Smile while you still have teeth
1. The poem
"Chloe, come on! You can't be this sad all the time, it's not healthy. Smile while you still have teeth, damnit."
Chloe quickly glanced over at Pete who was looking at her with a pleading look. He was bothering her again about her being sad and it was pretty annoying. Although it was true, she didn't felt like telling him what was up. She shook her head and sighed. He didn't understand. "Pete, I am happy... I'm just tired right now, ok?"
"Chlo, I know you're not happy. And I know what's wrong too. You like Clark too much for your own good." Pete looked Chloe in the eye and smiled a little to show his support.
"I know... I'm screwed." Chloe stated letting her head fall down in her arms.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
The smooth voice made her head immediately rise again and she felt the blood rush up to her head. Clark. Shit! Why was it that she always made a fool out of herself when he was around?
"Oh, nothing much. We're... just talking, Chloe and I" Pete said grinning, blinking at Chloe. "Gotta, get to class now, see you later." And with that, Pete hung his backpack over his shoulder and took off down the hallway.
"Chloe, there's something I wanna ask you..." Clark started, shifting his weight to his right foot.
"Oh yeah?" She felt her whole body tense.
"Yeah. um. I just talked to the English teacher and apparently I could use some help. So now I ask the one, the only good person at English in this school, will you help me?" Clark smiled his gorgeous smile that showed off all his white teeth.
The tension in her body quickly faded away. He wanted help with school stuff. Of course. What the hell did you think? She asked herself and tried the hardest not to slap herself. "Sure I can Clark. What are friends for?" She smiled.
"Thanks Chlo, you're the best." He gave her a quick hug.
She could feel the warmth from his body long after he had let go and walked away. She was in serious trouble. "I have to make this stop; he's my friend for God's sake." She mumbled walking over to her locker in the deserted hallway. She fooled around with the combination for a while before the door flew open. Her eyes immediately stuck at the picture on it. It was taken about a year ago, in the summer. Herself, Pete and Clark were smiling at the camera. Chloe in the middle, with Pete's and Clark's arms around her. Chloe smiled and remembered that although it looked as if she looked into the camera in the picture, she was really watching the beautiful Clark from the corner of her eye.
She quickly pulled her backpack and a book out of the locker, slammed the door shut and hurried away to her class.
"And don't forget writing the poem I told you about, I want it on my desk by Thursday." Mr. Danley told the class for the tenth time that very hour.
Some muttered back at him on the way out but Chloe sat quiet in her desk thinking about when Clark had hugged her in the hallway.
"Miss Sullivan?"
Chloe woke up from her thought startled. "Yes, Mr. Danley?"
Mr. Danley was smiling slightly at her. "Did you hear that I want the poem on my desk by Thursday?"
"Yes, of course." She lied, wondering what the hell he was talking about. "Should it be about anything special?"
"No, it can be about everything. Only, it has to be close to your heart. Something or someone that you care a lot about."
She nodded.
1. The poem
"Chloe, come on! You can't be this sad all the time, it's not healthy. Smile while you still have teeth, damnit."
Chloe quickly glanced over at Pete who was looking at her with a pleading look. He was bothering her again about her being sad and it was pretty annoying. Although it was true, she didn't felt like telling him what was up. She shook her head and sighed. He didn't understand. "Pete, I am happy... I'm just tired right now, ok?"
"Chlo, I know you're not happy. And I know what's wrong too. You like Clark too much for your own good." Pete looked Chloe in the eye and smiled a little to show his support.
"I know... I'm screwed." Chloe stated letting her head fall down in her arms.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
The smooth voice made her head immediately rise again and she felt the blood rush up to her head. Clark. Shit! Why was it that she always made a fool out of herself when he was around?
"Oh, nothing much. We're... just talking, Chloe and I" Pete said grinning, blinking at Chloe. "Gotta, get to class now, see you later." And with that, Pete hung his backpack over his shoulder and took off down the hallway.
"Chloe, there's something I wanna ask you..." Clark started, shifting his weight to his right foot.
"Oh yeah?" She felt her whole body tense.
"Yeah. um. I just talked to the English teacher and apparently I could use some help. So now I ask the one, the only good person at English in this school, will you help me?" Clark smiled his gorgeous smile that showed off all his white teeth.
The tension in her body quickly faded away. He wanted help with school stuff. Of course. What the hell did you think? She asked herself and tried the hardest not to slap herself. "Sure I can Clark. What are friends for?" She smiled.
"Thanks Chlo, you're the best." He gave her a quick hug.
She could feel the warmth from his body long after he had let go and walked away. She was in serious trouble. "I have to make this stop; he's my friend for God's sake." She mumbled walking over to her locker in the deserted hallway. She fooled around with the combination for a while before the door flew open. Her eyes immediately stuck at the picture on it. It was taken about a year ago, in the summer. Herself, Pete and Clark were smiling at the camera. Chloe in the middle, with Pete's and Clark's arms around her. Chloe smiled and remembered that although it looked as if she looked into the camera in the picture, she was really watching the beautiful Clark from the corner of her eye.
She quickly pulled her backpack and a book out of the locker, slammed the door shut and hurried away to her class.
"And don't forget writing the poem I told you about, I want it on my desk by Thursday." Mr. Danley told the class for the tenth time that very hour.
Some muttered back at him on the way out but Chloe sat quiet in her desk thinking about when Clark had hugged her in the hallway.
"Miss Sullivan?"
Chloe woke up from her thought startled. "Yes, Mr. Danley?"
Mr. Danley was smiling slightly at her. "Did you hear that I want the poem on my desk by Thursday?"
"Yes, of course." She lied, wondering what the hell he was talking about. "Should it be about anything special?"
"No, it can be about everything. Only, it has to be close to your heart. Something or someone that you care a lot about."
She nodded.