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.