The Secret Life of Chloe Sullivan

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The Secret Life of Chloe Sullivan
By Hollywood Recycle Bin

Fairy tale princess.

That's what she was. A fairy tale Princess, stuck in her ivory tower waiting for her prince charming to sweep her off her feet and live happily ever after. Except she doesn't knows who her prince charming is. At least, not anymore.

She thought it was Whitney but then she thought it was Clark, and now she probably doesn't know what she thinks anymore, though I know that's probably my fault. Still, I don't think the girl knows the first thing about love. Not the real life kind anyway, she probably still reads sleeping beauty before going to off bed every night hoping to wake up in the same way Aurora did.

I read sleeping beauty too. "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty" to be exact. Not that I ever plan on being her prince or anything. Though there are times I wonder if she ever thought of me that way.

She probably did when I kissed her that first time, with her lying there on her bed, her eyes closed and her pretty face still in her sleep. Lana doesn't get bad hair when she sleeps, not like I do anyway. She never needed to spend hours blow drying her hair for it to look perfect, no, all she ever needed was to run a fine comb through it a few times and it was perfect, just like everything else about her body.

She was beautiful, so beautiful. And for a moment I wanted to know that beauty. To know what it felt like, to know what it tasted like. I wanted to know what Clark felt when he pressed his lips against her and devoured her like he should have devoured me.

Her lips were soft, wet, and I would described them as being like the petals of a freshly watered rose if I didn't think it sounded completely clich.

I was a little surprised when she opened her mouth and let me in. The feel of her tongue felt electrifying against my own as it entwined for nearly a minutes. It would have been an amazing kiss if it weren't for the fact that she hadn't brushed her teeth yet and her mouth tasted sour, bitter, clammy and quite disgusting. A little like how I felt when I realized what I was doing. Oh well, at least I know her body isn't completely perfect all the time.


She sounded startled and her eyes were wide open, looking confused. Very much like she does around Clark every time he does...whatever it was that he does that never fails to confuse everyone.

We just sat like that for an eternity with Lana looking at me with that innocently confused look that never fails to make her look even cuter. It was that moment that a thought hit me. I will never win. Not against this. Not against her.

But the thought was quickly shoved away. I can't give up on him now, not after that night of near perfection. Clark means too much to me. More than Lana will ever understand, she doesn't know what it's like to be a mere mortal amongst gods.

It wasn't until my father called out to us telling us that we were going to be late for school that we finally broke out of whatever weird dimension it was that we were in. We didn't talk about it on the ride to school and Lana avoided me for the most part of the day.

Smallville High was moving at it's usual pace without rampant mutants about to cause trouble. Unfortunate since the boredom left a lot of room in my mind to think about what I did. I still wasn't over the shock even though I was the initiator of that kiss. I hope that Lana won't decide to move to Metropolis with her aunt now because of what happened. As much as I want Clark all to myself, I still didn't want her to leave. She's still my...

My what?

My friend? My "sister"? My worthy opponent?

I highly doubt she is any of them, at least not now. People don't usually kiss their friends in that way, nor do they do that with their sister (eww) or their opponent.

A flash of baby pink caught the corner of my eye and I turn and saw her. She was currently at her locker putting all of her pink note books of various shades into it. That girl's way too attached to that colour I thought as I looked at her. When she noticed I was watching she turned to look at me, a bright pink blush gracing her cheeks as she looked down to the floor. She could have been smiling, I couldn't really tell since her hair fell over her face.

I didn't even notice I was still walking until I ran into a thick solid and warm brick wall.

It was Clark.

"Hey Chloe, you alright?" he asked as he looked at me. His tanned face full of concern.

"I'm, fine Clark" I say as I look up at him. His green eyes were mesmerizing and hypnotic and I felt myself staring at it. Not really able to look away.

"Are you sure Chloe, you look a little dazed today. Sure you don't want to go to the nurse?" he asked again in a concerned voice.

"No, I'm fine, Clark, just getting brain freeze from calculus. Nothing an Almond Mocha Frappuccino at the Talon can't cure" I say with my best, "I'm fine, don't worry" smile. He seemed to have bought it and smiled back. God, Clark has a beautiful smile. Those fangs of his made him look innocent and mischievous at the same time in a way that's completely irresistible and those pouty lips just seem to be begging for a kiss. How can a guy look so pretty yet manly at the same time?

"Hey guy," Lana said as she walked over to them and Clark's smile grew brighter. Typical, so typical.

