Heya. Sorry for all those who are reading my CSI fic, the next chapter is on my school account, and seeing as the internet is down…

This is Chlollie fic, and if I've stolen anyone's idea I'm sorry! Btw, this is AU completely. Ollie and Chloe are at school together. Twill be a multi-fic. I hope.

Chloe despised the popular crowd.

Everyone in it was either rich or beautiful, and they blatantly knew it. Lack of popular status meant you were neither.

Chloe did not like feeling ugly or poor.

It was a feeling that made her squirm. She could just feel the contempt the cheerleaders gave her when she walked passed them in the corridor, the mocking the jocks enjoyed inflicting on her when she wasn't there. She was sick of the hierarchy of the school, but to do anything about it would be a bad idea. There was only so much a geeky high school reporter could do and say before the wolves destroyed her.

But her best friend was a quarterback. And her best girlfriend was beautiful.

When did that make any sense?

Instead of hanging out with his jock friends, Clark would sit with Chloe and Lana outside on the grass, talking and laughing. Lana would go out bowling with her, just for the sake of it, and they'd have girl weekends.

This boosted her popularity slightly. People would talk to her more in the corridors. And guys even asked her out. But the ones she liked all turned out be meteor freaks.

All the popular people were stereotypical and predictable dammit.

So when Oliver Queen decided to transfer to Smallville High, Chloe wasn't really that surprised to see him sitting with the cheerleaders. He was a billionaire and had the body of a god. Of course Sabrina and her gang of minions would've snapped him up the first chance they got.

But Chloe found him intriguing all the same.

Oliver Queen always put on his best poker face for the cameras, the girls, even now he was doing it. But a sixteen year old shouldn't have to be going through that. He'd lost his parents, and now they were forcing him to take over the company.

"Come on Chlo, he's completely and utterly loaded! Not to mention rather gorgeous," Lana said, grabbing her friend's arm, "you must want to talk to him about his company and his personal life…"

"Ok ok ok stop right there! No way am I going to ask Oliver Queen about his personal life." They arrived at their lockers. Chloe opened hers and smiled. Another day another new story idea, "but I'll think about the business thing." Lana rolled her eyes.

"How did I know that's what you wanted to do…"