One Night Chapter 2, an arrow fanfic

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Exchanging his books, Oliver checks the time on his cell phone before groaning, realizing that the school day is barely half over. He hears his name called and turns, nodding in hello at some of his friends walking past him on their way to class.

As he turns back to face his locker, a sleek, blonde ponytail catches his eye. His gaze lands on a familiar girl standing at her locker. Felicity. Uncharacteristically, he's been unable to get her out of his thoughts since Tommy's party, memories of that night clouding his mind.

Oliver rounded the corner, weaving through the quickly building crowd, which wasn't surprising - everyone at school wanted to get into a Queen or Merlyn party. Speaking of, where was his best friend? His eyes searched for the familiar face when he felt a body curl up against his side, two small hands wrapping around his bicep. Tilting his head, he spotted bright red hair and met a pair of familiar blue eyes. "Carrie," he grinned.

"Hi Ollie," she purred, fluttering her lashes at him, "I've been looking everywhere for you." Carrie Cutter was a cheerleader at school and someone who he'd fooled around with in the past while on one of his numerous breaks with Laurel.

"Yeah?"

Carrie bit her crimson painted bottom lip between her teeth and nodded, "Mmhmm. I wanted your opinion on my dress. Do you like it?"

The way she leaned into him offered the perfect view down her already low cut dress, and he couldn't stop his eyes from following the slopes of her cleavage appreciatively. Oliver was forced to drag his look away from her when he heard a familiar voice screech his name. He sighed and put a step's distance between himself and the redhead. Plastering a smile on his face, he pivoted on his heels to find his girlfriend storming towards him like a woman on a mission, "Hey Laurel."

When Laurel reached them, the brunette placed a hand on her hip and glared at the other girl. "Carrie."

"Hi, Laurel. You look… cute," Carrie forced a smile, not removing her hands from Oliver.

Laurel eyed where the girl was still touching him and arched a perfectly manicured brow, "Would you mind giving me a moment alone with my boyfriend? Thanks."

Barely suppressing an eye roll, Carrie flashed Oliver a grin before wandering off into the party. He was unable to stop himself from watching her go, eyes travelling down to observe the sway of her hips when he felt a hand smack against his chest. "Ow!" he turned back with a glare.

Scoffing, Laurel rolled her eyes, "Are you serious? You were flirting with her right in front of me, Ollie."

"Okay, she came up and started flirting with me."

"And you were flirting back! And you just checked out her ass as she walked away. Does our relationship really mean that little to you?"

Oliver sighed, bringing up a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Laurel, can we not do this tonight? I love you, you know that."

"Do I?"

"I'm not having this fight again. Are you gonna have fun and dance with me or not?" he raised a brow in question.

She scoffed again, "You are unbelievable." Laurel spun on her heels and stomped off to meet up with her friends, the girls immediately comforting her having witnessed their argument.

Dragging both hands over his face, Oliver groaned in irritation and made his way towards the staircase, walking the familiar path to his best friend's bedroom. Once inside, he headed into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. God, these fights with Laurel were getting so old. Though, he couldn't really say he didn't deserve her anger - he had been blatantly flirting with another girl at the same party where he knew his girlfriend was. And the truth was, he never knew why he did it. A part of him hoped that Laurel would dump him - which she did, but every single time she wanted him back. It was like he couldn't escape no matter how much he hurt her, and he hated hurting her - he wasn't lying when he said he loved her. Honestly, he just didn't even understand himself at this point.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the nearest towel and dried off his face before opening the door. He stepped out of the bathroom and began moving towards the door until he noticed a form sitting on the bed, long blonde waves cascading down her back. He took a step closer to her, "What are you doing in here?"

"Holy frack!" the girl jumped and turned to face him with wide eyes, a hand covering her chest. Once she steadied her breathing, she spoke again, "What are you, a ninja? Make some noise next time."

A small smile ticked up the corners of Oliver's mouth involuntarily, "This is Tommy's room."

"Oh," her mouth fell open as she gazed around the room, eyes lingering on the numerous picture frames of Tommy with the Queens. She turned away from him and stared at her lap, rubbing at her cheeks, "Sorry, I - I didn't realize…"

Oliver's brows drew together as he realized she was crying and he took a step closer, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm," she huffed and shook her head, still avoiding making eye contact, "It's stupid."

He took a seat on the bed beside her and heard her inhale when his knee brushed against her bare leg. When she didn't say anything else, he leaned a shoulder in slightly, "I'm Oli -"

"- iver Queen. I know who you are," she finished for him, looking at him with surprised eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched again and he narrowed his eyes a bit, finally recognizing her from school. He never realized how cute she was. "Yeah. Your… Your name is Felicity, right?"

Her mouth fell open in a perfect 'O' shape. "Um, yeah. Felicity Smoak. How - how did you know that? I'm a junior and you're Oliver Queen."

Now an actual laugh bubbled past his lips at her disbelieving tone and he lifted a hand to scratch lightly at the back of his neck, tilting his head and plastering on his signature grin. "Well, we've gone to school together for several years and contrary to popular belief, I'm not that self-involved."

"I wasn't - I mean, I didn't mean to imply… Not - not that I would know, I don't really know you at all. I think this is the first time we've ever talked for more than five seconds. Or at all. Not that I think that you think you're better than me! I just - I -" she struggled with her words.

