Chapter 4: What that damn note actually said

"Here, I think it says, stop by coffee shop and make small talk with Lana, then, hmmm, what does that say?" Oh holy crap. This is not good. She started blushing. Dammit. What a way to spill your coffee. All over everything. What a pity. Oops. Well, it's the best thing she could come up with, all right. Don't be so critical. Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Her surprised look didn't cover her bright-red face very well. "It's fine. Let me wipe that up for you." Gaze. Wow. You really have amazing eyes. Oh crap that was out loud again.

Lana proceeded to clean the table in front of Chloe. Slowly. Deliberately. Like shoving her chest in Chloe's face would solve anything. Hello? I mean- hey I think I like this. So this is what goes on in strip clubs. Strip Clubs, there's an article to put in the paper; "Strip Clubs. What Guys really do in there." Maybe Pete can help. Oh crap. My list. Oh crap. This organisation thing really bites. Oh wait. Lana's still moping up coffee in front of me. Flaunting all of her feminine attributes right in my face.

Oh my god. Is Lana flirting with me? Oh my god! That's why she never went out with Clark. But what about Jockstrap? Lana likes me. What am I going to do. Oh wait. I like Lana. I should have written that down. Oh wait. I did. And she read it. And now I'm here and- aaaaaah. Chloe felt something on her stomach. Lana had stopped mopping the coffee off the table, and had started mopping the coffee of Chloe. This is not good. This is a public place. People are watching. She hopped out of the booth abruptly. I'm going to leave now. See'ya later Lana. Bye. And she left.

"5...4...3...2...1" counted Lana, out loud. And Chloe marched right back in the Talon, grabbed her sopping wet list out of Lana's hand and left again. And she marched back in, and grabbed her bag. And she left. One last thing. My laptop. Now I think I can leave. Bye Lana. See you at the Talon later. We still have some work to finish. Lana Lang likes me, Lana Lang likes me. Ha. Eat that. The one thing Clark Kent can't have wants me. I so rock. But Clark has Lex. No fair. I love his cars though. That metallic purple Porsche is hot. So's Lex actually. And so's Clark I might add. Clark! The barn! Chemistry! This list needs re-writing. And off Chloe scampered to the barn. To see the guy who used to like the girl who likes me.