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serafina20Last time, I felt guilty about writing only 6 pages. That's a huge deal compared to this week.
I sorta suck. But I have an excuse called my original novel, right?
"Um, Mr. Townsend?" Lana said softly, brushing her fingers on his desk. "I was wondering if maybe I could leave class a few minutes early?"
Mr. Townsend looked up from the papers he was grading. He looked paler than usual, and his eyes had dark circles under them. Like he hadn't gotten much sleep last night.
She blushed, sudden unwanted thoughts about *why* he hadn't slept flashing through her head.
"Why?" he said. Then, like he suddenly connected the dots, he started to blush, too.
Lana licked her lips. "Um, it's just that, um, everyone keeps coming to me for information about Whitney and I kind of want to call Chloe to make sure she's all right."
"Yeah, I'm kind of in the same boat. Teacher's lounge isn't as close as I'd like. I'd really not have to deal with the consequences of... well. You know."
Her blush deepened. "Yeah. It's kind of gotten around." And inspired a new sketch. Obviously, Lana was perverted because the idea of Whitney and Mr. Townsend kissing made her feel hot and tingly. But she couldn't get it out of her mind, so she'd been using the study time Mr. Townsend had given them to sketch the image running around in her mind. "Anyway, just a couple minutes would be good. If it's okay."
Mr. Townsend glanced up at the clock, then back at Lana. "You've got five minutes before class ends. You know what you have for homework?"
She nodded.
"Okay, then. You're dismissed."
She grinned. "Thank you." Quickly, she went back to her desk, gathered her things, and left the room.
If Clark had still been there, she never would have left. She'd felt bad enough leaving him that morning when she and Whitney had been dragged away by the crowd. Chloe had wanted Lana to stay with Clark, to protect him from whatever people did or said to him. Lana suspected, though, that Chloe was also hoping that Clark would be protective of Lana, just in case. Chloe and Lana had, after all, made out in the Talon. People noticed and people would say things.
Well. Under normal circumstances they'd say things. Today wasn't normal, though, since Whitney was back. Again. And everyone wanted to talk to Whitney and let him know how much they'd missed him.
Again.
So, Lana had gone off with Whitney and Clark had buried himself in the Torch office. When he and Lana had met up again fourth period, Clark had been grim and silent, jaw set and eyes filled with rage.
Mr. Townsend had called Clark up to the desk right away. They'd spoken quietly, then Clark had gone back to his desk and pulled out his textbook, grinding his teeth.
Lana hadn't been surprised when Dr. Carvey had come in about halfway through class and taken Clark away.
She made it to the Torch just before the bell rang. Closing the door, she sat on the couch and pulled out her cell phone.
"Hello?" Chloe answered on the first ring, sounding disgustingly perky and definitely not relaxed a bit.
"Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Lana! I'm good. I'm home now."
"I figured. What did the doctor say?"
"To take it easy today, maybe tomorrow, and I'll be fine. Dad said he'll lock me in my room if I try to go to school. Is Clark publishing my article?"
Lana rolled her eyes. "I don't know. He's having problems."
Chloe sighed. "What happened?"
"You know, I'm not sure. He's with Dr. Carvey right now, but I don't know if it's just the whole being outted thing, or the Lionel thing, or something else. We didn't get a chance to talk."
"I told you not to leave his side today."
"I had to. Whitney's back. I was with him most of the morning."
There was silence over the line.
"Chloe?" Lana said worriedly.
"Um, Whitney's back," Chloe repeated. "That's great. How is he?"
Lana tucked he hair behind her ears. "He's good. I mean, you know. Injured. And he looked kind of tired, especially the longer the day went on. He's on crutches and stuff, and still wearing an eyepatch."
"Oh, an eyepatch. Kinky." She sounded stilted. "I bet he looks dashing, huh?"
"Exotic, at any rate. Okay," Lana admitted, feeling herself blush. "It is kind of sexy, actually."
"Uh huh?" Definitely stilted and uncomfortable. "And, um, how are the two of you?"
"Both happy with our current partners," Lana assured her. "Mr. Townsend and Whitney kissed in class. Not my class, but I guess during second or third, Whitney went to say bye to Mr. Townsend before he left, and they kissed. It's all over school."
