Chloe is willing to bet that Lana writes bad poetry.
Whitney hasn't called me
my heart aches
a leaf falls
winter is everywhere
Never mind that sometimes Lana says something so
right, so on, in English class, something that makes
the teacher smile and say "Exactly!"
Chloe is pretty sure those times are flukes.
Chloe thinks that Lana has never had an unpretty day.
Never a day where she didn't wake up to birds chirping
and an outfit straight out of some magazine that Chloe
only reads to make fun of the articles because perfect
clothes don't mean anything anyway.
Especially when you know that they will never make you
Chloe is sure Lana has never had a day where she put
her heart on the line and into words and had to see
that people didn't care. Never a day like the one
Chloe had last week, when she got to school and waited
for people to notice the article she'd written for the
paper, when she waited and waited and no one seemed to
notice her or her words at all.
Lana was one of the few people who said she read the
article. She even said she thought it was good.
But it still doesn't mean she would ever understand
Chloe is positive that there is never a time when Lana
pauses outside the cafeteria and takes a deep breath
before walking inside and crossing past all the
tables. She's sure Lana never hears her name whispered
with a low and mean giggle attached to it. She's sure
Lana never has to think about anything but whom she
will grace with her presence.
Sometimes Chloe thinks she's being stupid for worrying
about people and what they think.
She feels like she can walk across a room, through the
school, around town, and that no one will see her
except for Clark and Pete.
Chloe thinks that for all she doesn't want to be
invisible, she pretty much is.
She bets Lana never feels that way.
Lana smiles at her sometimes.
Chloe is pretty sure she doesn't mean it.