"Don't feel you have to spend time with me just because you're dating Lana. It really doesn't bother me – if you haven't already noticed, Clark, the world doesn't exactly revolve around you," I say walking at a fast pace on my way to the Torch office. I said this to annoy him, because in some sick, pathetic, childish way, most things I do are about Clark. I'm wondering what he is going to respond with next, but he grabs my arm bringing me to a halt.
He looks into my eyes and says, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Well, I'm fine," I reply quickly. I can almost feel the sensation of tears prickling in my nose. I take a breath, "Clark, do you know where Georgina's locker is?"
POV: LexGwen's crazy. Apparently she thinks that I'm cheating on her with Chloe.
"Lex, don't lie to me! I saw you with her in the Talon," she says, pointing a gun at my forehead, "If you're going to lie to me, I'll just put the tape back on!"
"But I'm not lying to you, it's the truth!"
"The truth is – you lied to me about a meeting and went off to see her! But it wasn't the first lie you've told me about a meeting, is it?" she shouts. She's crazy – a fucking lunatic. I need to get free, call the police. Get her locked up and far away from me. But right now, I need a plan.
"Look, I'm sorry about that. I just didn't realise we'd be so good together. I don't know what this is all about, but I'm sure we can talk about this. We could go out for dinner – maybe spend the evening in Metropolis?" As I say this, I can see her softening. Her gun hand is beginning to falter slightly. I'm getting to her.
"What about Chloe?"
"What about her? There's nothing going on between us. She's just a childish high school girl, how could I want her over you - a beautiful, intelligent woman?"
POV: ChloeOn my way to the Newton household the only thing on my mind is the various Internet printouts about Lex that I found in Georgina's locker. It had that kind of 'schoolgirl obsession' feeling about it – I'd personally just write his name in hearts. Anyway. To be honest, my intuition tells me there's more to this girl than meets the eye – there's something about 'quiet geeks' that just screams 'psycho', but what could Lex find so psychotic about a woman wanting to share her life with him?
Reaching the Newton's house, I park my car and head up to the front door. I knock twice thinking that nobody's home, and surprise hits me when the door opens and what I can only assume is Mrs Newton standing in the doorframe.
"Mrs Newton?"
"Yes? How can I help you?" she says in a motherly tone. She's a very sweet looking woman, somewhat mousy in appearance with an apron.
"Hello, I'm Chloe Sullivan, Georgina's chemistry partner. I was wondering if she was in, she borrowed some notes for class and I need them back urgently to write my essay."
"She's out at the moment, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you came in to get them." She replied before stepping aside. Glancing around her home, I wonder why all the floral designs, but I don't question it aloud, "Georgina's room is upstairs, the first one on your right, but would you care for some cookies and milk, dear? I just baked a fresh batch."
I want to say 'no' but as I'm about to answer, my stomach rumbles, "If it's no trouble," and with that comment Mrs Newton rushes to the kitchen and in a moment comes back with a full plate and glass. As I quickly munch, she begins to tell me how Georgina doesn't have friends round very often. I think about this carefully, and choose not to reply as she carries on with her one-woman conversation, "…I get so worried about her. She's adopted, you see…"
"Thank you for the cookies, Mrs Newton. You said her room was upstairs? First on my right?" I ask to clarify. She nods and I'm off.
Her room is something I don't expect. Completely normal, not a sheet or pillow out of place, I start to search through her draws. Nothing. Her school bag. Nothing. And then her wardrobe. Everything I was looking for; a shrine to Lex Luthor and more. I take out my mobile and photograph the evidence. I've got all I need, but while I'm on my way out, a leather bound book catches my eye. It's lying amidst the newspaper cut outs of Lex.
POV: LexShe's kissing me. I've finally gotten her to trust me. Now all I need is for her to untie me. I deepen the kiss, doing my best to make her think that I want her, when in fact I despise her. She's now sitting across my legs with her arms around my neck. In a normal situation, I would find this somewhat erotic but in the circumstances, I'm doing it for survival. Closing my eyes to feign desire for Gwen, my primary objective is to get her gun. It's on the table. My lips feel bare and I realise, she's no longer on me. I open my eyes and she's up.
"I liked that, Lex." She says. I look up at her with a charming smirk hoping it's going to make her untie me faster. She walks closer and begins to lick and suck my fingers while slowly fumbling with the ropes around my wrists. I tilt my head to the ceiling and voice some gentle moans. I wish she's hurry up. From the distance I hear a noise, a car maybe? Gwen has noticed it yet; she's fully preoccupied with my fingers. The sound is getting closer, and the car hits the gravel of the mansion's drive. Oh shit, in giving my attention to the sound, I stopped pretending to enjoy her actions, and now she fully aware that someone's on their way in. I rack my brain to figure out who it could be. Gwen's up in a flash and round my desk to check the laptop for the cameras, she gives a half laugh at the screen and glances at me. Now she's heading toward me, picking up the gun on her way,
"How dare you lie to me!" smack, she's hit me across the face. It stings and a numb sensation has arisen, "Was this your plan? Your little mistress will get a nice surprise awaiting her." She says raising her gun at me. For a moment I thinks she's going to shoot me, but she looks behind me onto the desk and picks up something. The tape and swiftly puts it across my mouth, "in case you try to shout and scream." And that's when she kicks off her heels giving me an air kiss before she leaves the room. Then all I can think about are the words, 'your little mistress' and I immediately realise that Chloe is here and I get severely anxious for her life.
POV: ChloeStepping out my car I grab my satchel from the passenger's side, throw it over myself and head up to the front door. It's unlocked, so I walk in. My journalistic instinct tells me to be suspicious. I walk slowly, keeping my ears open for any sound. I hear nothing and I've seen no security guards. Something's definitely up, but I can't go back. I take my mobile from my pocket ready to call the police at any given moment. I hear something and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I punch in the number, but before I get a chance to hit the 'call' button everything goes pitch black and I fall to the floor.