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WHAT WAS I THINKING
POV- Chloe
I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe that once she was out of the picture, I'd be the one he'd turn to. Figures that my disgust towards the girls who'd pounce on the first fresh meat, right after it being chew on by another, would eventually be towards myself.
He had saved me from some wacko meteor freak, although I have no idea how. From what I saw Clark do, he had deflected the guy's sword-arm with some simple deflecting of his forearms. Hell, I had been beaten up by the guy, but I wasn't hallucinating. I swore I was when I watched 'Medieval-man' fly across the room due to one punch in the gut, but I wasn't.
I have my guesses now on why he's so secretive. Clark Kent had been infected. He feels responsible for all of his "kin's" actions. That's why he disappears and reappears at crime scenes. He's helping us out because his guilt consumes him, and nobody knows it.
But that explains why Lana had that so-called dream about him protecting her from the tornado's fast current, him holder onto her as the things swept up and hit him instead.
My cousin, Lois Lane, and he seem a bit chummier than I expected from the way she talked about him, the farm-boy with two identities. I knew both of them also- the leader and the follower. Their friendship was much more than the confusing friend to friend acknowledgement of each other, like Lois had described them as. It was different. Way different. I figured that out during the dunking contest, when he was acting his goofy macho self that had come into view during the first week at school. They were playfully flirting with each other, even though they probably didn't know it. My own cousin had stolen him from me, and he had fallen for whatever bate she used. Why did I ever think I'd ever have a chance with him?
I just don't know what I was thinking.
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