
"Chloe. Chloe!"
Chloe jumped and turned to the person who had abruptly brought her out of her thoughts. She saw the truck and cursed. 'He's picked me up twice in less than two days. I really need to get a car.' She thought as she walked over to the truck.
"Get in." Whitney unlocked the passenger door and she opened it up. She flopped down into the passenger seat and shut the door. Whitney silently started the truck up and they were off to school.
The silence in the truck was slowly starting to eat away at Chloe. She was dying to clear the silence but they had never really had a conversation. The only time Chloe had really even talked to Whitney was the day before and you really couldn't call that a conversation. Chloe folded her arms and slumped down in her seat as she continued to stare out the window.
Whitney tightened his hold on the steering wheel causing his hands to burn slightly. Every few seconds he would tilt his head to the right so he could observe the silent blonde. She had her arms folded and she was slouched down in the seat as if she were trying to become invisible. Her sad demeanor was definitely something Whitney was not used to seeing. He was used to seeing a perky, hyper, inquisitive Chloe. Instead, all he saw was a shell of the girl he had seen only a few days ago.
He was finally about to speak up but they had pulled into the parking lot of Smallville high. Whitney stared at her uncomfortably and sighed.
"So…um…."
"Thanks for the ride." Chloe interrupted. Before he had the chance to reply, she jumped out of the truck and ran up the front stairs into the school.
"Well, that sure was fun." Whitney grumbled grabbing his bag and walking into the school.
A/N~ Hey, I'm really sorry that this chapter is so short. I have had so many things going on lately! Chapters are really slow! I'm so sorry! This story will be pretty long. And I'm trying to take my time so that the story won't be one big piece of crap. Thanks for the reviews!
An hour later, Chloe stepped out of her house. She adjusted the black jacket she wore and ran a hand through her blonde hair. She locked her door and boosted her bag higher up on her shoulder. Chloe stared down the sidewalk at the approaching school bus. She cringed in a sad thought as she realized Clark would most likely be on that bus with Pete. Clark would probably end up boasting on about Lana and all of her glory. Chloe knew she couldn't handle that. So, she turned and walked around to the back of her house. She crossed the backyard and made her way down the back road behind her house that cut through to the main road. When she made it to the main road she could see the back of the bus as it made it's way away from her house. Chloe sighed sadly and started the slow trek to the school.
Whitney somberly walked out of his house and to his truck. He threw his books in and lifted himself into the truck. He started the truck up and pulled out of the driveway on his way to school. He didn't even realize that he had pulled up in front of Lana's house until it was too late. He stared at the front door of her house sadly. He was so used to picking her up everyday. She would lean next to him in the seat and wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his shoulder. They would talk about her family, the torch, his athletics, and his father. She had always been so nice and caring. She unconditionally cared for him.
Whitney smiled warmly as he thought about the sweet brunette. He had all of that before two days ago. He used to have the unconditional care and warmth. Now, Clark had all that. God, he was a lucky bastard.
Whitney was brought out of his thoughts as the front door to Lana's house opened up. Whitney quickly let the brake up and sped away from the house. He painfully looked back to see the laughing couple walk out holding onto each other.
Whitney rode down the road with anguished pain on his face. Flashes of Clark and Lana smiling and laughing ran through his head hitting him like a tidal wave. He vaguely saw the person walking along side the road. Whitney narrowed his eyes as he stared at the form in the distance. Whoever it was looked worse than he felt. Their shoulders were hanging limply and the form was walking slowly and almost staggering. Whitney slowed the truck down but kept on driving. He saw the short blonde hair and the face. Whitney cursed and slowed the truck to a stop. He placed it in reverse and slowly made his way back to where she walked.
"Chloe. Chloe!"
Chloe jumped and turned to the person who had abruptly brought her out of her thoughts. She saw the truck and cursed. 'He's picked me up twice in less than two days. I really need to get a car.' She thought as she walked over to the truck.
"Get in." Whitney unlocked the passenger door and she opened it up. She flopped down into the passenger seat and shut the door. Whitney silently started the truck up and they were off to school.
The silence in the truck was slowly starting to eat away at Chloe. She was dying to clear the silence but they had never really had a conversation. The only time Chloe had really even talked to Whitney was the day before and you really couldn't call that a conversation. Chloe folded her arms and slumped down in her seat as she continued to stare out the window.
Whitney tightened his hold on the steering wheel causing his hands to burn slightly. Every few seconds he would tilt his head to the right so he could observe the silent blonde. She had her arms folded and she was slouched down in the seat as if she were trying to become invisible. Her sad demeanor was definitely something Whitney was not used to seeing. He was used to seeing a perky, hyper, inquisitive Chloe. Instead, all he saw was a shell of the girl he had seen only a few days ago.
He was finally about to speak up but they had pulled into the parking lot of Smallville high. Whitney stared at her uncomfortably and sighed.
"So…um…."
"Thanks for the ride." Chloe interrupted. Before he had the chance to reply, she jumped out of the truck and ran up the front stairs into the school.
"Well, that sure was fun." Whitney grumbled grabbing his bag and walking into the school.
A/N~ Hey, I'm really sorry that this chapter is so short. I have had so many things going on lately! Chapters are really slow! I'm so sorry! This story will be pretty long. And I'm trying to take my time so that the story won't be one big piece of crap. Thanks for the reviews!