"Who's going with you to the dance, Clark?"  Chloe called after her friend who, at the moment, was trying to make his way through the throng of high school students to his locker.  Clark spun on his heel to face Chloe and waited for her to catch up with him before braving the crowd together.  She shifted her books impatiently from one hand to another as they dodged moving bodies left and right, a chaotic ballet of adolescent choreography only to be truly mastered by the four year high school experience.  She hoped against hope as she cast a sideways glance in his direction that he hadn't already been snapped up.  Deep down in her basest consciousness, Chloe Sullivan had to admit to herself that she maintained just the slightest tendre for her oldest friend in Smallville.  Who wouldn't find Clark even the least bit attractive, with his coal black hair and long lashed hazel eyes?  Not to mention a rather nice physique to match.  God, Lana Lang was clueless if she wasted the opportunity Clark was presenting to her.

"No one..." Clark watched Chloe's eyes brighten and he smiled down at her.  "But I know what you're about to ask me and I can't take you."  Just as quickly as she perked up, he had burst her bubble.  She tried desperately not to let the disappointment show in her expression.  "Chloe, I would normally....you know that.  But I'm going to be out of town this weekend with my parents. I'm sorry."

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