Chapter 6: Broken
I didn't know if Clark would still be at my apartment. He said he would wait for me while I was at dinner, but still I wasn't sure. I was still furious with Max. Not only did he hit on me, but he threatened me! And I do not deal well with threats. I pulled into my driveway and walked into my apartment.
"You're back early." Clark said, he was still here, and for some reason, that made me feel so much more at ease.
"Yea, umm it is a long story." I said. Then he smiled, which was almost strange. Normally he would have pressed me for a story and would have taken off in a flash with his temper risen and would have threatened or 'talked' to Max. But this time, all he did was advance towards me and gently kiss me.
"Do you feel like forgetting it." He whispered into my hair. I felt my knees go weak and my head must have nodded even though I don't remember instructing it to do so. Clark leaned down and pressed his lips to my neck. In that moment, any tension I had felt fled away. I put my hands around his neck and felt something metal. I traced it around, assumed it was a necklace and dismissed it. Though, I never recall Clark wearing necklaces before. We continued this for a while, slowly moving out way to my room. Then reality hit me.
"Clark, we can't do this." I whispered, not believing that the words actually escaped from my mouth.
"Why not?" He said, hardly taking his lips away from mine.
"Because you're engaged." I said, resentfully. This time he broke away from me completely. He took a few steps back and grabbed my hands.
"But even though that is true, you've always meant more to me then anyone else." He said softly, looking straight into my eyes.
"But that doesn't mean this is right." I said, looking at the floor. Clark gently tipped my chin up, causing me to look at him.
"Sometimes doing the right thing isn't always the best thing Juliet." He said it, my name, my weakness and my strength. I couldn't speak, Clark took this opportunity to kiss me again. I was resistant, he could tell.
"Listen to your heart, not your mind." He whispered. And I caved. Which made our once slow sensual make out session into a flurry of want and desire. Something still wasn't right though, and it wasn't about Lois. It was Clark. His tough, his kisses, they were all still the same and still incredible, but his actions and personality, they were strange. And his necklace was strange as well. The red stones in the silver were glowing. I had never seen anything like it. And his eyes, still the gorgeous green-blue they had always been, but in them was a hunger and lust I had never seen in him before. I tried to shrug it off, and convince myself it was nothing but I couldn't. So I 'accidentally' unhooked the necklace as I wrapped my ands around his neck. Then I tore away from him, and three very weird things happened all at once. First, Clark's eyes flashed red, literally, then, the necklace, which had fallen to the ground, stopped glowing, and last, Clark's face turned from fiery and passionate to regretful and sorry.
"Clark?" I said. "What was that?"
He just stood there, breathing deeply and shaking.
"What is it?" I asked concerned.
"Jules, I'm so sorry." Clark said, looking at me with so much regret in his eyes.
"Clark it is all right, what's wrong?" I was really getting worried. Then he looked at me again, as if trying to tell me something. At that moment it dawned on me. I bent down, picked up the necklace and looked at the stones, remembering when Clark told me about the affects of green, black, and red kryptonite.
"Oh my God." I said, not taking my eyes off the stones.
"Juliet I…" He started.
"You drugged yourself." I whispered, still not looking at him.
"Jules.." But I cut him off again.
"You drugged yourself to be with me! You drugged yourself so you wouldn't feel any consequences for your actions! What? Did you just expect to come down here, get lucky and leave me again? And you cheated on your fiancé! What, wh- what were you thinking!" I yelled. I was shaking and pacing, this day couldn't get any worse.
He didn't say anything. He just stood there, staring at the floor.
"Get out." I said, pointing to the door. He didn't argue, he just walked to the door. I opened it and he stepped out.
"Juliet I…" Clark started.
"Save it!" I spat out. "And the name is Nicolette, Juliet is dead!" I screamed before slamming the door. I ran back to my room, still shaking. I wanted to cry but I was angry. I went to my closet and got out a box. A box that was full of old pictures and memorabilia, of Clark and me. I pulled out the photo album and began tearing them in half. This is what got the tears spilling. I finally got the last picture, it was the two if us, Chloe had taken it before I left for Julliard, wanting a picture of us before what she insisted would be my 'change to stardom'. Clark and I had agreed. So we were in the loft and just before she snapped the shot, Clark had started biting my earlobe, something that always tickled. We were laughing so hard. It was one of my favorite pictures and now I hated it. I looked at it in disgust and ripped it in two. Then I dug through the box, I found the rose Clark gave me after my 'Phantom' performance. It was dried, dead, just like everything else in my life. I threw it on the ground and continued digging, then I found the necklace, the one he had given me for my eighteenth birthday. It was still simple, and still gorgeous. The night I had gotten the necklace stuck out in my mind, it was the best night of my life. And this was the worst. I cried harder now, and laid down in the pile of old memories and broken dreams, and cried myself to sleep.
"Ugh" I groaned, hearing my cell phone ring at 7:40 A.M. I fumbled around, trying to find it. When I did, I flipped it open.
"Hello." I mumbled.
"Long night Nicolette?" Max pushed. I groaned and stood up.
"What do you want Max?" I said, not to kindly
"Just wondering where you are, you were supposed to be at your tour rehearsal thirty minutes ago." He retorted.
"Oh right, umm, give me thirty minutes, I'll be there." Then I hung up the phone and got ready.
I pulled into the studio and jetted to the rehearsal room.
(No POV)
"Max, you are going to lose this one, just like the others." Jacob, the label President told him.
"No, I wont, she is to determined, to hopeful, this was her dream, there is no way she is going to throw it away." Max told him.
"Well you better hope so because if you lose this one, you're fired!." Jacob bellowed before storming out of the room. Max stood there with his head in his hands, not sure of what to do.
"Max?" He heard a voice say
(Juliet's POV)
"Max?" I said when I saw him standing in the studio, "I saw Jacob, he looked upset, is everything ok?"
"Yea everything is great." He said, advancing towards me. "Look about earlier and last night, I am sorry."
He was getting even closer, it was kind of creepy.
"Umm that is okay I guess." I said. "Can we just start rehearsal now?"
"Yeah." And so we did.