Chapter 3- The Letter
"Good morning. It's time for today's announcements." Calm down, Chloe. Nothing is going to happen. We'll see. And if anything does, you can kick John's ass. Really. Your conscience won't hold you back.
"Today we are going to start off with 'Students Speak Out. I was just handed this note. I was asked, as a personal favor, to read it today. It's from the subject of yesterday's letter, Clark Kent." No, no, no. Clark is going to tell me we can't be friends in front of the whole school. I can hear it now. Bag ready? Check. Keys in hand? Check. Money for coffee? Check.
"It is addressed to C.S. 'C.S. I don't know if what was read yesterday is a joke, or the truth. I only know one way to find out. If it was a joke that someone sent in to make you look bad, please ignore the rest of this." That doesn't sound like a brush-off. All the sudden I don't feel so anxious. Yes, Clark. That was a joke. It might have been a joke played on me, but it was my journal. Every word was my own.
"'I've never thought about us in that way.'" And you don't think I know this? Hello? Lana? 24/7 Lana Lana Lana! It'd be really stupid if I thought there was a chance with how much you babble on about her. Clark, I-
"'Now that I have, it doesn't seem wrong.'" I really have to work on breathing. It doesn't seem wrong? What does that mean?
"'I know I seem dense, but I am not as much so as you think. I would like to give us a chance.'" No. Why would someone do this? This is just another joke. Then why does it make me feel so good?
"'I know you are probably thinking that this is another joke, but it isn't. I'll see you in English. Please come today. Clark.' C.S., I am here to say that this is not a joke. Clark came in personally and handed me this note. I promised you I wouldn't let another joke slip by, and I didn't. That's all for today's announcements. Have a great day."
This is a turn of events. This isn't a joke. But it has to be! But it isn't. This isn't a joke; it's my dream. That's it, Chloe Sullivan is dreaming. I'm really in the Torch office asleep at my desk. I have to get to English!
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"Did you really give that to John?" Pete, I am in so much trouble.
"Yes, Pete. I did." What do I do? What if it was a joke and Chloe doesn't really have feelings for me?
"Why do you look so afraid?" Pete, you have no idea.
"What if-" Enter Chloe. She looks flushed. Is she blushing? Maybe I wasn't far from wrong. Let's see. "Hey, Chloe."
"Hi, Clark." Here I go.
"Did you hear the announcements today?" Chloe obviously wiped the word 'subtle' from my vocabulary, also.
"Yeah, Clark. Did you really-" She can't finish the sentence. She doesn't look disgusted. I should have believed Ryan when he said that Chloe liked me.
"Yeah. Was it a-" It's almost scary how we can know what each other are saying without finishing a sentence.
"Yes and no." Here it comes. It was a joke. She doesn't like me. I just screwed up my friendship with her and any chance I might have had with Lana. "Yes, it was a joke. But, it was also my words. Apparently someone thought it would be funny to steal my diary."
Yes! Wait, slow down Clark. One step at a time. "Do you-"
"Yes." She's making it very easy for me. No wonder I like her so much.
"Will you go on a date with me Saturday?" Brace yourself for a let down. Try not to wince. She's grinning. She's grinning that contagious, bright, beautiful smile. This is always a good sign.
"I would love to." She would love to. Not 'okay.' Not 'sure.' Not 'whatever.' She would love to.
"Good." That was smooth. Say something sweet. "Can I borrow your notes?" Hey, it worked for Mom and Dad, didn't it?
"Sure." Take the notes and pretend to write them down. Hopefully she won't notice that I already have them.
"Good morning. It's time for today's announcements." Calm down, Chloe. Nothing is going to happen. We'll see. And if anything does, you can kick John's ass. Really. Your conscience won't hold you back.
"Today we are going to start off with 'Students Speak Out. I was just handed this note. I was asked, as a personal favor, to read it today. It's from the subject of yesterday's letter, Clark Kent." No, no, no. Clark is going to tell me we can't be friends in front of the whole school. I can hear it now. Bag ready? Check. Keys in hand? Check. Money for coffee? Check.
"It is addressed to C.S. 'C.S. I don't know if what was read yesterday is a joke, or the truth. I only know one way to find out. If it was a joke that someone sent in to make you look bad, please ignore the rest of this." That doesn't sound like a brush-off. All the sudden I don't feel so anxious. Yes, Clark. That was a joke. It might have been a joke played on me, but it was my journal. Every word was my own.
"'I've never thought about us in that way.'" And you don't think I know this? Hello? Lana? 24/7 Lana Lana Lana! It'd be really stupid if I thought there was a chance with how much you babble on about her. Clark, I-
"'Now that I have, it doesn't seem wrong.'" I really have to work on breathing. It doesn't seem wrong? What does that mean?
"'I know I seem dense, but I am not as much so as you think. I would like to give us a chance.'" No. Why would someone do this? This is just another joke. Then why does it make me feel so good?
"'I know you are probably thinking that this is another joke, but it isn't. I'll see you in English. Please come today. Clark.' C.S., I am here to say that this is not a joke. Clark came in personally and handed me this note. I promised you I wouldn't let another joke slip by, and I didn't. That's all for today's announcements. Have a great day."
This is a turn of events. This isn't a joke. But it has to be! But it isn't. This isn't a joke; it's my dream. That's it, Chloe Sullivan is dreaming. I'm really in the Torch office asleep at my desk. I have to get to English!
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"Did you really give that to John?" Pete, I am in so much trouble.
"Yes, Pete. I did." What do I do? What if it was a joke and Chloe doesn't really have feelings for me?
"Why do you look so afraid?" Pete, you have no idea.
"What if-" Enter Chloe. She looks flushed. Is she blushing? Maybe I wasn't far from wrong. Let's see. "Hey, Chloe."
"Hi, Clark." Here I go.
"Did you hear the announcements today?" Chloe obviously wiped the word 'subtle' from my vocabulary, also.
"Yeah, Clark. Did you really-" She can't finish the sentence. She doesn't look disgusted. I should have believed Ryan when he said that Chloe liked me.
"Yeah. Was it a-" It's almost scary how we can know what each other are saying without finishing a sentence.
"Yes and no." Here it comes. It was a joke. She doesn't like me. I just screwed up my friendship with her and any chance I might have had with Lana. "Yes, it was a joke. But, it was also my words. Apparently someone thought it would be funny to steal my diary."
Yes! Wait, slow down Clark. One step at a time. "Do you-"
"Yes." She's making it very easy for me. No wonder I like her so much.
"Will you go on a date with me Saturday?" Brace yourself for a let down. Try not to wince. She's grinning. She's grinning that contagious, bright, beautiful smile. This is always a good sign.
"I would love to." She would love to. Not 'okay.' Not 'sure.' Not 'whatever.' She would love to.
"Good." That was smooth. Say something sweet. "Can I borrow your notes?" Hey, it worked for Mom and Dad, didn't it?
"Sure." Take the notes and pretend to write them down. Hopefully she won't notice that I already have them.