Just Shut Up Already! Chapter 7: Clark The Bravest Turtle Of Them All, a smallville fanfic

Just Shut Up Already!

Disclaimer: Blah. Blah. Blah. Nobody reads these anyway.

Summary: So, on top of everything, Chloe has to deal with a death threat. She's not even angry or upset or anything. Just envious that some guy has the time to write death threats. If only she was that lucky.

A/N: Be kind. Rewind. (Review doesn't rhyme, but reviewing fanfiction is, like, a thousand times cooler then rewinding a fanfiction.)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I can't stop laughing. I suppose it looks odd, walking down the hall, tears of nonstop laughter falling down the sides of my face. This is too funny! Why isn't anybody else laughing?

Well, they probably haven't seen the note. If they had, they'd be standing right beside me, laughing their asses off.

What's that you say? You don't see the humor in this? You don't understand why a death threat on my life is a laugh riot? Well if you're that curious, I'll tell you.

It's not like this is the first threat on my life. And if this guy is serious, it also won't be the first attempt on my life. But this is certainly the first time the would-be killer actually wants me to have a good week. My best friends don't even want me to have a good week.

Who woulda thunk it? A considerate killer.

I stop laughing.

Maybethis isn't that funny. I guess you had to be there.

So what to do? Investigate who would want me dead? No, I already have way much to do. Ignore it? Well, I don't exactly want to die, so cross that off too. Bring the note to the cops? So far, this is my leading choice. Let somebody else do the work for once. I'll just march all the way over to the police station and… crap! I can't.

Damn it! I have an English assignment due.

Sigh. I'll just have somebody turn it in for me and… crap! I can't.

Damn it! Miss LeMonte says that if I miss another day of class, she'll flunk me.

Sigh. I'll just go after school. That will be easier and… crap! I can't.

Damn it! I have to finish up the front page of The Torch before 4:30.

Sigh. I don't know what I'm going to do… wait. Perfect! I'm a genius. I spot Clark and rush over to him.

"Clark, I need you to help me with something," I say. He's staring into space, but as soon as I finish my sentence, he jolts out of his trance. I turn my head to see what he as been staring at.

"Lana, I know I just rushed out on you a few days ago. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am," Jason says. Jason. Oh no. If he tells her why he left, she's going to know that I didn't actually find anything out and that I lied to her to get her out of my hair. " I want to tell you why I left."

Here it comes.

"Go ahead, Jason. I'm ready to listen."

Lana? Listen? No way!

"Before I left, I spoke with my mom. And… um… I just needed to find out some stuff about my family."

Now she's going to tell me about what a bad friend I am… and… wait. Did he just say exactly what I told her?

"So I heard," she says. It's official, I am the best guesser ever! "I'm so glad you told me. I told you how important honesty is to me. I once had a boyfriend who never told me the full truth about anything," she glances at Clark. I can't exactly explain his response, but lets just say that if he was a turtle, he would have just hid in his shell. I think of my possible death to stop from laughing again. "so that's why it's so special that you'd come back from your journey to find the truth just to tell me in person."

Yes, Jason. Are you too good for the phone?

"I'm glad you understand Lana." He gives her a very intimate kiss and walks away.

He comes toward our direction and gives Clark a nod of recognition. Clark nods back, but then immediately turns to his locker and sinks into it. Before passing us completely, Jason gives me a wink. I turn to Clark and try to finish what I had to say before I'm late for English.

Wait. What?

Did Jason just wink at me?

What does that mean? Did he just say all of that stuff about where he was because he knew I said it? Was the wink his way of telling me that I had one less thing to do this week? Does he know about who sent the note?

Or does he just think I look foxy in this skirt?

I wish I had time to think more about it, but Jason choose a very hectic period of time to wink at me and induce this horrible confusion in my mind. Sorry, Jason, buddy. There's just no time to be confused. Not this week, anyway.

Clark brings his head out of his locker and slams it shut. His cheeks are blushed. Oh he's just too cute when he's embarrassed!

"Chloe, I'm so sorry about the article. I'll stay up all night if that's what it takes and write it."

I smile. I'm still upset, but I can tell that he feels genuine guilt and there is no reason to make him feel miserable. "Thanks Clark. I appreciate it. But right now, I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything."

Love me! "I need you to take this note," I shove the envelope into his chest. I get a nice feel before pulling my hand back. " and bring it to the police and tell them that somebody is trying to kill me. And then finish that article as soon as you can because I have a deadline to meet!"

I head towards my English class. Clark jumps in front of me. Man this kid is fast.

"Somebody is trying to kill you?"

"Yeah, and boy did he choose a bad time. I've got work up the wazoo."

"Chloe, this is serious."

"I know, Clark, but I was never one for a moment without a quip or two."

He doesn't smile. He keeps his serious face on. "I can't lose you again, Chloe."

"Because then who will help you out with investigative reports and edit your articles."

"I'm serious."

"So am I. Your spelling is horrible."

He tries to hide his smile. Yes! I am the quip queen and a master guesser! How can one person be as cool as me? Who would want to kill a talented person like myself?

"I'll bring this to the police station right now, but after school, we need to do some investigating of our own," he says. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I agree but there is no way that I'm getting any further in this case. Let the police handle it. It's their job to save my life, not mine.

That didn't come out right. Anyway…

The late bell rings. Damn! I rush to class and hope that Miss LeMonte goes temporarily blind. She doesn't.

"Miss Sullivan! Late again. What is your excuse this time?"

"Somebody wants me dead."

She sighs. "Is it Bigfoot? Or maybe aliens?"

"Bigfoot? Maybe. But I don't believe in aliens."

"Just sit down, Miss Sullivan. My patience is wearing down."

"I'm sorry, Miss LeMonte. I was just kidding," I say. "I really do believe in aliens."