*OOF*

Chloe stumbled a bit as a body bumped into her from behind and she turned to shoot Whitney a heated glare.

"Watch it, Fordman," she whispered hotly.

He held up his hands in surrender and even in the darkness, with nothing but the moon to cast a mysterious glow upon them, he could see her roll her eyes at him and grinned.

Ignoring the annoying jock and resuming her cautious stalking, Chloe was forced to question herself for the tenth time that evening what the hell she was doing there, creeping through the Smallville woods in the dead of the night.

When Pete had told her and Clark earlier that day that Jarod Russell, the new guy in town who was on his team, had organised a paintball game and he wanted them to come along, she was reluctant to give in, but the puppy look from her best friend was unable to resist. Sure enough, Clark had immediately invited Lex Luthor, who (surprisingly enough) agreed.

´The meteor rocks must've finally fried that billionaire brain of his,´ she mused.

Pete had to practically drag her to the meeting point, which was near the old windmill, with her trying to escape every time she thought he wasn't paying attention. Unfortunately for her, he didn't let her out of his sight, and they finally arrived at the sight.

Once there, Chloe almost had a heart attack. The place was swamped with either members of the football team, or sporting some other testosterone game that seemingly required the brain capacity of an ape.

´This must be cheerleader heaven,´ she snorted. ´Being the only girl within a mile radius while surrounded by jocks.´

Among the many cars, she had spotted Clark's truck, parker right next to gorgeous silver Porsche that was probably worth more than her house. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the expensive vehicle belonged to the youngest Luthor, especially if you consider the license plate screaming LEX right in your face.

´God! If his ego gets any bigger, we'd all be crushed!´

After Jarod Russell, the mind behind the whole event, had finished explaining the rules and distributing the paintball-guns, everyone had been divided into teams. For some strange reason, Jarod chose her to be in his team, together with James Denton and Whitney Fordman. Ofcourse, (to torture her, she was sure) Lex, Pete and Clark had been allowed to stay together as a group.

Chloe had been ready to sneak off, just as she was struck by an idea. A brilliant one for that matter. She would be able to get sweet revenge on her friends for convincing her into doing this by beating them in the paintball game. And kicking her boss´ ass also didn't seem that unattractive to her. She could torture them with this for years. Even the thought of it made her nervous with anticipation. Plus, the winner was supposed to get a prize.

The sound of an animal pulled her out of her reverie, and she sighed when she realized that it was Whitney making those sounds, signalling to the others that it was safe. ´They take this way too seriously.´

She looked down at her outfit, which consisted of a black top that said GI JANE, ragged, black jeans and a pair of grey sneaker. It was comfortable and still looked presentable, but it did make her stand out among the others.

Glancing at Fordman out of the corner of her eye, she studied his profile. He was, like all the guys (except for Mr Luthor), dressed in combat clothes, complete with the binoculars and war paint.

Chloe found it all too ridiculous, but Jarod had refused to begin if she didn't put on any war paint. Not wanting to spoil everybody else's fun, she'd reluctantly complied and he had smeared some black and green stuff onto her face, standing too close to her than necessary. She had noticed the fact, but had been too busy with being embarrassed to give it a second thought.

Soon enough, Russell and Denton joined her and Whitney and they slowly continued on further into the woods, careful not to make any loud noises that would give their position away to the other teams. Normally, it would've been hilarious to see the three most popular guys in school hide behind trees and bushes and raising their paintball guns at even the slightest breeze, but at the moment, it was difficult to find humour in the situation.

~TBC~

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