The Cliche
Chapter 1: First Day of High School
Olicity is one of my all-time favourite OTPs.
Rated T for now, but later it will be rated M as the story progresses.
This story takes place in High School so both Oliver and Felicity will be teenagers.
I don't yet know how many chapters this story will contain, but I'm planning on at least 10.
I hope you liked it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or any of its characters.
Felicity has always given a lot of thought to high school. All the different courses she herself can choose to take. All the things she will learn and hopefully stay away from all the stupid popular kids who always love to make fun of nerds.
Like seriously Four-eyes is so unoriginal if you want to give someone a demeaning nickname at least make it clever.
Anyway, High School is Felicity's´ ticket to university, which is her ticket to an amazing job where she will invent the newest technology and that is her ticket to eternal happiness. But before any of that can happen she has to get through the next three years.
Oh yeah, Felicity skipped Freshman year and jumped straight from middle school to Sophomore year. Thanks to her brilliant intelligence, and determination to not end up like her mother.
Starting out as a sophomore with people who have already been aquatinted for a year, and on top of that being a whole year younger than everyone else, and also being on a scholarship, is not exactly the ideal situation for fitting in. Therefore, the best solution Felicity can hope for. Is just to be invisible.
That means spending the next three years with her head down. Although that may be difficult when she plans on excelling in every class, there is a silver lining. As luck will have it her best friend Berry Allen of five years. Is also a very smart cookie, and will be attending Starling City High School along with Felicity.
Looking in the mirror has never exactly been Felicity's favourite thing. Right now, standing in front of her floor length mirror in her small bedroom, all she sees is her dirty brown coloured hair that never quite agrees with being tamed. Her dull blue eyes that always refuse to sparkle like all those girls on TV. Her slightly freckled nose and her big purple glasses, that have the habit of sliding down her nose, whenever she buries herself in her codes or building a super computer.
Starling High has uniforms in their school colours blue, grey and white.
Seriously couldn´t they have picked some more fun colours. Like yellow or purple or fuchsia.
Fuchsia is the best.
It´s always been her favourite colour in the whole world. She has always wished that she could pull of that colour as a lipstick. Felicity just thinks that the bold make-up choice will make her stand out a bit too much, or even her worst nightmare. Make her noticed.
Putting her hair up in a ponytail, trying to get all those pesky strands to behave, she straightens up and glances at herself. "Well, this as good as it´s going to get" she mumbles. Then she grabs her school bag and bounces down the stairs, all the while humming Taylor Swifts newest tune.
"Morning mum," Felicity chirps, making sure to add more cheeriness in her voice than she feels. "I can´t believe this is my first day in high school. I am so excited".
Her mother glances up from her fashion magazine, with a knowing gleam in her eyes. "Yes, you certainly sound like you are," she says closing the magazine, her perfectly manicured nails sparkling in the morning sunlight. Miss Smoak puts the magazine down on the kitchen table, folds her hands, settles them on top of the table and gives her daughter a serious look.
"I need you to promise me something Baby Girl" Donna tells her in a confident tone. "Before your high school experience is over, I want you to try and have fun, to go on dates, flirt with boys and have endless fun with all the great friends you are going to make." Donna sighs and continues with a slight quiver in her voice. "I want you to promise me that you are going to try your hardest to make memories you can cherish forever". Donna finishes her emotional speech with her eyes glistening.
Felicity fiddles nervously with the cuff of her blue blazer sleeve, trying not to look her mum in the eye.
"Mum I´m just not interested in those kinds of things. Parties have to loud music, I mean come on, we´re young we´re not deaf. Does it have to be so loud? And as for the dating, it´s not like boys are ever going to be interested in me" she mumbles with a hint of sadness in her voice and still refusing to look at her mother. Afraid that Donna will see the sadness hidden beneath the indifference in the depth of her eyes.
"I´m not one those girls who will dumb it down and act all girly and innocent just to appeal to guys. I´m not remarkable and I´m not beautiful. I am just simply me" Felicity continues with a shrug. "Besides people think I´m weird so I don´t think anybody is going to want to be my friend. I have Berry and he is the best friend in the world so I´m all set. Really, there is no need for you to worry" Felicity finishes with renewed assurance and she finally looks Donna in the eyes. What she sees though is not sympathy or disappointment on her mother's face like she expected.
