Based on a prompt by erinkatiemee: Five times Clark wished it were him kissing Chloe.
She was kissing the guy.
No, not just kissing. She was stuck to him like she was attached to him by suction cups. Like she was a Hoover. Clark stared, and wondered if the two of them could be pried apart, or if they were just going to stay this way for the rest of eternity.
He'd come wandering into the Torch, saying, "Hey, Chloe, I need the..." and his words had died in his throat as he saw his best friend Chloe sucking face with some guy. Something unfamiliar spiked through him, something that felt very much like violent anger. He thought it might be jealousy, but he wasn't quite sure.
All he knew was that he wanted it to be him she was kissing.
At last Chloe pulled away from the guy, and shot a sexy smile in his direction. "Don't worry, Clark," she said. "We're done."
The guy stared at her, looking awestruck. "Can I have your number?"
"Why?" Chloe turned her back on him. "The thrill is gone."
Clark frowned, because it wasn't like Chloe to act that way. She wasn't the type to use guys and then toss them aside.
But on the flip side, he was glad that she wasn't all that interested in the guy. It saved him from having to pound the guy through the floor.
Oh, my God, he thought, shocked. I am jealous.
He wanted to be the one Chloe was kissing.