Today was just like any other day. She woke up, went to her morning classes that she miraculously shared with Oliver, had lunch with both Oliver and Tommy, and forced herself to muddle through the rest of her classes without Oliver by her side.
Struggling to keep herself focused on what the teacher was droning on and on about, Laurel felt a familiar soft touch, almost a tickling sensation, as if Oliver himself was running his fingertips along her right side even though he was nowhere near her. Closing her eyes she let the sensation wash over her for a few moments, just breathing softly as she found herself finally able to focus on something.
As the sensation faded she opened her eyes again and suddenly realized that the teacher was not only standing right in front of her desk but was also trying to get her attention.
"Laurel, are you all right?" Her eyebrows were knitted together and Laurel felt her cheeks and neck warm at the thought of how out of it she must have appeared.
"I- I'm fine." She stumbled before changing her mind, "Actually, no, I'm not feeling the greatest, may I go get a drink of water and use the restroom? I think perhaps I just need to move around a little bit." Not for the first-time Laurel was glad she was usually adept at keeping secrets and this little white lie wouldn't be a problem for anyone. She just needed to know if that feeling meant what she thought it did.
"Yes, you may go."
In a flash, Laurel slid her books into her bag and was striding out the door, weaving her way through the hallways to the nearest girls bathroom so she could check. She all but threw herself into the largest stall and slammed the door closed behind herself.
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Laurel tried to calm her excited nerves, sure that in only a few moments she would find the name Oliver Queen now etched into her skin. Opening her eyes again she looked down as she peeled her tank top up to see where the mark would be.
Her mouth hung open, lips parted in disbelief, as she stared at the one thing she hadn't been expecting: a name other than Oliver Queen.
"What the h*** kind of name is Green Arrow."