A/N: Thanks for the reviews and the support! (I know a whole bottle of Jack Daniels sounds like a lot, but believe me, it's plausible.)

Chapter 2

A loud noise woke me up. My eyes slowly opened and I peered around at my surroundings. I was still in my living room, spanned across the sofa. The clock on the mantle read 8:00.
"Shit!" I swore, stumbling to my feet which I immediately regretted. I fell back onto my couch, my head spinning. The bottle of Jack Daniels rested at my feet, empty. Guilt settled in my stomach as I begun to question myself. Why do I do this? Is it to hurt the people I love?
No... I thought. No one loves me.

Taking my time, I washed my face and got dressed. I decided that I'd skip period one and two, which conveniently were my only classes with Clark Kent, besides working with him at the torch. When it neared 10:00, I left the house.
Buck, the dog that belonged to my neighbor, barked at me through the separating fence while a crowd of ditsy teenage girls across the street screamed as a sprinkler with an automatic timer on it caught them by surprise, drenching them.
The bright green lawns and tall white houses mocked me, giving me an overwhelming sensation of detachment. I feel ostracized in this town, I though to myself, I want to get out.

Smallville High school towered over my small frame as I made my way inside. Crowds of people were just standing around like sheep, blabbering too one another in their technoslave slang. I began to feel exhausted, so I started to plough through them.
I knocked into someones shoulder, said a brief sorry, and continued on my way, but the person stopped me.
"Sorry?" A nasal-sounding voice mocked. I turn around, hoping for the best, receiving the worst. It was a pack of coyotes, all glossed up in pink. I was surprised to see the pink princess camouflaging with the group, but without the sneer. I addressed their ring-leader.
"Yeah...sorry. I'm in a hurry." I said bluntly. She looked me up and down, disgust plastered across her face.
"Looking a little grungy today are we?" She said, referring to my wardrobe. I peered down at myself. I was wearing a black Ramones T-shirt, green army jacket, skinny black jeans and special edition grey converse shoes. I may have not been adorned with pink and purple, but I could hardly call myself grungy.
"Right..." I said, rolling my eyes and walking away.
"Just because you've finally realized that Clark will never like you doesn't mean you have to let yourself go." She calls after me. I stopped, turned around, and looked at Lana. She looked about 3 feet tall, the way she cowered.
"What B-S is this about?" I asked, loud enough to make a few people stare. The sickness began to pile itself in my stomach. "I can't take this drama right now..." I thought, "especially on top of a major hangover..."
Lana didn't answer, instead her hierarch did. "Everyone knows that you've been lovesick with Mr.K, but I think I'm going to have to ask you to step aside." she said, putting her hand on Lana's shoulder. Lana's eyes moved toward the floor.
"I don't know who's been telling you this jibberish," I said, glancing in Lana's direction. "but I can assure you that you've been miss-informed." "I was so careful..." I thought. "Is it that obvious?"
"Oh come on, even Clark knows it. Lana, tell her." she said, pushing Lana forward. Lana stumbled in my direction, almost colliding with a person walking past. She diverted her eyes from mine as she spoke.
"What have you been telling everybody, Lana?" I asked, my voice exposing the pain I felt.
"Well...uhhh...it's not like what they're saying is totally untrue..." she started, shuffling her feet.
"What would you know about me and my life?" I yelled. She looked up, finally meeting me eye to eye.
"Chloe, you don't have to get so mad." She held her hand out to console me. I smacked it away.
"Well at least I know now what our friendship meant to you." I said, finality in my voice. I turned around and began walking away, but for the second time, the ring-leader stopped me. Walking up behind me, she whispered in my ear "Watch out Sullivan, or your going to end up just like your father."
My fist tightened, and with one quick motion, my whole body spun around. My fist came in contact with her jaw, and she fell to the ground like a broken rag doll. Ignoring the cries of her clique and yells of observing students, I straddled her body on the floor, pinning her down. I began pummeling her face with my fists, all self control forgotten.
"Never ...ever...talk about...my Dad...AGAIN!" I screamed. Surrounding students began to make a tight circle around us, chants and cheering could be heard. "Fight, fight, fight...!"
"Chloe! stop it! Someone stop her! She's hurting Selina!" Lana cried, but her words fell on deaf ears. The girl I straddled, Selina, thrashed violently under me. Blood and tears began to appear on my fists, but that didn't faze me. I've seen a lot of blood in my time.
Mr. Aaro, the school councilor, came up from behind me, grasping at my shoulders. "Ms.Sullivan...get...off...her!" he yelled frantically, struggling to get me off Selina. I pushed him away, but I stoped beating up Selina anyways. She lay on the ground, unconscious. I got up to my feet, looking at the people around me.
"She killed her!" some students yelled. Mr. Aaro crouched beside Selina, checking her over. "It's alright kids, shes going to be okay. Hey you, get Mrs. Burgundy..." He motioned to a nearby student. He looked at me, fear and contempt in his eyes. "You..." he said, pointing a finger at me. "You go to the principal RIGHT NOW!"
I took a few steps back. Lana was at Selinas side, shaking and looking at me with fear. The other students barely moved, all of them were looking at me, both with fear and astonishment in their eyes. I turned and ran away, not fully believing what I had just done.

The principals office was slightly intimidating. The floor was a foreign mosaic of red, white and black. The walls were all made of a dark, rosy wood, and the big desk that sat in front of me matched. Thick, black curtains gave off a musty smell and managed to keep most of the light out of the room.
The sound of the door opening behind me gave me a start. The principal walked into the room, and sat in the chair behind the rosewood desk. "Chloe..." He said with a sigh. The principal and I weren't strangers. Sometimes he helped out at the torch, and I often had to interview him for articles. His name was Peter Grumble and he had a wife and two eight year old daughters.
"Ms.Sullivan... I have to say that I'm shocked by your behaviour. Witnesses say that you openly attacked Selina Hodge..."
"Are you kidding me?" I interrupted, "she's the one who provoked me! She said that..."
"Ms. Sullivan..."
"...If I wasn't careful..."
"Ms. Sullivan..."
"...I'd end up like my father."
"Ms. Sullivan!" He insisted, "I know what kind of character Ms.Hodge is, but that doesn't give you any right to do what you did to her! Christ! You knocked her unconscious!". Mr. Grumble's face was turning red, his greying hair revealed signs of balding. I melted into my chair, looking at the old man in front of me.
"Look...I'm sorry about what happened to you and your father, but I'm afraid that if I don't discipline you properly, Ms. Hudge's parents will be on my back like monkeys on bananas." He gave a faint laugh, trying to lighten up the atmosphere with his joke. It didn't work.
"Whats...my punishment?" I asked. Mr.Grumble sat up straight and clasped his hands together on his desk. "Since its the beginning of the year, and there hasn't been any previous offences..." He said. "Mr. Aaro and I have decided that you will be excused for the rest of the day, and will be removed from all extra-curricular activities..."
"The Torch? Thats not fai..."
"It's plenty fair, Ms. Sullivan! It could have been a lot worse." He said, his eyes intently boring into mine. I sensed finality in his voice, so I stopped arguing.
"Well, you may be excused. Goodbye Ms.Sullivan."
I stood up and left the room.