"Ah, the gossip line is alive and well, huh?" Chloe said, sounding a lot better. "While I admire Whitney for jumping not only into his newfound sexuality with both feet, but his leaping into the already mired swamp of Smallville high gossip ring, especially one already filled with people primed to jump and attack, is questionable."
Lana frowned, trying to untangle Chloe's words. "Huh?"
"I admire that Whitney is able to accept himself with minimal angst. It's just that, it was hard for Mr. Townsend to come out, and he got flack for it. What if this backfires on them and people start blaming Mr. Townsend for making Whitney gay?"
"Don't you think it's more likely that they'll blame Clark?"
Chloe sighed heavily. "Yeah. Yeah, I thought of that, too. And, since Lex is too rich to go after, it'll sort of stop with Clark."
Pensive, Lana tugged at her hair. "Maybe it won't be so bad," she said, not really believing what she said. "People like Clark. He's so nice and talented and shy and stuff. He's the weird kid, but he's not so weird anymore. Girls notice him, and he can kinda flirt and he's just... everyone likes him. Plus, now everyone knows what Lionel did to him. Maybe there won't be blame or anger. Maybe people won't care that Whitney's gay."
"Maybe." But she didn't sound convinced. "So. Does Lex know Whitney is back?"
"I don't... think so," Lana said hesitantly. "Clark made it sound like he only just found out Whitney came back that morning, just before I got there. And I'm just not sure if he called from school because," she sighed, "something happened to him between classes and he spent all this time in the Torch office writing and then during English, Dr. Carvey came in and pulled him out of class."
"I thought she didn't come in on Monday's."
"I don't know. I'm thinking that, after last week, the administration thinks that if they don't pay extra special attention to Clark, the world will frown upon them. But, anyway, Clark practically dragged her out of the room, like he wanted to talk to her. So that's something."
"Something, yeah." Chloe cleared her throat. "So. You want me to go tell Lex?"
"Would you?" Lana asked gratefully. "I mean, he likes you and he never calls you name."
"Yes, he does, but I know what you mean."
"You'll say all the right things, Chloe. I'll just mess it up."
"Yeah, but my Lex-handling skills aren't all that great. He responds better to you, he really does. I'm much better at dealing with Clark than Lex, really."
Lana pouted. "But I don't like dealing with Lex," she whined. "He's such a jerk when he gets upset. He's a bitch. Besides, Whitney is my ex-boyfriend. Do you really want to subject me to the horrible things he's going to say to me because I happened to date the man who's in love with his boyfriend? What kind of girlfriend are you?"
Chloe groaned. "Fine. Fine. To keep my girlfriend happy, I'll tell him. But you owe me big-time, girl."
"Maybe you'll get boobies out it," Lana teased.
"Boobies?"
"Naked ones. Naked ones you can touch and lick and, um... and, um, suck on." Hot, Lana squirmed on the couch, images of Chloe's mouth on her breasts, sucking on her nipples, filled her head.
"Lana," Chloe said, her voice hoarse, "you know you don't have..."
"I want you," she whispered, cutting Chloe off. "I want you more than just, you know. I really want to sleep with you. Soon."
"Wow. Wow, I thought... We need to talk about this. More, I mean. Because Lex made Clark tell him everything that he wanted Lex to do to him beforehand so there weren't any misunderstandings, and I want that. I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us. So we need to talk. Before the boobies."
Lana nodded even though Chloe couldn't see her. "Yeah. Okay. Do you want to go out on Friday? On a date? A real one with make-up and a restaurant and all that sort of thing? Or maybe we could go on Saturday, go to a museum in Metropolis and then a fancy dinner and everything. We could talk."
"Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to do that. Sounds perfect." She was smiling; Lana could hear it in her voice. "Okay, well, I'm going to eat lunch and shower and then head off then head off to see Lex. I'll see you after school, okay?"
"I'm working."
"I'll come to the Talon. I love you."
Lana smiled and wrapped her hair around her finger. "I love you, too, Chloe."
I sorta suck. But I have an excuse called my original novel, right?
"Um, Mr. Townsend?" Lana said softly, brushing her fingers on his desk. "I was wondering if maybe I could leave class a few minutes early?"
Mr. Townsend looked up from the papers he was grading. He looked paler than usual, and his eyes had dark circles under them. Like he hadn't gotten much sleep last night.