But Lana wasn't smiling at Clark today. She was smiling at me; a blindingly bright one just like the one Clark's giving her. Her eyes had sparkle to it as it wrinkled on the side and that's when I notice that both of their eyes were green, though Lana's has more of a hazel green colour than Clark's blue green. I looked at the both of them standing next to each other. They look pretty together.

I gave Lana a small smile and hers brighten even more.

It was at that moment that something in Lana's eyes caught me. I recognized that look. It was the look she gave Whitney before she kissed him. The same look she used to give to Clark.


That's another word that comes to mind for most people when they think of her. I think the same thing, except probably for an entirely different reason. It was what she tasted like on our second kiss. We were watching Casablanca and eating ice cream in the living room. It was cherry vanilla, my favorite and she was sitting right next to me on the sofa when it dripped onto her neck and down her shirt. I was grabbing for a tissue when she wiped the stain with her finger and placed them over my lips. The question was silent but I heard her loud and clear. "Do you want me?" it asked and with a swipe of my tongue over her long soft fingers, I answered her.

The kiss tasted different than the last one, but the rhythm was similar as she messaged her tongue against mine. Her skin was sticky where the ice cream had spilled and I let go of her lips long enough to run my tongue over it. Ice cream tasted better on skin.

I don't exactly remember taking our clothes off but I do remember the feel of her against me. It was soft, with light curves and smooth skin that looked like it would bruise with the slightest force. So different from Clark's unbreakable body and I wonder if she's doing the same thing I am; comparing me to Clark. I wonder if this is how Clark had imagined it in his dreams, Lana spread out before him, naked, eager and breathless, her skin so soft it felt like cream, her pupils dilated in ecstasy, her legs spread wide and her nipples hard and wet from the sucking of his lips. I wonder if she'll stroke her hair as he touched her, or bite against her already swollen lips as he slips inside her. I wonder if he'll mark her like I'm doing with my teeth and lips as he pumps himself into her. My fingers feel sticky inside of Lana, but I don't stop, I keep pushing them in and out in and out, it's rhythm like the beat of a drum. Lana's fingers were inside me too, moving to the same endless beat, as if the music will continue to play forever.

I wonder if Clark will ever touch me like this.

Lana came screaming out my name. I bit my lips to stop from screaming out Clark's.

Clark Kent quit today. Not just the torch but also me. We've stopped the friendship, though I'm still not sure how that happened. Friendships aren't like romantic relationships. It wasn't quittable, it only stops after a betrayal or a drift and that certainly wasn't what happened between us. Clark didn't betray me, not really, not in a way that friends betray each other.

I know I didn't have the right to do that to him. I mean he wasn't my boyfriend or anything; even if I desperately want him to be. God I feel like such a bitch for that but I just couldn't help it.

And I couldn't exactly blame it on Lana either. I know she didn't want Clark anymore, at least not as much as before. I know because I see the way she looks at me. It was the way I look at Clark, and the way Clark looked at her. She's having it just as hard as the rest of us. Even if she does have the advantage of actually getting physically intimate with the one she wanted. Though I'm not sure how much of an advantage that is; to be so close to what you want. To be able to feel it and touch it knowing full well that it wasn't for you. It must be as much a torture for her as it is a pleasure.

One might ask why I do it with Lana if I didn't want her. To be honest I'm not so sure. Maybe it was because I think that at least one of us should get what they want. Maybe it was because I wanted to get back at Clark for not wanting me by taking what he wants but can't have. Maybe it was because I wanted to know what it is about Lana that's captured him so much. Maybe it was because I wanted to know what he would feel like if he had her. Or maybe it was because I wanted to just let go of everything, to not think about it and just feel.

Maybe it was all of them. I don't know. And I don't think I ever will.

God I still can't believe I lost Clark over this. Well, maybe it was for the best, I would never be able to get over him otherwise.

A devil lent me a helping hand today.

Amongst the destruction of the torch, my ruined sanctuary, he came and helped me up with his honeyed voice and generous offer.

"Perhaps with my help we could make history together," he had said with the most deep and beautiful voice that I've ever heard. I never knew the devil could be so appealing. Though I knew there was an ulterior motive. A billionaire like Lionel Luthor doesn't help small town high school newspaper editors without wanting something in return.

I took the helping hand anyway. It was what I needed and it didn't look like it had strings attached to it. At least not yet.


