CHANCES ARE ZERO
There are many things about Lex Luthor that the world does not know. He's very superstitious. Odd since he earned his degree in biochem at the top of his class. One would think that a scientist would have no place in his life for old sayings and all that. He doesn't announce it to the world of course.
I only found out when I sat on strawberry juice during the LuthorCorp picnic and had to run to the house to change. (I don't care how much Lex smirks that it was not juice. I will forever deny that he's the first person to know when I got my period!) Well anyway I found him in the restroom with his pants down and he was wearing his boxers wrong side out. Don't ask me what for. I don't understand what saying it was that he sputtered at me back then. Something about warding off evil in forested areas by wearing things like that. It was such a good blackmail piece too. But I couldn't use it because he knew, or suspected, something about what I was doing there looking all flushed. He kept making snide comments on how "You're twelve now, aren't you, Chloe?" and "Why the sudden mood swing?" I would have shown him mood swing if I hadn't been so embarrassed.
I get a kick out of knowing that there are things between us that would forever remain just between us. There are no secrets, and I don't want there to be any. That's why when I found out from Clark what happened, I knew I had to go to him.
Club Zero was a nightmare. I spent weeks convincing him over the phone that he had no way of knowing what the consequences of his actions would be. I guess deep inside I blamed him for what he had been becoming so far from my influence. I mean, he had always had a screw loose up there. Lex was never perfect. But he never actually caused someone to get murdered before as far as I knew. I'm pretty conceited too. I think, I really do, that I played a huge part in keeping him down here. On earth I mean. He was so sick with guilt he could have shot his bald brains out if I hadn't been the most unbelievably perfect friend.
Right now, having just been haunted by the memory again, I know Lex needed me. The week after I got out of the hospital, he had been acting weird around me. He's probably gotten all sentimental and crap about the thought of losing me. I have to reassure him that I'm still here and I wouldn't go away. Ever.
When I asked my dad if I could go see Lex, he warned me that Lex had been in a very dark temper for a while. But he let me go since he's as aware as I am that I can handle Lex. Lex loves me. He seriously does. That's more than I can say for Clark the ultimate hero.
I grabbed the flowers I brought with me and made my way to his library. He always stayed there when he needed to think. So I walked in thinking it was fine. He was standing by the window looking out. He turned around and scowled at me. I can handle a scowl. He's been scowling at so many people all his life that it's probably a default expression.
"I brought you flowers to make you feel better. The ones you gave me made me feel like-" I don't usually stop short unless the person I'm talking to has vanished without a word, which only happens with farmboy. Lex might have gone and puffed out. This guy standing in front of me is really not the guy I'm used to.
He has been in such a traumatic experience. I made my way to him, careful to avoid looking at the window. I embraced him and sniff. He hasn't had a bath since his rescue. That was obvious. I embraced him tighter. There was really no point mentioning to a vulnerable man that he stank.
Okay what the heck was that? I found myself getting pushed away. An angry pair of eyes I can bear to yell at. But he looked at me so emotionlessly. Lex never hides his feelings from me. He knows that doesn't work.
"What's wrong? I know about it, Lex. You don't have to keep anything from me."
He snarled at me and it was so ugly. I didn't like seeing it. "Do you know what happens to the people I love? Amanda killed herself, Chloe."
"Well that was Amanda's problem," I snapped. I mean, seriously, do I look suicidal?
He shook his head. "I give them hell on earth. I'm beginning to think my father was right in how he deals with people. Let's just stop this. I won't care for you anymore. Maybe you can escape this curse. When Luthors care about women, those women die."
I rolled my eyes at that. That was so melodramatic and it didn't suit Lex at all. "Who cares if you stop loving me?" I answered back. "I already love you. So we're stuck."
"Forget it, Chloe."
"Hey, shut up!"
"You have other friends, for heaven's sake. Hang out with Clark and Pete. Make friends with Lana Lang."
"Don't make me throw up."
"You don't need me. Nobody knows about us yet. No one's going to ask if we stop being friends."
"Agh! What if I say that I love you?"
"We've established that when you were a toddler, Chloe."
"No we haven't," I denied. "I loved you. Now I [I]love[/I] you."
He stared at me dully for a long time. I can see his throat working with his swallow. So what if I just spilled my guts in front of him. I can see the vultures circling now, prepared to dive in and eat my insides. "Shit," he murmured.
"Not the reaction I was expecting," I said diplomatically, even though my heart was pounding and I didn't have reactions in my mind.
If he had hair, he would have pulled them all out now, leaving him bald. Since he's bald already, there was no need. And he could skip directly to dialogue. "Shit," he said again. I shifted my weight from one ball of foot to the other. "I can't do that to you," he replied at last. Who was doing what to whom? Did I say anything about stuff he's doing to me? That was the problem, right? I've gone and wanted him to do things to me and he won't. "It's not gonna happen, Chloe."
I blinked rapidly. My vision started to blur and I didn't have an idea why. So I kept blinking. Thankfully, my sight cleared and I found out the reason for the earlier blurring when wet droplets rolled down my cheeks. I could think of only one way to lash out. "You are so stupid, Lex Luthor!" And I turned on my heels and ran as far and as fast away from him as I could.
