When The Tables Turn
For the tenth time, Chloe deleted her sentence and stared at a blank page.
She could try to pretend it didn't bother her, but it
did. She couldn't believe she opened herself up to being hurt, to feeling
betrayed, by Lana Lang. Chloe tried not to question it,
but logic told her she was crazy for befriending the girl of Clark's dreams.
But Lana had seemed so damn sincere that time she
said "I want to be your friend Chloe." Then she looked at her with those
eyes of hers. And suddenly that same Lana disease
that infected Clark's brain began melting her Lana shield. And little by
little, day by day, she began to lose her Lana defenses,
she began to think she could be honest with Lana. And then Lana went and did
this. And she seemed clueless about how it had
affected there friendship.
"Hey Chloe," Lana said standing the the Torch door.
Perfect timing, Chloe thought. Then again, Lana seemed to have perfect
everything. Chloe looked at her. She was carrying two
small brown bags, smiling, still clueless. "I knew you'd be working late, so
I bought you something to eat."
"You can leave it on the table?" Chloe said pretending to type, but really
typing a bunch of letters that spelled nothing.
"Chloe, the last couple days I felt like...are you mad at me?"
"Of course not, How could anyone be mad at Lana Lang?"
"Now I know you're mad at me. Is this about that date with Clark?"
Chloe didn't answer.
"I thought we weren't going to let Clark come between us."
"He didn't, Lana. I at least thought you would tell me. You went behind my
back and went out with Clark. I had to hear it from
somebody else. You say you want to be my friend, but would a friend do
"I didn't know how to tell you. I mean...I've never really had a girl
friend. And it's just more complicated when it's Clark, I
never know how to bring him up between us, it's not like it was my night to
be Cinderella or anything. It was a complete
"Lana I don't care how it turned out, that's not the point. I'm not going to
pretend I would be looking forward to dancing at
your wedding, but I would like to know about it, if it ever happened, from
you, not from someone else. But it was like...you just
"I didn't lie, I just didn't tell you."
"You weren't being honest and you just didn't seem to care at all about how
I felt about it."
"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry, I am Chloe, the last thing I want is
for one bad date with Clark to ruin us as friends."
"Don't be sorry, be honest," Chloe said locking her eyes on her. "Do you
"Don't be crazy? Clark and I are just..."
Chloe groaned and turned her attention back to the computer.
"I don't know okay."
"What do you want me to say?"
Lana realized suddenly, the tables had been turned. Chloe had become her and
she had become Clark. Chloe was asking no
more or less than she had asked of Clark.
"He kissed me in the Talon," Lana said honestly. "I liked it okay. I don't
know, it got to me and when he asked me out, I even
told myself it wasn't that big a deal, even though I didn't believe it. Then
we got there and Clark, I don't know, he was so not
Clark. And not Clark had been great for awhile and then I suddenly I was
with this stranger. And then Jessie showed up and ...
god it was worse date ever. Whitney was better than that at his absolute
"Wow, still hard to believe Clark would screw up his dream date with you."
"Well it was screwed up. Compared to my date with Clark, your date with him
was heaven. Now are we okay?"
Lana looked at her with those infectious eyes of hers again and she couldn't
help it, she wanted to forgive her. She was sure
meteors had granted Lana some irresistible power at some point. Once she set
herself on you, you fell for her and belonged to
her forever. Damn Lana and those eyes of hers.
"Just be honest with me, that's all I ask."
"No problem," Lana said. "From now on, no matter how hard it is, I'll tell
you." Lana sat down beside her and reached for her
hand. "I want us to be friends for a long time."
"I'd never thought I'd say this, but I do too."
What was happening to her? Had Lana Lang stolen her heart too?