Lana Lang is always desirable. Everybody wants Lana Lang. And as much as I envy it, I know it's not always a gift. Not when the one you desire most is the only one unaffected by it. I know who Lana Lang desires, and it's not Clark Kent. No matter how much she tries for it to be.

I saw them kissing last night; Clark and Lana, in the loft after the rehearsal dinner, all dressed up and looking like something out a cheesy romance movie. Just after Clark promised me that we wouldn't keep secrets from each other anymore. Just after I declined the once in a life time offer of my own column at the Daily Planet because Lionel wanted me to spy on him.

God I hate them. Both of them.

I guess I know why they did it; I mean Clark had wanted Lana ever since he's hit puberty, maybe even before that. As for Lana, well I guess she got scared. Scared of what she's become. Scared of what's going to happen. It wasn't about being a homosexual that bothered her, no; it was never about that, she didn't care about that. It was because she finally realized that she couldn't change my mind; that she can't make me want her like she wants me even if she kept throwing herself at me over and over again. She probably couldn't stand it anymore and needed someone to want her too.

I guess you could say she's doing the exact same thing I did with Clark. Karma is such a bitch.

That thought didn't help though.

At least Clark got the illusion that Lana wants him back. He's the luckiest one out of all of us. The bastard doesn't fucking deserve it, not after everything he's put me through. All the lies and deception under that pretty smile. All those talks of friendship while never really being there for me. I'm always the one he calls when he needs something, want something. He's never there when I needed him, wanted him. I still can't believe I stuck up for him with Lionel.

I wonder if that offer still stands.

She lied to me again today. Acted like nothing was going on between her and Clark.

I wanted to rip her pretty head off. How stupid does she think I am?

So I decided to play their little game with them. I acted like I believed her; believe that she was still all mine. I grabbed her by the shoulders and attacked her lips in the most vicious way. It wasn't about desire this time. It was about power, possession and control and I loved it; love throwing her down onto the bed and marking her with painful bruises as she moaned beneath me, love the pretty noises she makes as I tasted her. My hands hurt from holding her so tightly and my jaw was starting to ache from the hard sucking but I didn't care; I wanted to show her that I own her. That she was mine and that no matter what she did, or who she got with she will always be mine.

Once again Lana came screaming out my name as she flooded my mouth. I notice dark purple bruises forming on her torso as I pushed her down on the floor. Lana has a very talented tongue; small, velvety, wet and quick. She knows exactly how I like it. It felt so good to hold her head between my legs, trapping her there as I look down upon her stained face.

I was finished within minutes. I had learnt to stop calling out names a long time ago.

"You were right about Clark. He wasn't who I thought he was." I sounded cold and bitter and I know it. And I'm sure Lionel heard it in my voice too. He's nothing if not perceptive. That's how devils work after all, they know how others feel and use it to their advantage.

He gave me an unsurprised "oh".

"I'm surprised I hadn't noticed earlier. So much for my crack journalistic instinct" I added with a touch of resentment. Or maybe more than a touch.

"No, no, love has a way of blinding even the sharpest minds. We don't look because we don't want to see. But once love has been stripped away, then we see the real person clearly. They're revealed to us with all their flaws, their foibles, and their secrets."

His voice was caressing me again; smooth and deep, like a river washing over me; cleansing me, drowning me. I wanted to let myself drown in it. To wash away all of Clark and Lana; physically, mentally, spiritually, I didn't really care at that moment. I just wanted to get away from them all. And the quick solution to that was staring right at me in the face.

Lionel Luthor had spidery hands. A little rough with experience but an expert in everything it does. His wiry curls gave me goose bumps as they rubbed against my skin. So different from Lana. So different from Clark.

He was a man who took care of himself as seen in the lean but firm tanned muscles, covered with short brown hair that tickled with every touch. He was a devil who always held himself like a god. A look at his eyes and I could see all the powers of the universe.

I felt a little lost here in his bedroom as I leaned against the bed post. Everything here was antique and delicate and here I was, young, new and out of place; like a shiny new toy in a room filled with dust Not that anything here had even a bit of dust on it. No, the only thing that felt dirty here was me. But I let the feeling slide anyway. I need to do this. Need to feel more than the warm arms of Clark Kent around my shoulders, more than the feather light touches of Lana Lang on my thighs.

Lionel placed a hand on my shoulders again before turning me around and kissing me. It tasted like scotch, bitter with a sharp tang. I don't know much about alcohol but I know enough to know that it was strong, just like Lionel was. And not in a way that Clark was strong either, not the hardness under the blush, no, Lionel's strength was there for all to see in every stride, every gesture, and every breath.