There are many things about Lex Luthor that the world does not know. He's very superstitious. Odd since he earned his degree in biochem at the top of his class. One would think that a scientist would have no place in his life for old sayings and all that. He doesn't announce it to the world of course.
I only found out when I sat on strawberry juice during the LuthorCorp picnic and had to run to the house to change. (I don't care how much Lex smirks that it was not juice. I will forever deny that he's the first person to know when I got my period!) Well anyway I found him in the restroom with his pants down and he was wearing his boxers wrong side out. Don't ask me what for. I don't understand what saying it was that he sputtered at me back then. Something about warding off evil in forested areas by wearing things like that. It was such a good blackmail piece too. But I couldn't use it because he knew, or suspected, something about what I was doing there looking all flushed. He kept making snide comments on how "You're twelve now, aren't you, Chloe?" and "Why the sudden mood swing?" I would have shown him mood swing if I hadn't been so embarrassed.
I get a kick out of knowing that there are things between us that would forever remain just between us. There are no secrets, and I don't want there to be any. That's why when I found out from Clark what happened, I knew I had to go to him.
Club Zero was a nightmare. I spent weeks convincing him over the phone that he had no way of knowing what the consequences of his actions would be. I guess deep inside I blamed him for what he had been becoming so far from my influence. I mean, he had always had a screw loose up there. Lex was never perfect. But he never actually caused someone to get murdered before as far as I knew. I'm pretty conceited too. I think, I really do, that I played a huge part in keeping him down here. On earth I mean. He was so sick with guilt he could have shot his bald brains out if I hadn't been the most unbelievably perfect friend.
Right now, having just been haunted by the memory again, I know Lex needed me. The week after I got out of the hospital, he had been acting weird around me. He's probably gotten all sentimental and crap about the thought of losing me. I have to reassure him that I'm still here and I wouldn't go away. Ever.
When I asked my dad if I could go see Lex, he warned me that Lex had been in a very dark temper for a while. But he let me go since he's as aware as I am that I can handle Lex. Lex loves me. He seriously does. That's more than I can say for Clark the ultimate hero.
I grabbed the flowers I brought with me and made my way to his library. He always stayed there when he needed to think. So I walked in thinking it was fine. He was standing by the window looking out. He turned around and scowled at me. I can handle a scowl. He's been scowling at so many people all his life that it's probably a default expression.
"I brought you flowers to make you feel better. The ones you gave me made me feel like-" I don't usually stop short unless the person I'm talking to has vanished without a word, which only happens with farmboy. Lex might have gone and puffed out. This guy standing in front of me is really not the guy I'm used to.
He has been in such a traumatic experience. I made my way to him, careful to avoid looking at the window. I embraced him and sniff. He hasn't had a bath since his rescue. That was obvious. I embraced him tighter. There was really no point mentioning to a vulnerable man that he stank.
Okay what the heck was that? I found myself getting pushed away. An angry pair of eyes I can bear to yell at. But he looked at me so emotionlessly. Lex never hides his feelings from me. He knows that doesn't work.
"What's wrong? I know about it, Lex. You don't have to keep anything from me."
He snarled at me and it was so ugly. I didn't like seeing it. "Do you know what happens to the people I love? Amanda killed herself, Chloe."
"Well that was Amanda's problem," I snapped. I mean, seriously, do I look suicidal?
He shook his head. "I give them hell on earth. I'm beginning to think my father was right in how he deals with people. Let's just stop this. I won't care for you anymore. Maybe you can escape this curse. When Luthors care about women, those women die."
I rolled my eyes at that. That was so melodramatic and it didn't suit Lex at all. "Who cares if you stop loving me?" I answered back. "I already love you. So we're stuck."
"Forget it, Chloe."
"Hey, shut up!"
"You have other friends, for heaven's sake. Hang out with Clark and Pete. Make friends with Lana Lang."
"Don't make me throw up."
"You don't need me. Nobody knows about us yet. No one's going to ask if we stop being friends."
"Agh! What if I say that I love you?"
"We've established that when you were a toddler, Chloe."
"No we haven't," I denied. "I loved you. Now I [I]love[/I] you."
He stared at me dully for a long time. I can see his throat working with his swallow. So what if I just spilled my guts in front of him. I can see the vultures circling now, prepared to dive in and eat my insides. "Shit," he murmured.
"Not the reaction I was expecting," I said diplomatically, even though my heart was pounding and I didn't have reactions in my mind.
If he had hair, he would have pulled them all out now, leaving him bald. Since he's bald already, there was no need. And he could skip directly to dialogue. "Shit," he said again. I shifted my weight from one ball of foot to the other. "I can't do that to you," he replied at last. Who was doing what to whom? Did I say anything about stuff he's doing to me? That was the problem, right? I've gone and wanted him to do things to me and he won't. "It's not gonna happen, Chloe."
I blinked rapidly. My vision started to blur and I didn't have an idea why. So I kept blinking. Thankfully, my sight cleared and I found out the reason for the earlier blurring when wet droplets rolled down my cheeks. I could think of only one way to lash out. "You are so stupid, Lex Luthor!" And I turned on my heels and ran as far and as fast away from him as I could.