By the way, I really DO like Chloe. I love her in fact. So I really hate writing here like this. It's hurting me okay!!!

LANA:

As I work at the Talon I think back on the day's events, all thoughts of Whitney are pushed from my mind. I don't really care about breaking up with him right now; I've got other things on my mind. Clark, as usual. The tall, handsome boy is always on my mind. But this time I'm wondering what he's been hiding from me, instead of my usual passion-filled fantasies.

Clark would never hurt me, I know that. And he would never hide something from me unless it was absolutely necessary. I know I should recognize his need for privacy, and that it probably doesn't even concern me. But I can't help but be curious.

Space ship? What was Mr. Kent talking about? Was it a joke? No. Mr. Kent can't lie that well, the panic in his voice was clearly evident. Maybe it was a code, or maybe Mr. Kent was simply jumbling his words in his panic. Maybe it wasn't space ship at all, it could have been choc-chip or fat lip or anything. But why on earth would Mr. Kent be so worried about a choc- chip being stolen?

I shake my head. What am I doing, being so silly? A choc-chip? I laugh at the ridiculous thought.

"Nice to see someone's happy." Lex says bitterly, striding up to the counter.

"What's wrong Lex?" I ask, noticing the pained expression on his face.

"It doesn't matter." he says, "Just remember this Lana. Never trust Clark. He'll only lie to you."

I turn his words over in my mind as I fix up his order, a short black coffee to go.

He's obviously had a fight with Clark, but over what? Is this linked to the space-ship thing? I hand over the coffee with a smile, watching Lex stride out of the shop, still very angry.

I wonder what he meant when he said not to trust Clark. I do trust Clark, with all my heart. But now I know he's hiding something from me, so how can I trust him.

'He'll only lie to you' Lex said.

So what's he been lying about? It must have been pretty big for Lex and Clark to have a fight like that.

"Excuse me, can I please get some service here?" Calls a rather arrogant voice.

I blush, realizing I was day-dreaming, and hurry over to where the voice came from. A familiar blonde head turns to watch me, cold blue (A/N: or is it green? I suck with eye colours) eyes surveying me with despise. I plaster on my best fake smile and remind myself that Chloe practically is our best costumer. All she does is drink coffee.

"I'm sorry Chloe. What can I get for you?" I ask in my best waitress voice.

It sounds fake and sugary even to my own ears, and Chloe certainly isn't having any of it.

"Some decent service would be nice." She mutters snidely under her breath, and I quickly feel myself losing patience. "I'll take a cappuccino and a chocolate muffin."

"I'll be back in just a moment." I say, hurrying off to get the order.

I return within the minuet, carrying her order. One cappuccino and a chocolate muffin, both freshly made.

"Here you are." I say, placing the order on the table next to Chloe's trademark laptop.

"Uh, I said a blueberry muffin and a plain black coffee." She tells me, looking at me as if I'm some kind of disgusting slug.

Wait, I'm sure she asked for. it doesn't matter. The costumer is always right. That's the first rule of waitressing.

"I'm sorry, I'll go get your correct order."

I quickly trade the orders, making sure I get the largest muffin to make up for the confusion. Although I could of sworn she said chocolate muffin and cappuccino. Maybe I'm having hearing problems, that would explain the whole space-ship thing.

"I'm so sorry, here's your order." I apologize.

Once again she turns to me in disgust.

"I asked for a plain muffin and an iced coffee!" She exclaims.

That is it. She did not ask for that. I know she didn't ask for that, I don't have hearing problems. Chloe is just being a bitch.

"Chloe, no you didn't. You have changed your order three times now. Please just make up your mind." I try to say calmly.

"Lana, how can you accuse me of something like that? I am not the stupid one here okay? I run the school paper, I think I can remember a simple thing like what I ordered!" She says this loudly, making all the other costumers turn our way.

I feel my face flush, but I'm not letting her get away with this. I am not stupid.

"Chloe, just because you're having issues with Clark, don't take it out on me. Just order your coffee and stop creating problems." I mutter through gritted teeth, trying not to draw any more attention to myself.

That idea is totally wasted though, because not only is the whole café watching, but Clark has just walked in, un-be-known to Chloe, who continues on heedlessly.

"Creating problems? Me? You're the one who's been creating problems! Everything between me and Clark was just fine until you came along!" She says, her face turning red.

"No it wasn't." Clark interrupts, looking seriously at Chloe.

Immediately she lowers her voice and looks ashamed. The rest of the costumers turn back to there drinks, leaving us to sort ourselves out.

"What do you mean Clark?" She says, looking shocked.

I guess it never occurred to her that maybe I wasn't to blame.

"Look Chloe, we'll talk about this outside." Clark says, and leads her outside.

I throw him a grateful glance and he smiles that amazing smile back at me. Suddenly I feel like smiling too, just the sight of that tall boy with his dark hair and magnetic eyes can always elevate my mood. I wonder if I have the same effect on him? I can only hope.