So this is what Oliver Queen's Metropolis apartment looked like.

Chloe was looking around the grand living room in utter amazement. She looked around for Oliver, who suddenly entered through the kitchen door.

Without a shirt on.

Chloe almost dropped everything she was carrying, and blushed a deep red. Oliver smirked at the blushing blonde reporter as he pulled a green t-shirt over his head.

"So you're the girl who's going to be interviewing me?" Chloe nodded, still speechless, "well, ask away. I don't have all day." The utter contempt in his voice made Chloe snap out of her reverie. She frowned.

"Ok, first off, this is not a tabloid interview. I'm not going to be asking you about your exes or your lifestyle. I'm asking about your company, about the job losses, your popularity when it comes to your employees," she glared at him, "so don't act I'm some dumb blonde. Because I'm not." Oliver was now the one who stared in shock. Chloe smiled slightly and sat down on his sofa, "ok. So where do you want to start? Your company?"

MM

Chloe thought the interview went well, even though Oliver looked at her throughout the entire thing as if she was a science experiment. He gave her incredibly satisfactory answers. She knew that the girls would only read the interview because, well, it was Oliver, but Chloe was just pleased that she could tell everyone that Oliver was a good enough guy, who knew what he was doing when it came to owning a company.

The Monday that Chloe came back to school, she walked to her locker to find Oliver standing there. Chloe didn't want to admit it to herself, but seeing him there made her heart skip a little. It wasn't like she was completely oblivious to his good looks…

"Good morning Queen," she had begun calling him this at the interview. Every time she did he would give her a small smile that made her feel so special. He gave her the same smile then,

"Sullivan," Chloe grinned.

"Not as if it's always good to see you standing beside my locker, why are you here? I mean, the cheerleaders may have my head if they see you talking to me..." Oliver chuckled and shook his head. He handed her a card. Chloe quirked an eyebrow and opened it, gasping as she did. It was a voucher for fifty dollars for her favourite coffee shop.

"I wanted to thank you; people have been looking at me as if I'm a normal person for the first time since your interview. It's a massive boost for me." Chloe smiled at him.

"It was no problem. I mean, you're a great guy Queen…"

"Call me Ollie." Chloe looked at her feet, was he flirting with her?

"You're a great guy Ollie, and I was so sick of only hearing about your personal life," Oliver grimaced slightly, "oh! Don't worry, I don't read that stuff, I was trying to do some research about your company policies, but all I found were you going out to clubs…" She quirked an eyebrow, "you do realise you're underage right?" Oliver gave her a look which made her laugh.

"That was one time, ok? They just edited it so that I looked like I was coming out of multiple clubs!" This made Chloe laugh even harder, so much so that Oliver began to laugh too.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me Ollie, I'm just curious as to how you got in…" Oliver shrugged his shoulders.

"They don't care whether you're sixteen, six or sixty. If you can get their club some publicity then you're in." Chloe looked at him in amazement.

"Well, that's a bit of an eye opener…" Oliver grinned. Chloe grabbed her books and shut the locker. Oliver held his hand out, and Chloe giggled. "I'm not weak Ollie. I can carry my books to English." Oliver smiled.

"I know, but I'm offering." Chloe shrugged her shoulders and handed Oliver her books. He pretended to fall under the weight of them, and she laughed. She was so engrossed she didn't notice Sabrina and her friends watching from the other side of the hall.

"What the hell is that bitch doing with my boyfriend?" Sabrina hissed, watching as Chloe and Oliver walked down the hall together. The rest of the cheerleaders looked at each other. Since when was she Oliver Queen's girlfriend?

"Sab, I know that Sullivan girl would never get anywhere near his heart, you've got nothing to worry about," Melanie said, trying to comfort the fuming head cheerleader.

Who am I kidding; they're obviously completely into each other. Just hope Sullivan knows what she's gotten herself into…