She blushed, sudden unwanted thoughts about *why* he hadn't slept flashing through her head.
"Why?" he said. Then, like he suddenly connected the dots, he started to blush, too.
Lana licked her lips. "Um, it's just that, um, everyone keeps coming to me for information about Whitney and I kind of want to call Chloe to make sure she's all right."
"Yeah, I'm kind of in the same boat. Teacher's lounge isn't as close as I'd like. I'd really not have to deal with the consequences of... well. You know."
Her blush deepened. "Yeah. It's kind of gotten around." And inspired a new sketch. Obviously, Lana was perverted because the idea of Whitney and Mr. Townsend kissing made her feel hot and tingly. But she couldn't get it out of her mind, so she'd been using the study time Mr. Townsend had given them to sketch the image running around in her mind. "Anyway, just a couple minutes would be good. If it's okay."
Mr. Townsend glanced up at the clock, then back at Lana. "You've got five minutes before class ends. You know what you have for homework?"
She nodded.
"Okay, then. You're dismissed."
She grinned. "Thank you." Quickly, she went back to her desk, gathered her things, and left the room.
If Clark had still been there, she never would have left. She'd felt bad enough leaving him that morning when she and Whitney had been dragged away by the crowd. Chloe had wanted Lana to stay with Clark, to protect him from whatever people did or said to him. Lana suspected, though, that Chloe was also hoping that Clark would be protective of Lana, just in case. Chloe and Lana had, after all, made out in the Talon. People noticed and people would say things.
Well. Under normal circumstances they'd say things. Today wasn't normal, though, since Whitney was back. Again. And everyone wanted to talk to Whitney and let him know how much they'd missed him.
Again.
So, Lana had gone off with Whitney and Clark had buried himself in the Torch office. When he and Lana had met up again fourth period, Clark had been grim and silent, jaw set and eyes filled with rage.
Mr. Townsend had called Clark up to the desk right away. They'd spoken quietly, then Clark had gone back to his desk and pulled out his textbook, grinding his teeth.
Lana hadn't been surprised when Dr. Carvey had come in about halfway through class and taken Clark away.
She made it to the Torch just before the bell rang. Closing the door, she sat on the couch and pulled out her cell phone.
"Hello?" Chloe answered on the first ring, sounding disgustingly perky and definitely not relaxed a bit.
"Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Lana! I'm good. I'm home now."
"I figured. What did the doctor say?"
"To take it easy today, maybe tomorrow, and I'll be fine. Dad said he'll lock me in my room if I try to go to school. Is Clark publishing my article?"
Lana rolled her eyes. "I don't know. He's having problems."
Chloe sighed. "What happened?"
"You know, I'm not sure. He's with Dr. Carvey right now, but I don't know if it's just the whole being outted thing, or the Lionel thing, or something else. We didn't get a chance to talk."
"I told you not to leave his side today."
"I had to. Whitney's back. I was with him most of the morning."
There was silence over the line.
"Chloe?" Lana said worriedly.
"Um, Whitney's back," Chloe repeated. "That's great. How is he?"
Lana tucked he hair behind her ears. "He's good. I mean, you know. Injured. And he looked kind of tired, especially the longer the day went on. He's on crutches and stuff, and still wearing an eyepatch."
"Oh, an eyepatch. Kinky." She sounded stilted. "I bet he looks dashing, huh?"
"Exotic, at any rate. Okay," Lana admitted, feeling herself blush. "It is kind of sexy, actually."
"Uh huh?" Definitely stilted and uncomfortable. "And, um, how are the two of you?"
"Both happy with our current partners," Lana assured her. "Mr. Townsend and Whitney kissed in class. Not my class, but I guess during second or third, Whitney went to say bye to Mr. Townsend before he left, and they kissed. It's all over school."
"Ah, the gossip line is alive and well, huh?" Chloe said, sounding a lot better. "While I admire Whitney for jumping not only into his newfound sexuality with both feet, but his leaping into the already mired swamp of Smallville high gossip ring, especially one already filled with people primed to jump and attack, is questionable."
Lana frowned, trying to untangle Chloe's words. "Huh?"
