Chapter 1: Identities

I sat down on the uncomfortable metal bench and sighed, looking around the busy mall. Why had I even agreed to meeting him there? Seriously, why the hell did he want to meet at the mall? It was probably for the sake of not being recognized since he had become more popular throughout the last month when he started hanging around Oliver Queen. I was guessing anyway.

Not only did I have no clue where he was, but I had no clue what he looked like or even why I was supposed to meet him that day. I was going to see him later that night but Dinah, being my new trainer, wasn't going to let me anywhere until I met her soon-to-be son-in-law. I didn't understand how that worked out in the end, seeing that he wasn't even Oliver's son, but I wasn't going to say anything in fear that Dinah might've had a really bad side, and I mean bad.

I shook my head and crossed my arms, giving up my impossible search for the red headed freak I was supposed to meet. Honestly, I wasn't excited at all to meet him. I barely knew anything about him except for that he was close to Oliver and Dinah in both lives, public and secret. One thing that I kept telling myself though was that whatever I said or did to him affected not only the relationship between Dinah and I, but also affected my life, in this case whether or not I was going to die sooner or later.

"Well, what do we have here?" A low voice said behind me. I turned around quickly to be met with a familiar pair of brown eyes. I glared at them.

"What do you want, Benjamin?" I asked, knowing exactly what he wanted from me.

"Babe," He said as I stood up. His smile sickened me and I desperately wanted to punch him in the face, but being in a crowded mall in front of hundreds of people wasn't the best place to beat someone up. "You know what I want." He sat down, laying his arm out on the back of the bench. I frowned.

"And you know my answer." I said, still glaring at him. He looked up and flashed me a smile, a bright smile, the one that I had gotten from him thousands of times while we had been dating.

"Any way I could change your mind?" He asked, his eyes filled with a suspicious emotion which I couldn't quite understand. I could see lust and desire, but more anger and hatred. It was confusing, even for me since I was a goddess when it came to reading minds and emotions, without powers of course.

"The only way you could ever change my mind is-" I stopped myself. Why was I telling him of all people my weaknessess? He was an enemi for God's sake! "Why do I even bother with you?" I said laughing at myself. I couldn't believe I had almost let one of the cats out of the bag. The one of many cats that were trapped inside of me.

"Because I'm hot." He said. I rolled my eyes. Even though Benjamin and I were basically complete strangers to how we felt on the inside, we both knew many of each other's weaknessess and strenghts, but mostly weaknessess, which were not good in my case.

"If you were hot, I would've never cheated on you, or left you, or-"

"I get it." Benjamin said, not wanting me to go on. He knew I had a long list of why I didn't like him and why we broke up, but for some odd reason he kept on pushing for another chance, which for him was like a flying pig, if that makes any sense. "You just don't want to admit it."

"Admit what? Seriously, Benjamin, get over it. We've been done for four fucking years, why don't you go try your luck at seducing another bitch, will ya?" Surprisingly Benjamin was the only man that didn't find it crazy that I called myself a bitch. Honestly, I knew I was a bitch almost ninty-nine percent of the time. It was natural for me to be that way, which wasn't that great when it came to having to act like an angel in front of people I had to impress.

"Wow, pissed off much?"

"Obviously not enough if you want a fist in your face, or maybe in the next five minutes it'll be a mallot." I smiled and Benjamin laughed.

"This is why I fell in love with you in the first place." I laughed.

"You never fell in love with me Benjamin, we were set up, remember? God, you're such a dick head." I said. Benjamin smiled at my words. I hated that whenever I talked either dirty or not appropriate Benjamin came to love me a little more. I shook my head. "You need to go, now."

"Why, we've just gotten started.." I glared at Benjamin.

"Well, maybe you could restart over there with that young brunette. I know she's got lacy lingerie.."

"And how do you know that?" Benjamin asked suspiciously. His smile creeped me out a little, which it wasn't easy for things to creep me out, but Benjamin was just damn creepy.

"I know that because she went into Victoria's Secrets and they're having a sale on lace."

"Oh, well maybe I could get something for you.."

"Yeah, and instead of me being wrestled into it, you'll be putting it on for me." I smiled as Benjamin glared at me. I laughed.

"I have to go.." Benjamin said looking at his watch and standing up. "Next time you won't be as lucky.." He walked away. Usually I'd make a come back to his idiotic antics, but at that moment I was sick of talking to him. I was sick of hearing his voice. God, I was even sick of looking at him. I sighed and sat back down.

"That bastards going down..." I said in a low voice as I closed my eyes for a second.

"Who's going down?" Someone asked. I opened my eyes to see a red head in front of me.

"No one important." I said, standing up. The man in front of me put out his hand and I took it, shaking his hand lightly. We may have been the same exact age, which if you have to know was eighteen, but with our jobs it was polite to act older than you actually were.

"I'm Roy Harper, and you are..?"

"Sarah Lawson. Nice to meet you."

"You too."

"Okay, not to hurt anyone's feelings, but...we've now met, is there anything else we're supposed to do?"

"I don't think so, so in that case..."

"I'm going to go."

"Me too."

"Well, anyway, it was nice to meet you and I'll see you...later today?"

"Um, yeah. Okay, well bye, I guess."

"Bye." I walked away, knowing that the conversation with Roy was much more awkward that I had intended, but I had learned one thing about him. He definitely was cautious when it came to his identity.