Lana stormed into the room. "Chloe!" she snapped. The blonde's head
flew up.
"Lana. I didn't expect to see you here."
"Yes, I'll bet you didn't," Lana said coldly. She threw the newspaper down on the desk where Chloe was working. "What the hell is this?"
"An editorial for the paper, what does it look like?" Lana glared at her icily. "What, you didn't think I'd just ignore my journalistic integrity, did you?
"Yeah, Chloe, that's exactly what I hoped you would do."
Chloe shrugged, but looked slightly amused. She liked watching "Little Miss Perfect, Lana Lang" squirm. "I'm sorry," she said in a sickeningly fake voice. "As a reporter, my job is to report what goes on at this school. Whitney just got kicked off the team because of you. I couldn't just ignore it, it's news."
"No Chloe. It's not news. It's my life. My private life, and none of your business. Which brings me to my next question. Who informed you about all this?"
"I keep my sources private Lana."
Chloe smirked. "Pete told me," she said simply.
"What? How did he find out? Who told …" her voice trailed off. She turned around and faced Clark. She looked at him incredulously. "You did," she whispered.
As she stared at him, betrayal evident in her eyes, he began to feel sick. And this time, he knew it wasn't because of her necklace. "Yeah, I told him." That was all Clark could think of to say to her. He'd promised that he would never hurt her, but he had.
"Right," she said. She looked at Chloe. "Anyway, for the record, we're not "friends" anymore. Who knows, maybe we never were." She spoke softly, her words sounded slurred. She turned towards Clark. Lana stared passed him and walked out of the room without even looking at him.
"Lana. I didn't expect to see you here."
"Yes, I'll bet you didn't," Lana said coldly. She threw the newspaper down on the desk where Chloe was working. "What the hell is this?"
"An editorial for the paper, what does it look like?" Lana glared at her icily. "What, you didn't think I'd just ignore my journalistic integrity, did you?
"Yeah, Chloe, that's exactly what I hoped you would do."
Chloe shrugged, but looked slightly amused. She liked watching "Little Miss Perfect, Lana Lang" squirm. "I'm sorry," she said in a sickeningly fake voice. "As a reporter, my job is to report what goes on at this school. Whitney just got kicked off the team because of you. I couldn't just ignore it, it's news."
"No Chloe. It's not news. It's my life. My private life, and none of your business. Which brings me to my next question. Who informed you about all this?"
"I keep my sources private Lana."
Chloe smirked. "Pete told me," she said simply.
"What? How did he find out? Who told …" her voice trailed off. She turned around and faced Clark. She looked at him incredulously. "You did," she whispered.
As she stared at him, betrayal evident in her eyes, he began to feel sick. And this time, he knew it wasn't because of her necklace. "Yeah, I told him." That was all Clark could think of to say to her. He'd promised that he would never hurt her, but he had.
"Right," she said. She looked at Chloe. "Anyway, for the record, we're not "friends" anymore. Who knows, maybe we never were." She spoke softly, her words sounded slurred. She turned towards Clark. Lana stared passed him and walked out of the room without even looking at him.