Wow, she was even cuter when she babbled. How had he never spoken to her before? Well, probably because she was kind of a nerd and never came to parties. He chuckled, "Felicity." His eyes softened when she smacked her lips shut and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Sorry."

Again noticing the trails on her cheeks, he narrowed his eyes and repeated his earlier question, "Are you okay?"

Felicity sighed and tucked a fallen strand of blonde hair behind her ear, and he startled at the way he suddenly wanted to be the one to brush away the silky strands. "It's okay, you don't… You don't want to hear about my problems."

"Try me," he bumped his shoulder against hers in encouragement, surprised to find he was genuinely interested in what she had to say.

After a few seconds contemplating him silently, she spoke, "Okay. Um," she glanced down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers and he resisted the urge to tangle them in his. She shrugged weakly, "It's this guy. He broke up with me cause he was just using me the whole time and… I saw him here with someone else. Like I said, it's stupid."

He couldn't resist any longer and reached out a hand, placing it gently on the bare skin of her knee, immediately noticing the blush on her skin and tracing it where it disappeared underneath the fabric of her dress and wanting nothing more than to feel the heat of it with his lips. "It's not stupid. He's an idiot," he assured emphatically, "Obviously, he doesn't know a good thing when it's right in front of him."

She choked out a laugh and glared out of the corner of her eye. "Yeah, okay. I should've known he was just using me for my talented fingers." His breath hitched at her words and a slow smile crept up on his face, her own eyes widening dramatically. "I mean with typing! I'm - I'm good with computers. Not… Not anything else…"

Felicity tilted her head and he watched as her eyes traveled down to his lips. He stuck out his tongue to wet them, sensing what she was about to do. His suspicions were only confirmed when she bravely surged forward, connecting their lips. He was disappointed when the kiss only lasted a few seconds, not even giving him a chance to react before she pulled away with wide eyes.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry, I have no idea why I did that. God, could this night get any more embarrassing? I just assaulted Oliver fracking Queen!" He struggled to hold in a laugh as she continued to panic. "And, oh my god. You have a girlfriend!"

"Actually, Laurel and I broke up." Lie. Absolute and total lie. Ignoring the nagging thought in the back of his mind, Oliver chuckled softly and peeled her hands away from where she'd buried her face into them, lifting a finger under her chin. He tilted it up so she could meet his gaze, "Did you have anything to drink tonight?" He always made sure to ask that question before hooking up with anyone. The last thing he wanted was to take advantage of unsuspecting girls; he wasn't that big of a douche.

She gulped, her own cerulean eyes darkening as much as his. Silently, Felicity shook her head and he slid his hand to palm her cheek, leaning closer until their mouths connected. He waited to close his eyes until she closed hers, deepening the kiss by swiping his tongue along the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth to him, and he felt her fingers tangle through the short hair at the back of his neck. Placing his other hand on her waist, he tugged her closer until she was basically sitting in his lap. He tilted her head back, deepening the kiss even more as he started to shift closer to the head of the bed and lay her down. Her legs opened and he settled between them, his fingers traveling down to the creamy skin of her thighs and back up, delving underneath the hem of her light blue dress.

She tilted her head back slightly and was breathing hard as her hand grasped his wrist where it disappeared from view, "Wait."

He furrowed his brows and moved his hand back, worried she might be reconsidering, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just… I'm not as… I mean, I've never… done anything… before," she babbled with a quiet voice, eyes vehemently avoiding his.

"Oh," he breathed out, backing away slightly. So, she's a virgin… "That's okay. I mean, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do or -"

"No!" she interrupted quickly, eyes widening. After a few moments of awkward silence, Felicity inhaled deeply through her nose and finally met his eyes again, "I mean, I want to. I just… I don't want you to be disappointed."

Damn, she got cuter by the second. A grin tugged at the corners of Oliver's mouth and he lowered himself until he was laying flush against her body. "Don't worry," he whispered and leaned in, lips barely brushing against hers, "I'll go slow."

A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he stares at her in silent admiration, watching as she brings a hand to push her glasses up her nose. Suddenly, Felicity tilts her head and meets his gaze, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. She visibly gulps and looks away, slamming her locker closed and almost running off in the other direction of the hallway.

Sighing, Oliver shuts his locker and is about to pick up and sling his backpack over his shoulder when he feels two arms band around his waist and a chin rest on his shoulder. He tilts his head to the side until his eyes land on Laurel Lance, a pout on her lips as she sends him her famous puppy dog eyes. They haven't actually talked since their fight almost two weeks ago.

"I'm sorry about Tommy's party," she speaks, fluttering her long lashes.

He spins in her arms, wrapping his own around her waist and arching a brow at his girlfriend, "Me too." The double meaning behind his words is lost on her, unknowing of his infidelity. He clarifies, "I shouldn't have let Carrie flirt with me."

"I shouldn't have freaked out on you. I was just jealous."

The corners of his mouth tick up, "Yeah?" She nods and leans up on her tiptoes to connect their mouths, smiling into the kiss. Oliver opens his mouth and gives himself over to her completely, all thoughts of a certain blonde flying from his brain.