Earlier
Chloe sat at her desk tapping her fingers rappidly. Usually she was enthrtalled and focused in her reporting class but today she was distracted.
Bruce. She kept on wondering about him. She was contemplating on how tonight would go and just what was Bruce was up to.
As she left her class she saw Clark was waiting just out side the journalism building for her. She did not want to deal with this right now. She knew he was just going to lecture her on this ninja dude and putting herself in danger and bla bla bla bla.
"Chloe we need to talk."
"Oh, you know you could of called." Chloe as manuevered her way through the crowd on the campus.
"It's important."
She stopped walking away from the crowd.
"Well, make it quick I have a date."
"I know. With Bruce Wayne. That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
Chloe backed away offended, she folded her arms.
"Clark have you been ease dropping on me?"
"No. I bumped to Bruce."
"Oh."
"In your dorm room."
"What?"
"You heard me. He was going through your stuff."
Chloe sat down on a bench staring into space.
"Oh of course he did. I had a feeling he had an ulterior motive. I wonder what he was after?"
"I don't know. But you probaly should cancel that date." Clark said as he sat by her.
"Uh.. yeah. What was I thinking? Why would Bruce Wayne ask me on a date after just meeting me? Maybe it happens to girls like Lana or Lois but not me. How could I be so stupid?"
"Chloe you're not stupid. You know now he's just not worth it. And that's all that matters. "
"Yeah, I guess." Chloe said not sounding to reassuring as she breathed out in frustration.
Chloe felt awful. She hated talking about her failure to attract the opposite sex, espeacilly with Clark. To get out of this depressing mode she went into reporter mode. The mode she felt most comfortable in.
"So what did this boy billionaire say when you caught him?"
"He said he was just leaving you a note saying he was going to be late. He said he thought it was more romantic them calling."
Chloe gave a sarcastic laugh.
"Oh how sweet."
"So Chloe lets forget about it. Do you want to hang out tonight."
"No...I...I probally should figure out why another billionaire is interseted in my research. Any idea what he was looking at?"
"Just some file."
"What file?"
"I don't know didn't get a good look at."
"You mean you didn't x-ray it?"
"I was little preoccupied with the billionaire playboy in your room going through your stuff."
"Ok, fine I'll just have to figure it out on my own."
"Wait Chloe. Why don't you let me figure this one out for you."
"No. Clark let me figure this one out on my own, it's personal."
"That's why you should let me handle this. Your too close."
"And you're not?"
"Chloe just let me..."
"No, Clark. I'll handle this." Chloe said as she marcherd fiercly towards her dorm. Clark walked besides her.
"Ok, Chloe, at least let me help."
"If you must."
"So maybe we'll..."
"Clark I have a plan."
"Already?"
"Yes. " She said giving him a wry smile.