Hello Everyone! Here is a new fic that I just felt compelled to create and publish. It is definitely a Chlark fic, even though, on some occasions you may think otherwise. It will be short (I'm thinking 5 Chapters at most) and I hope you like it. By the way, I don't dislike Ollie (quite the contrary), but for the purposes of this story he is the bad guy…

Without further ado, please enjoy the story

Disclaimer: Iown nothing but the story and Tom Welling (in my dreams only… but hey it's something).

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Revenge thy name is "Ollie"

"You actually thought I liked you?" A smug grin played across Oliver Queen's handsome face, "Ha! Get real Chloe just look at you," he said eyeing her almost in disgust and turned to enter the high school gym holding Lana Lang by the waist.

Tears ran freely down Chloe's face, with her makeup ruined and the rain ruining her beautiful hot pink dress as well as the hairstyle she paid a fortune for, she walked aimlessly in the rain. She couldn't digest the words her friend uttered towards her. She had a crush on this guy since the day they met three years ago and when he asked her to prom she was beyond ecstatic. I mean, Oliver Queen… Oliver freakin' Queen had asked her to prom! He didn't ask Lana Lang the fairy princess of Metropolis Academy, or Alicia Baker the beautiful blonde model. Ollie, as she referred to him, asked her, plain ol' Chloe Sullivan to prom.

She couldn't believe it at first. For starters she was as far away from beautiful as it gets; she didn't have the body of a model like most of the cheerleading squad, she was more on the curvy –chubby, really—side; she had the worse sense of fashion ever imaginable. And she was very smart as well as the Editor of her school's newspaper. So yeah, she wasn't part of the in-crowd but she didn't mind really, she preferred a pen over pom-poms any day, but underneath it all she was a girl like any other hoping for her crush to ask her out.

As she walked out in the fields with her hair plastered to her face, her red rimmed eyes vacant and empty save the tears that fused with the rain drops. She feels someone drop a jacket on top of her head and she turns around slowly. Hazel met with sea green eyes and the water soaked him instantly but he didn't seem to mind, she braced herself and looked into his eyes, which had an unreadable emotion.

"I guess you're here to say 'I told you so'" she tried to laugh but her own sobs betrayed her. He didn't hesitate a moment to pull her into a hug.

"Never Chloe," his voice was soft but she could hear him even with the rain, "he doesn't deserve your tears, don't give him the satisfaction."

She griped the fabric of his shirt tighter, "I t-thought..He…we," her voice broke into more sobs.

"Shh," he tried to soothe her, "it's going to be okay," he picked her up in his arms and went into super-speed.

A blink later they were both at the loft and Clark was setting Chloe down on an old couch. moved some locks of her beautiful blonde hair away from her face and sat down next to her. "I should have known," she whispered to no one in particular. "I mean look at me—" she mentioned this in disgust at herself.

"Don't." He cut her off sternly, "Don't ever say stuff like that," he cupped her cheeks in his hands, "you're beautiful Chloe don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"But Clark, I'm no Lana Lang," she smiled sadly at him, "at the most I'm just average. Ollie was right in what he said" She shrugged and rested her body against Clark's chest. Oh, Clark was always there for her, to listen to her ramblings about the mysterious and unexplained, to help her when she got in danger following some leads, and as always to lend her a shoulder when her heart was shattered.

"Who cares about Lana," he stroke her hair gently, they were still wet but paid no attention to it, "and Ollie is just a stuck up idiot snob, you know that,"

They stayed in comfortable silence after that.

Clark could barely conceal the rage that was boiling inside him, how dare anyone, much less a stuck up playboy do this to his Chloe. Sure he had warned her since the very beginning that people like Oliver were never good news, and she didn't listen. She was too enamored with the idea of having the attention of the blonde jock to listen to his warnings, in fact they even fought about it on several occasions and time after time she would defend the billionaire. One time she even accused him of being jealous of Oliver but laughed it off by saying that it wasn't possible because they were only friends. He on the other hand, didn't disagree on her assertion that he was jealous, because he actually was, but he knew that Chloe didn't like him that way.

Chloe was still quite devastated from her heartbreak, after having the man she had longed for years crush her heart in a million pieces she vowed silently that one day she will get her revenge on him. One day she will make him regret the day he broke Chloe Sullivan's heart in front of the whole Metropolis Academy alumnus. She vowed to make that billionaire fall head over heels for her and dump him when he least expected –right after she had him wrapped around her finger that is.

Before drifting off to sleep Chloe said, "Thank you Clark for always being there for me,"

He stroked her back gently and heard her snore lightly, "I'll always be there for you Chloe," she kissed the top of her head.

7 years later…