Lionel wasn't my first time with a man. He was my second. The first was a mistake, a cute and innocent mistake but a mistake nonetheless. Jimmy Olsen was an adorable, albeit geeky photographer. I met him at the Daily Planet the summer after Clark left me to save Lana. I was his first time too; I could see it in his eyes. I thought it was destiny at first but then I realized it was really just me fooling myself. I wasn't over Clark yet and sometimes I think I never will be.

It was different this time. Different from all of them. This time I let myself get lost in it. Let myself go into the hands of someone so much more powerful than me. This time, unlike any other times, I was passive. I lay spread out on the Egyptian silk, waiting for him, offering myself to him the way Lana usually does for me; eagerly, wantonly. I let him do whatever he wanted with my body, let him make me forget about them with his rough hands and his hard body. He felt strange inside me, nothing like Lana's soft mouth or delicate fingers, or even Jimmy's careful rhythm and slow penetration. Lionel was fast and confident, he knew exactly how and where to touch and when.

He made me forget for a while. At least until I came to the image of Clark fucking Lana.


That's how Lana always sees herself. Everyone that ever meant anything to her left her, whether alive or in a body bag. First her parents died when she was three when the meteor shower hit. Then there's Emily Dinsmoore, childhood best friend who drowned and came back as a clone and tried to kill her before disappearing without a trace. And who could forget Whitney; Lana's first boyfriend, died during an explosion while fighting for his country in the marines. And then there's her dear Aunt Nell who left her for Metropolis with her boyfriend though she didn't really leave Lana by choice, Lana chose to stay in Smallville instead of leaving us which is how she ended up with me. And of course Henry Small, Lana's recently discovered biological father who had to leave her to save his crumbling marriage.

I wonder if something will happen to me too if I stick with her for long enough.

Anyway it happened again today. Another person abandoned Lana; the last person that I ever expected to. Clark Kent.

Only he didn't just abandoned Lana. He abandoned me. He abandoned all of us. He abandoned Smallville.

I only found out when I came back from my meeting with Lionel to see Lana crying on the bed. At first I thought she had caught me, but then I realized the improbability of that happening and asked her what's wrong. It all came tumbling out in a river of tears.

There was some sort of explosion at the Kent's farm. Martha Kent lost her baby. Clark blamed himself and ran away on his dad's motorbike.

That was about as much sense I could make out as Lana snuggled up against me; her tears wetting my black blouse. I knew she was blaming herself for him leaving even if it probably didn't have anything to do with her. I knew because I'm doing the same thing.

Maybe we were to blame for him leaving. Maybe he found out about us. Maybe he found out about my deal with Lionel. I don't know what happened but I'm sure I'll find out.

Lana pressed her wet lips against mine. I tasted salty tears on them and felt the numbing pain of guilt.

There's something wrong with the world when I can say "I'm cheating on Lana Lang with Lionel Luthor" and it's the truth. There's something more wrong with it when Clark Kent, sweet, wholesome, corn-fed all American farm boy runs away to Metropolis and becomes a one man motorcycle gang. And to make things even more twisted and grim Lex Luthor`s plane crashed during their honey moon. Only his new wife came back to tell the heroic tales. She's lying if you ask me; I think she couldn't wait to for him to be declared dead instead of missing so she could inherit everything. Though maybe that's just Lionel talking; I've been spending way too much time with him.

I checked my desk again. Nope, the memo on hell freezing over did not arrive yet.

Now that Clark's gone, Lana and I are back together, just like we were before Lana decided to go out with Clark except this time it was different. This time I had secrets, big secrets.

I continued to sleep with Lionel, every Saturday afternoon at his office, I told everyone I was going to the Daily Planet to work on an article which I did, afterwards. I still slept with Lionel because he could make me forget about everything, even if it was just for a little while, and it was something I desperately needed. Lionel doesn't know I was also sleeping with Lana, just like Lana doesn't know I'm sleeping with him.

I also gave Lionel some of my research on Clark. Nothing he couldn't find on his own though, just adoption information, news clippings etc. Just that was enough to fill a book. For one innocent farm boy he has a lot of mystery surrounding him. Most of the stuff I gave Lionel was what he already knew. I was stalling for something, I'm not quite sure what it is yet but I have a feeling that I was waiting for Clark to come back on a white horse and shining armor to get me out of this mess.

