Chapter 2
Chloe stared at her notebook. She was absent mindedly scribbling on the inside
sheet. She stared at her drawings.
"Oh my gosh!", she gasped as she realized what shed been writing. Lana Lang. In
perfect script. She blushed. No one had seen her little pictures. Good. Chloe shook her
head. Shed been daydreaming again. Lately, all she thought of were memories of her and
the petite brunette. Lana had been the only person to talk to her that first day in
Smallville. Shed met Clark and Pete later that week in Pre-Algebra. Theyd been nice
enough but none as sweet and funny as the cheerleader. Of course, that afternoon,
Whitney asked her out and Chloe hadnt really gotten the chance to get close with her. She
sighed and quickly crumbled the paper. She glanced at the clock. 3...2...1...BRING!!
There was the bell and Chloe didnt waste any time getting out of there. She walked across
the hall to her locker and started to do the combination.
"Chloe!" someone called to her from the entrance.
She turned and smiled slightly, "Hi Pete. Whats up?"
Pete ran over to her and grinned, "Guess who broke up?"
Chloe stroked a non existant beard pretending to care about the lastest fight
between whatever couple her friend was referring to, "Not that youuuu like to gossip or
anything..." He scowled, "OK ok If I said I didnt want to know, you would have told me
anyways...so...who?"
Pete pretended not to hear her mockery of him, "Whitney and Lana!"
Chloe choked but Pete didnt notice, "Really?"
Pete gave her a look. She must have sounded a little too excited, "I mean, does
Clark know?"
Pete nodded, "Yeah. He didnt seem too giddy about it though...Remember what
he said about getting over her? Maybe he did."
"Maybe..." Chloe silently hoped he had, "So what happened?"
Pete was grinning again, "She caught Whitney kissing Jackie "I'll Be Your
Fantasy" Thompson yesterday after the football game."
Chloe frowned, "God, thats awful, poor Lana..."
"Yeah...I mean, Im not a girl but I can imagine...Hey," He said suddenly, "Do you
ever see Lana with any girlfriends?"
"Pete, Im sure she doesnt swing that wa-"
"Not Girllllfriends!", He blushed, "Im talking about girls that are friends..."
Chloe thought for a second. "Come to think about it. No, never, wh- oh, oh no!
You think shes all alone?"
Pete nodded, "Thats what Im thinking."
Chloe grabbed her backpack, "Im going to go find her. I mean, we're not the best
of friends but we are...well...friends I guess. Ill see you later, Pete. Thanks."
"No problem, Chlo. Catch you later."
Chloe turned around and scanned the hall. No Lana.
'Hmmm.', She thought, 'If I were an ex-cheerleader with a cheating boyfriend and
dead parents where would I be?'
She remembered Lana saying something about how when her parents were killed,
she used to hide among her horses and talk to them for comfort. Chloe had an idea. She
raced out of the school and down the road to the Potter Barn.
Chloe stared at her notebook. She was absent mindedly scribbling on the inside
sheet. She stared at her drawings.
"Oh my gosh!", she gasped as she realized what shed been writing. Lana Lang. In
perfect script. She blushed. No one had seen her little pictures. Good. Chloe shook her
head. Shed been daydreaming again. Lately, all she thought of were memories of her and
the petite brunette. Lana had been the only person to talk to her that first day in
Smallville. Shed met Clark and Pete later that week in Pre-Algebra. Theyd been nice
enough but none as sweet and funny as the cheerleader. Of course, that afternoon,
Whitney asked her out and Chloe hadnt really gotten the chance to get close with her. She
sighed and quickly crumbled the paper. She glanced at the clock. 3...2...1...BRING!!
There was the bell and Chloe didnt waste any time getting out of there. She walked across
the hall to her locker and started to do the combination.
"Chloe!" someone called to her from the entrance.
She turned and smiled slightly, "Hi Pete. Whats up?"
Pete ran over to her and grinned, "Guess who broke up?"
Chloe stroked a non existant beard pretending to care about the lastest fight
between whatever couple her friend was referring to, "Not that youuuu like to gossip or
anything..." He scowled, "OK ok If I said I didnt want to know, you would have told me
anyways...so...who?"
Pete pretended not to hear her mockery of him, "Whitney and Lana!"
Chloe choked but Pete didnt notice, "Really?"
Pete gave her a look. She must have sounded a little too excited, "I mean, does
Clark know?"
Pete nodded, "Yeah. He didnt seem too giddy about it though...Remember what
he said about getting over her? Maybe he did."
"Maybe..." Chloe silently hoped he had, "So what happened?"
Pete was grinning again, "She caught Whitney kissing Jackie "I'll Be Your
Fantasy" Thompson yesterday after the football game."
Chloe frowned, "God, thats awful, poor Lana..."
"Yeah...I mean, Im not a girl but I can imagine...Hey," He said suddenly, "Do you
ever see Lana with any girlfriends?"
"Pete, Im sure she doesnt swing that wa-"
"Not Girllllfriends!", He blushed, "Im talking about girls that are friends..."
Chloe thought for a second. "Come to think about it. No, never, wh- oh, oh no!
You think shes all alone?"
Pete nodded, "Thats what Im thinking."
Chloe grabbed her backpack, "Im going to go find her. I mean, we're not the best
of friends but we are...well...friends I guess. Ill see you later, Pete. Thanks."
"No problem, Chlo. Catch you later."
Chloe turned around and scanned the hall. No Lana.
'Hmmm.', She thought, 'If I were an ex-cheerleader with a cheating boyfriend and
dead parents where would I be?'
She remembered Lana saying something about how when her parents were killed,
she used to hide among her horses and talk to them for comfort. Chloe had an idea. She
raced out of the school and down the road to the Potter Barn.