"I admire that Whitney is able to accept himself with minimal angst. It's just that, it was hard for Mr. Townsend to come out, and he got flack for it. What if this backfires on them and people start blaming Mr. Townsend for making Whitney gay?"
"Don't you think it's more likely that they'll blame Clark?"
Chloe sighed heavily. "Yeah. Yeah, I thought of that, too. And, since Lex is too rich to go after, it'll sort of stop with Clark."
Pensive, Lana tugged at her hair. "Maybe it won't be so bad," she said, not really believing what she said. "People like Clark. He's so nice and talented and shy and stuff. He's the weird kid, but he's not so weird anymore. Girls notice him, and he can kinda flirt and he's just... everyone likes him. Plus, now everyone knows what Lionel did to him. Maybe there won't be blame or anger. Maybe people won't care that Whitney's gay."
"Maybe." But she didn't sound convinced. "So. Does Lex know Whitney is back?"
"I don't... think so," Lana said hesitantly. "Clark made it sound like he only just found out Whitney came back that morning, just before I got there. And I'm just not sure if he called from school because," she sighed, "something happened to him between classes and he spent all this time in the Torch office writing and then during English, Dr. Carvey came in and pulled him out of class."
"I thought she didn't come in on Monday's."
"I don't know. I'm thinking that, after last week, the administration thinks that if they don't pay extra special attention to Clark, the world will frown upon them. But, anyway, Clark practically dragged her out of the room, like he wanted to talk to her. So that's something."
"Something, yeah." Chloe cleared her throat. "So. You want me to go tell Lex?"
"Would you?" Lana asked gratefully. "I mean, he likes you and he never calls you name."
"Yes, he does, but I know what you mean."
"You'll say all the right things, Chloe. I'll just mess it up."
"Yeah, but my Lex-handling skills aren't all that great. He responds better to you, he really does. I'm much better at dealing with Clark than Lex, really."
Lana pouted. "But I don't like dealing with Lex," she whined. "He's such a jerk when he gets upset. He's a bitch. Besides, Whitney is my ex-boyfriend. Do you really want to subject me to the horrible things he's going to say to me because I happened to date the man who's in love with his boyfriend? What kind of girlfriend are you?"
Chloe groaned. "Fine. Fine. To keep my girlfriend happy, I'll tell him. But you owe me big-time, girl."
"Maybe you'll get boobies out it," Lana teased.
"Boobies?"
"Naked ones. Naked ones you can touch and lick and, um... and, um, suck on." Hot, Lana squirmed on the couch, images of Chloe's mouth on her breasts, sucking on her nipples, filled her head.
"Lana," Chloe said, her voice hoarse, "you know you don't have..."
"I want you," she whispered, cutting Chloe off. "I want you more than just, you know. I really want to sleep with you. Soon."
"Wow. Wow, I thought... We need to talk about this. More, I mean. Because Lex made Clark tell him everything that he wanted Lex to do to him beforehand so there weren't any misunderstandings, and I want that. I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us. So we need to talk. Before the boobies."
Lana nodded even though Chloe couldn't see her. "Yeah. Okay. Do you want to go out on Friday? On a date? A real one with make-up and a restaurant and all that sort of thing? Or maybe we could go on Saturday, go to a museum in Metropolis and then a fancy dinner and everything. We could talk."
"Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to do that. Sounds perfect." She was smiling; Lana could hear it in her voice. "Okay, well, I'm going to eat lunch and shower and then head off then head off to see Lex. I'll see you after school, okay?"
"I'm working."
"I'll come to the Talon. I love you."
Lana smiled and wrapped her hair around her finger. "I love you, too, Chloe."
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Date: 2005-11-18 08:02 am (UTC)Okay, well, I'm going to eat lunch and shower and then head off then head off to see Lex. (fourth paragraph from the bottom)
We're guessing the second "then head off" isn't supposed to be there though.
"I mean, he likes you and he never calls you name."
"Names" and not "name"?
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Date: 2005-11-18 02:44 pm (UTC)And I never like Lana in fic, but for some reason I don't mind yours. Huh, surprising.
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Date: 2005-11-21 06:19 am (UTC)Thanks for the feedback!
hmm...
Date: 2005-11-18 07:44 pm (UTC)Re: hmm...
Date: 2005-11-21 06:19 am (UTC)