The last place anyone ever wants to be…
In Lana's head.
I care what people think about me.
I care when they stare in awe, I care when they ask where I got something I'm wearing, I care when they ask what I'm doing this weekend.
I care.
Just not that much.
I even care when they're laughing at me, because I got coned, or because some freak has stomped on my cell or closed my hair into their lame Algebra book.
Yeah.
That's when I really care.