Lionel wasn't the only secret though.

The truth is I knew exactly where Clark was. He was in a fancy apartment in Metropolis partying all night. I'm not so sure how he got the money to do so but I have a feeling it has something to do with all the bank robberies that has been going on there. There was nothing I could do to stop him though. Just like there was nothing I could do to bring him back.

Lana doesn't know that I know though. If she knew she would tell the Kents. I have an idea how strong Clark is even if I don't know the reason behind it and I don't want anyone getting hurt. This wasn't the Clark Kent everyone knew and loved. This was somebody else with his face, his body.

In a way I'm kind of glad that I'm the only one who knew where Clark was. It made me feel closer to him again, even if this wasn't the Clark I wanted. Made me feel like I'm the only one he can trust; his confident; despite the fact that I'm probably one of the most untrustworthy person in Smallville right about now with all of my secrets and lies.

I go visit Clark every three of weeks. It was always the same. I tried to talk him into coming back and he told me never to come and see him again before kicking me out.

I could barely look at Mr. and Mrs. Kent's faces as I help them put up the "Have you seen this boy?" posters around town. Still, I couldn't help but smile at the picture they chose of him. It was the dorkiest, geekiest picture of Clark I have ever seen in my life. I look sadly at the picture again, the young innocent face smiled brightly at me.

No, I haven't seen this boy. I haven't seen him in a long time.

Lionel came to me for more info on Clark yesterday. I told him I didn't have anything to give him because Clark is missing. I knew he was on to me but there wasn't anything I could do about it.

I decided to warn Clark after Lex's funeral. I saw him there for a while, his face was hardened to hide it but I could see how tormented he was over Lex's death. He was only there for a little while before disappearing again just before Doctor Helen Luthor could put on a show.

I went to wait for him at his apartment. It was clean with shiny steel and glass elevators. A lot more than any runaway teenager from a small town could afford, especially if their parents were broke and losing their farm. I stared out at the grey blue sky as I waited for him; everything looks hard here; cold, as if everything had been tinted ice blue. So different from the rustic wholesomeness of Smallville with its bright yellow sun and acres of golden corn stalks. I guess I wasn't the only one who wanted to get away and forget about everything. Our goal was exactly the same except he tried to get away geographically and I did it by sleeping with a man older than my father.

It's amazing how things turn out. I can't wait for this topsy turvy roller coaster ride to come to an end so I could get back to the boring old days.

Clark threw me out again; nearly literally this time, just after I called him a coward for leaving. The Clark Kent I knew would never hurt me like that.

But when he did I notice a strange urgency in his voice and he had a grimace on his face. His eyes showed pain, not the sad metaphorical kind but real physical pain, like he was going to collapse and needed desperately to hold onto and squeeze something. Luckily I got away from him before he could do that.

I ended up telling Lana that I knew where Clark was. It wasn't pretty. At least it wasn't as bad as it could have been. She would have made a bigger scene out of it if there weren't so many people at the Talon. Lana had been avoiding me since Clark left, more so after I told her to give up on him because he doesn't want to be found and now I've made it worst, yet again. God why can't anything go right anymore?

"I love him" I heard her say over and over again as the scene repeated itself in my head.

"Look me in the eye and say that again," I tell her.

"I love him," she said, her hazel green eyes staring right at me for a second before it looked away and blinked. She was lying between her teeth and I knew it.

"Well then. Go get him," I say before handing her a small piece of paper with Clark's address on it. Even if I hate seeing them together I hope she succeeds in bringing him back. Life's not the same without Clark Kent in it.

Clark came back eventually. Lana told Mr. Kent where Clark was and he went to get him himself. At least he didn't come back because of Lana. Clark and I were back to being friends. I have more or less given up my pursuit of him; nothing good can come out of it and I was already in enough of a mess as it is. I don't want my romantic life to get all tangled in it too. As for Lana, last I heard Clark's not sure whether he's giving her up or not, all I know is that she's not talking to me anymore.

I cornered her at the Talon before she dragged me to the manager's office for privacy. She said she was busy and I told her to cut the crap. So she accused me of lying about Clark and I accused her of lying about her and Clark. She called me childish for bring that up again and I accused her of being the pot calling the kettle black. A few pencil holders were broken before we made any real progress (most of them thrown at me by Lana).

Lana suggested that we take a break from each other and I was alright with that.

I told her I was sorry before I walked out the door. This thing we have between us was never suppose to happen anyway.

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