Bring Me to Life (Eight/?)
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Conclusion
This is short. Reallllly short. But I just felt like this was where this chapter was supposed to end. It's just a tiny transitional chapter. More tomorrow!
Chapter Eight
Chloe and Clark stared at each other for a long minute in silence.
And then the sight of him standing there, his hair dripping wet and a scowl on his face, became too much to deal with. A short chuckle escaped her lips and she quickly popped a hand over her mouth as his scowl became a glare aimed right at her.
Unable to control her laughter, she fell backward onto the bed, her whole body shaking.
He simply stood there, his glare fading away and a trace of amusement now present. “So you wanna tell me why you just used your not-so-missing powers to dump cold water on my head?” he asked wryly.
“I’m sorry,” she managed to choke out through her laughter. “I really thought they were gone. They weren’t working earlier.” She slowly pushed herself back up into sitting position.
He folded his arms across his chest.
“I’m serious, Clark. Really. I had no idea that my thinking about dumping a glass of water on your head would…you know, make it happen.”
He rolled his eyes. “So why’d you think it in the first place?” he asked in confusion.
Chloe sighed softly. “I don’t know.” It was a complete lie and she knew he wasn’t going to fall for it.
She was right. “Chloe. Talk to me. What’s going on? Did I do something to upset you?”
She was silent for a moment. She knew that the way she felt was very unfair because Clark hadn’t given her any reason to think he was suddenly interested in her. She’d known for a long time he was in love with the wonderful Lana Lang. So why, all of a sudden and rather out of the blue, did she feel like she had any right to be jealous?
“Chloe?” he prompted again, this time in concern.
“It’s nothing, Clark,” Chloe said, shaking her head. “Really. I’m just…in a bad mood. It’s been a long couple of days.”
Clark gazed at her intently, not buying it for a second, but sensing she wasn’t ready to open up right then. “Then I’ll try not to take the wet hair personally,” he told her dryly, smirking.
“Good idea. I mean, it just as easily could have been Lois,” she told him with a grin.
But that was the biggest lie of all. Because Lois had never broken her heart.