Donna Smoak is sitting on an old, worn down barstool behind their battered kitchen table, with a weird expression. The expression looks almost like….wisdom. Like she knows some big secret Felicity doesn´t.
Donna stands up, walks around the table to Felicity. Her tight blue cocktail dress and 6-inch heel the opposite of her daughter's style, but Felicity admires her mother for her self-confidence more than she would have ever admitted.
Donna places both her hands on Felicity´s shoulders and turns her to face her. "You are more remarkable than you will ever know," she says squeezing Felicity´s shoulders and looks her directly in the eyes "and one day I promise you someone is going to see that.
See you.
So please Felicity. Promise me that you will try what I asked of you"
Felicity takes a tired sigh "I promise I will try mum. For you, I will try". With that, she hugs Donna goodbye and hurries out the door to take the bus to her first day at high school. All the while wondering how on earth she is ever going to be able to keep her promise to her mum.
"You promised your mother what!" Berry asks in a to high pitched voice, looking at Felicity like she just grew an extra head. "Why would you do that City?" he continues as he stumbles over a slight crack in the sidewalk and scrambles for purchase.
His hands finally finding something to latch onto to keep himself from falling. That something just so happens to be Felicity´s arm and she tries to keep Berry upright but her non-existent balance fails her yet again, and they both go tumbling to the ground with pained grunts and "owwws".
"Seriously Berry" Felicity exclaims with an exasperated sigh. "When will you ever learn to look where you´re going?"
"Sorry City" Berry mumbles with a bit of mirth as he gives her a sheepish look. They head to the front doors of the school and when they finally reach them they just stand in front of them not quite knowing what to expect.
"So I guess this is it," Felicity says in a quiet voice – one of the few times in her life where she has nothing to say. "I suppose we should just….go in."
"Yeah I guess so"
Together they open the big wooden doors – seriously what kind of school even has wood doors? – and they step inside the terrifying building.
To say Starling High is big would be an understatement. The ceilings are tall. Everything is a different colour marble – mostly white – or made of wood or glass. The windows are at least twelve feet tall, the white columns rise up tall to the grand ceiling. There could have been at least ten Felicity's standing on top of each other and she still wouldn´t be able to reach the ceiling. Granted she was five foot four, but still. You get the picture.
"Wow" Berry whispers as they slowly go further and further into the huge school. "I knew we would never be able to afford this without our scholarships, but this school is just insane. The kids going here must be filthy rich".
Felicity nods, still not having found her voice just yet. Her eyes as big as saucers as she takes everything in.
Children bustling all around them. Chattering excitedly. Out of nowhere, and to felicity's complete surprise someone crashes into her and she goes for the second time that day, tumbling to the ground.
She loses her glasses, and she lands painfully on the floor, her knees aching. It takes her a few seconds to register what happened, but when she finally does all she hears is laughter. Mean, derogatory, vile laughter.
Oh god, they are laughing at me Felicity thinks desperately. Please stop laughing at me is the only thing going through her mind as she scrambles around on the floor for her glasses. When she finally finds them she pops them on, and at last glances up, at the people laughing at her.
Fear and anger completely overtaking her. Mostly fear though. There is a big group of people standing right above her. The guy right in front looks down at her with disgust on his face and sneers "Watch where you´re going freak". Felicity assumes this is the guy that crashed into her.
He has a mean face with cruel eyes and Felicity is about to burst into tears when she glances behind him and her eyes land on the most gorgeous boy she has ever seen in her entire life. He has sandy blond, floppy hair and the bluest eyes ever. Of course, he doesn't even spare her a glance as he looks at the mean boy with a bored expression on his face.
"Come on Todd," he tells him. "Let's go". Todd, the gorgeous guy, and all the other onlookers continue on.
Berry hurries to help Felicity up and asks her in a worried voice "Oh my god are you okay? What a jerk."
Felicity just stands up and with an exasperated huff and tears in her eyes, as she mutters, "I knew it. High school is so going to suck."