Clear Devotion, Part 2

That damn slut of a cousin of mine is completely hogging all Clark’s time. And he’s in a freakin’ bathing suit, too! Oh, well, I’ll have time for him later. Let’s just get a few things straight, won’t we, cuz?

“I want you to understand something, Lois, Clark’s mine,” Chloe greeted her cousin.

Lois turned, blindsided, “Geez, Chlo, what are you doing here? And in that?” Lois remarked of Chloe low-cut, forming-fitting yellow tank and red hot pants.

“I’m keeping my boy-stealing cousin from taking the love of my life.”

“Chloe, for the last time, zero interest in Clark,” she remarked, pointing at herself, “And I thought I told you, you’re not yourself. You drank some of that Gatorade.”

“Lois,” Chloe cut her off, “I know. And that stuff didn’t make me fall in love with Clark. I was already in love with Clark.”

Lois began to gently explain, “You’re not in love with Clark. He’s this boy that you’ve had a crush on…”

But as Chloe had no time for this, Lois was left talking to herself. She spun around to give Chloe a piece of her mind, only to be approached by a rather broad-shouldered linebacker holding a plastic cup of what appeared to be green beer. “So, I couldn’t help but notice that you were here with Clark Kent.”

“Oh, please, Clark’s parents are just giving me a place to stay. I have no time for that farmboy.”

With a wide grin, the football player responded lavishly, “I like the sound of that.”

“Look, buddy,” Lois snapped, poking the flirter in the chest, “I’m here on a very important mission.” She poked him again. “Not bad…” she remarked, appreciation in her voice. After a moment of debate, she looked over her admirer’s shoulder, commenting to herself, “Oh, well, she’s a lovesick puppy. Can’t get herself into too much trouble, can she?” She turned to the linebacker, and asked, “So, what position do you play? In football?”

Meanwhile, Chloe had tracked down Clark, who was currently eyeing Mandy Walsh. “What’s she got that I don’t?” Chloe asked quite pointedly.

Clark spun. “Chloe, what are you doing here?”

“It’s a party for football players and cheerleaders. I’m a cheerleader.” Luckily, Mandy didn’t seem to have overheard.

“Don’t remind me,” Clark remarked sarcastically.

“Here,” Chloe said as she handed Clark a plastic cup, who eyed it warily, “don’t worry, it’s just punch. Non-alcoholic. And it’s not that nasty Gatorade stuff that made you sick today.”

Clark was momentarily touched that Chloe had noticed, before realizing it was probably only her devotion that made her notice. He sniffed it. It smelled really good. He usually preferred orange to cherry, but this stuff smelled really good, so he took a tip before he started lecturing Chloe. “Chloe, Mandy is drugging the football players to make them devoted slaves. I’m just trying to…”

All at once, Clark began to doubt that the punch was non-alcoholic, given the buzz he’d gotten from it. Though, that would be impossible since he was immune to alcohol. Unless there was… it can’t be!

Clark set the drink down, but the damage was done. His conscience was clouding. It wasn’t the same rush as when he wore the ring, but…

God, this feels good!

All of a sudden, he realized that the whole love-slave football player devotion was not such an urgent matter. Chloe was standing here, obviously still on the effects of the Gatorade. Honestly, Chloe was quite a pretty girl. And probably a lot more sexually adventurous than that prude Lana. Well, Lana did have that quality, but honestly, is she really worth it?

Okay, enough thinking, Clark thought as he eyed Chloe. “So, we’re at a party. Got any ideas?”

“Oh, do I, farmboy… do I.”

Part 3