Oh my dear god.

 

    I just want to scrub my eyes.

 

    I can't believe that I just walked in on Clark and some girl.

 

    I try to tell myself that they were just talking or something.  But I can't make myself believe that.  Clark was quite obviously wearing the same clothes that he had worn the night before.  And they looked pretty crumpled. There was also tension.  A lot of tension.

 

    I think Clark might have had a one-night stand.

 

    I could be off-base. I mean, it is Clark Kent after all.  I hope I'm wrong.  But part of me knows that I'm not.

 

    Clark spent the night with some girl he met at the casino.  Actually, I didn't get that good of a look at her, but don't think she was a girl.  I think Clark slept with an older woman.

 

    I shake my head in disbelief.  I can't wait to hear the story behind this one.  And I will get it. I'll drag it from Clark somehow.  After all, I am a reporter.  In a few months I'll be starting on my journalism degree at

Metropolis University.

 

    A thought strikes me then: I'm not jealous.  I just found out that Clark probably slept with a stranger, and I'm not jealous.  I actually think it's kind of funny.

 

    Clark isn't the type to do something like this though.  I wonder what happened.  He sort of disappeared last night. Then again, I didn't search to hard for him.  I spent most of the time in Lex's room.

 

    Lex.

 

    I guess he's the reason that I'm not upset about Clark sleeping with some woman.  It's not like were dating or anything. But I'm interested in him. And despite the fact that I'm quite a few years younger, I think he might just be interested in me too. It's kind of hard to tell with Lex, but he's been paying a lot of attention to me lately, and we've been hanging out fairly often. 

 

    I doubt anything is going to happen. Not only is he older than me, but he's Dad's boss.  Besides, me thinking he might be interested is probably just wishful thinking on my part.

 

    Handsome, intelligent millionaire Lex Luthor interested in recent high school graduate Chloe Sullivan?

 

    Not going to happen.

 

    The door connecting my room to Clark's swings open, and Clark pokes his head in.  He looks embarrassed, but really worried as well.  I start to get a sinking feeling in my stomach.

 

    Something is definitely wrong.

 

    "Chloe, could you come in here for a second. We've kind of got a problem, and I'm not entirely sure what to do."

 

    What in the heck is going on?

 

    I nod and follow him into his room.  The woman is pacing the room, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.  Clark is standing by the bed, looking like he wants to die.

 

    "What's wrong?  What's going on?"

 

    "Um...Willow, this is Chloe. Chloe, this is Willow." Clark finally says in way of introductions.

 

    "Okay... Nice to meet you Willow."  I'm really not entirely sure what I'm supposed to say to the woman who just had sex with my best friend. If that is what happened, I'm still not clear on that issue.

 

    Willow nods in my direction, "Nice to meet you too." She says it distractedly, and continues her pacing.

 

 

    "Clark, are you going to tell me what's going on?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. I'm really not comfortable being here, and would like to leave. We're supposed to be meeting the others for lunch, but I have a feeling that isn't going to happen.

 

    "Chloe," Clark begins. "Last night I went to the bar, and I got really drunk."

 

    "What?!"  Who is the man standing before me, and what has he done with my best friend?  Clark is not the getting drunk type.

 

    "I was pretty upset about... some stuff," he continues.  I can see him mentally debating whether or not to tell me what he was upset about. I'll have to get it out of him later.  It must have been pretty bad to get him to drink.

 

    There's a long pause before he speaks again.  "Chloe...Willow and I got married last night."

 

    Oh.  My.  God.

 

 

    I'm almost at a loss of words, which is pretty rare for me. "You got married?"  My best friend is a moron.  I mean, I knew that before, but I didn't think he was quite *this* stupid. "Why in the hell did you get married?"

 

    "We were both really drunk," Willow has finally stopped pacing. "Clark and I were both in the bar, and apparently we just decided to get married. I don't actually remember much of last night.  But we have the rings and the marriage certificate to prove it."

 

    The expression on her face makes my heart go out to her.  She looks so lost and confused and upset.

 

 

    "Clark," I say. "You're parents are absolutely going to kill you."

 

    "I know that, Chloe."  Clark shakes his head, "They'd be mad enough just at the drinking, but that I could cover-up.  How are they going to react to their 18-year-old son getting married to a stranger?"

 

    How could this get any worse?

 

    "Wait," Willow turns to face Clark, an unreadable expression on her face. "You're only 18?  Oh goddess.  I married a teenager."

 

    Okay, well this might be a little bit worse now.