Chapter 11

Chloe got home late that evening. After the meeting with Lex, she had some errands that she had needed to run. Calling Clark had slipped her mind. Or so she told herself.

She had been avoiding him for days. Pete had told her that Clark was getting suspicious of something and that he was becoming very worried. When Pete told her what he said to avoid answering Clark’s questions, Chloe had to laugh. Pete wouldn’t answer straight away, but he didn’t want to lie either. Not to Clark. Chloe appreciated that and was one of the things that she admired in Pete. In the last year or so, he had started to mature and come into his own. Except when it came to woman, he was still the same old Pete there. Chloe grinned. ‘He really should get into politics.’ She thought ‘He’s already mastered the art of dodging the issues.’

Lana had also warned her that Clark was getting curious. Fortunately, Clark was still a spaz when it came to girls, so Lana was able to deflect any and all questions he had by batting her eyes and looking innocent. Lana told her she wasn’t proud of it, but it was the only way she could get him to stop asking questions. “He’s worried and a little hurt Chloe.” Lana had said. Chloe was upset about hurting Clark, but that was just too bad. ‘He’s kept things from me for years and I’ve learned to back off. He’s just going to have to wait until I’m ready to tell him. See how he likes it.” Chloe didn’t know why she felt so angry at Clark. He was concerned about her and wasn’t doing anything more than Lex had done. Maybe a part of her still resented the fact that Clark still had secrets he wouldn’t tell her. Wouldn’t trust her with. Little did he know, she knew more than he thought.

As she was getting ready for bed, she glanced at the flowers she received on Sunday. They were starting to wilt and die. ‘I really should throw those out.” She thought. She shivered. She didn’t know why, but she felt like she was being watched and had been for days. She walked over to the vase, picked it up and carried it downstairs. As she walked into the kitchen, she noticed fresh flowers on the table. Her dad had left a note propped up in front of them. She put down the old flowers and picked up the note.

Chloe,

More flowers for you today. Again, no card. Any idea who they are from? Clark, Lex or Pete? A secret admirer perhaps? We’ll talk about it tomorrow okay?

Sweet dreams honey. I love you,

Dad

Chloe dropped the note and sank to the floor. Yes, she knew who the flowers were from and they weren’t from her friends. She was right, she was being watched.