Hey guys! Whoo-hoo first fanfiction for this account! I had another one, but i deleted it a while back and made a new one! Anyway, so this is my Oliver/Oc story, and i truly hope you all enjoy it!
Big thanks to my Beta, Dannylionthe1st, for without her, I would not have had the motivation to continue on with publishing this story! So thank you, Danny, and sorry this is late!
Disclaimer: I dont own Arrow or the characters that belong to it. I only own the characters i made up, and my plot tweaks in order for my story to fit with the plotline.
Her green eyes watched as the bored looking students filed out of the classroom while the obnoxious bell continue to ring throughout the school. Annie felt terrible for the fact that they didn't leave the classroom feeling excited to return to a fun environment tomorrow, and it's all because they had a teacher who could honestly care less about them and the class she was teaching. Sighing, the young student teacher flickered her gaze to the older woman who was bent over one of the desks, the pen placed in her hand scribbling furiously on the paper. "It's unbelievable that I give these kids so much time to finish their assignments, and yet a fourth of them still don't do it! And also tha-" Mrs. Greta Schroeder, the woman who was aiding Annie through her student teaching, continued on while the young woman tuned her out, obviously distracted with how the class went today.
When the elderly woman's tone raised, Annie quickly brought herself out of her rambling thoughts to listen to woman, "-and please, for gosh sake, finish up the Legislative Branch Evaluation papers. If the kids were not going to turn in their papers on time, then it's too late for them it in now!" Schroeder huffed to her student teacher, Annie Stone, before she started to leave the room. "I'll be in the teacher's lounge if you need me." And then she was gone.
The young woman nodded her head in response, as she searched for the stack of papers in the heaping pile of assignments the students hadturned in. Frazzled and exhausted, she leapt from the office chair she was previously planted in for five straight hours, only to get up to stretch her legs. Annie picked up the unorganized piles of papers, her green eyes wide and her mind frantic to find those specific papers. She was determined to find those papers. That's the thing about Annie, even though she can be ditzy at times with remembering things, and constantly unorganized, her motivation, determination and hard work impressed the staff.
What felt like days, but only was a few minutes, she finally discovered the papers. Those damn things were shoved way, way in the back of Mrs. Schroeder's period 5 filing cabinet. She began to sort through them, alphabetizing them before grading each one. The evaluations were easy to grade, considering that it was only worth twenty points. All she had to do was read what the student answered, correct any errors and then give them the points she thought they deserved. Unfortunately, she felt completely drained of energy. Her eyes barely managed to stay open, forcing her to fidget and blink rapidly as she tried to focus. She was tired because of spending the whole night before grading essays about the Articles of Confederation and the flaws with 's the one thing that bugged Annie most about working with Schroeder, the damn woman made her grade all of the assignments and tests.
Annie was in the middle of grading the last paper when a knock came from the door . "Come in!" She shouted out, not even bothering to turn around and face the guest.
She could hear the stranger enter into the classroom with cautious steps. "Uh…is Mrs. Schroeder here?" A deep voice rang out. Annie shook her head, focusing on her papers instead of the person, who was probably a parent. Parents never came to the school to talk to the teachers. Although she normally didn't mind talking to them about their student after hours, her mind refused to let her think of anything else, but the papers.
"No, I'm sorry. She left about an hour ago. Which is also another thing, it's well past an hour and a half since school got out, why are you he-" While she was rambling, she started to twist around to face the parent, only to find out that the parent wasn't actually a parent, but instead a familiar young man.
Annie's eyes nearly bulged out of her head the moment she caught sight of Oliver Queen. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, reminding her of the old feelings she used to have. Back when he had meant a lot to her.
"Annie Stone." He spoke softly, her name sounding so rich as it rolled off his tongue.
"Ollie." She muttered her reply. And that's when the numbness faded, and her anger came bursting out. Her small, pink lips formed a hard line as she narrowed her eyes upon him. "I heard you came back from the dead." She paused for a moment, hesitating to say the next thing that came to her mind. "I still wish everyday since I heard you returned that it had been Sarah instead of you." The hostility in her tone sounded wrong for her to use, especially directed towards Oliver. She never knew in a million years that she could be so hurtful and vile to him. But he had been responsible for her best friend's death. It was the only reaction she could muster after everything.
He ducked his head, as he leaned against his cane for support. Annie felt a slight pang of remorse, but her pride kept her fury going. She had to prove to him that she was still angry at him.
"I know," he whispered in a defeated tone. "I'm so sorry, Annie. I-"
"Save it." She interrupted in an icy tone. There was a long pause between the two, as they held each other's gaze, unspoken words shared between the two of them. Finally, Annie broke the silence. "Why are you here, Oliver? I mean, why do you need to see Schroeder?"
He shrugged in response, his cobalt blue eyes observing the room. "I just wanted to come down and visit some teachers. Turns out most of them either retired or had already left for the day." He paused. "I lost track of time. Original plan was to pick up Thea, but by the time I got finished talking to some contractors helping with my club,she was gone. Figured I'd see Mrs. Schroeder before I left." Annie couldn't help but give a slight snort. Oliver in return chuckled at his own embarrassment. Evidently, he had forgotten what it was like to be a teenager. They never stayed on school grounds longer than they had to.
They shared yet another moment of silence, except this time the tension in the air eased a little, but only for a second or so before Annie started up again.
"You know, she and I had a falling out in our friendship before the wreckage. Sarah and I." Oliver's intense gazed shifted to her face, and she felt the need to keep talking. "She started getting jealous because she thought that we were too close of friends. That's how insanely in-love she was with you. I lost my best friend because of you…and then I lost you." She trailed at the end of her sentence, letting her words sink in for him.
"Annie…" His voice cracked slightly. She pinched her eyes shut, trying so hard to fight back tears, and forget memories that managed to flow through her mind.
Oliver felt grief wash over him at that moment, but he couldn't find any words to say. Instead he just took in her appearance. She wasn't the same eighteen year old he last saw five years ago. He could see how her face had aged. Her figure had more weight to it, making it curvier. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a click, with a few loose strands sticking out, only adding to her teacher-like appearance. She wore a pretty, pale blue, billowy blouse with black slacks that hugged her thighs and tan pumps.
Just then, Mrs. Schroeder returned to the classroom, Diet Coke clasped in one hand, a tupperware of food in the other. She glanced between her student teacher and former student, a fake plastered smile creasing onto her lips.
"I think-" Annie began, her voice bringing Oliver out of his stare. "I think I should go." She had stacks of papers in one hand, and a large hand bag in the other. Jammed behind her ear was a pen, and another one sticking out of her clip. She looked bewildered and exasperated.
The blonde woman pushed past the Oliver and Schroeder, before exiting the classroom.
'Well that went wonderfully' she sarcastically thought to herself while heading out to her car. She admitted to herself that she felt terrible with how she treated Oliver, knowing that being angry with someone was not like her, especially someone who she cares about. Well, cared about. She really did wish that she had apologized for her remark, but it had to be said.
She felt her phone buzzing in her back pocket, and she pulled it out to find a text from her step-sister, Blake.
'Hangin' with friends. Will be late for din. Let dad knw.' Annie rolled her eyes at the message. When is that girl not running late?
She climbed into her car, placing the papers on her passenger seat. As she started her car, she noticed Oliver walking out towards the parking lot. She quickly turned her attention elsewhere as she pulled out from the lot, leaving the school and him behind her as she drove off.
Wow! So there it is, and I really hope you guys liked the story!