So here it is. The second chapter. I'm sorry it took me a month to get it ready, but this was actually just planned as a one-shot but then I changed my mind and made a two-shot out of it. And then I changed my mind and made a mini multi-chapter story out of it. It will probably just consist of 5 or 6 chapters about this length. And the updates will take their time. I'm really bad at multi-chapter stuff, because I get distracted so easily and start something new before finishing what I'm working on. (That's why it's been over a year since I updated another story of mine. But that's not Olicity - Harry Potter - and not in English, so don't worry.) I will try to update more frequently, but don't get your hopes up. College starts in a week and I have to look for a part time job, so the only time I'll have time to write more than a couple of paragraphs will be when I visit my parents and am sitting in the train for a couple hours. (Which is nearly every weekend.)
I still haven't found a beta who checks this for typos and grammar mistakes and everything, so I'm sorry if you find anything. You can either keep the mistakes or be my beta? I'd really appreciate it! Find me on Tumblr (wordsiputtogether or kindesgedanke) or Twitter (kindheitstraum) to contact me.
I'd like to thank flipflops (AO3) for reading over this and helping me figure out how to make this a multi-chapter fic.
And again. I don't own anything (even though I'd be reaaaally cool). Characters belong to DC and Warner Bros. A part of one of the conversations is directly taken or inspired by the Turkish TV series "Poyraz Karayel" (episode 5).
Now please lean back, take a sip of coffee (or don't, it isn't as funny as the first chapter, but I still don't want you to destroy your phone/tablet/laptop/computer) and enjoy! I hope you like it! Please leave a comment if you can. I really helps! (And thank you again so much for the response I got for this. I did not expect it at all! And sorry for not answering everyone of them individually, but I don't like that it's basically replying via private message. I'm still super grateful for everyone who took time to write one!)
"Never ever will you be able to force me going to a party like that again, Sara!" Felicity rubbed her head. She still had a headache from the party on Friday evening. It was Monday.
"You say that every time," her friend laughed and put her Spanish book in her locker.
"This time I mean it." Felicity hold the shoulder straps of her school bag a little tighter when she saw someone down the hall. Immediately she looked away and her focus was back on her best friend. "You left me alone the second we got there. And you know exactly how much I hate large crowds. Especially if I don't know anyone."
Sara sighed and closed the door of her locker. "I said I was sorry. And besides," she started walking towards the cafeteria, "it's not like you didn't make any friends."
Felicity let out a frustrated groan. "I told you. I did not make any friends. I was drunk and thought it would be hilarious to make fun of Oliver Queen. And then I was the one who got humiliated."
"You're exaggerating."
"I'm not!" Felicity's voice got higher as she got more upset about it. "I literally handed a cup of vodka to Oliver Queen and told him that wouldn't get any girl, if he keeps being an asshole."
"And then his best friend came and agreed with you."
"He made fun of me, Sara! Why can't anyone see that?"
Sara started laughing. "Your mother was thrilled, I assume?"
Felicity rolled her eyes as they entered the cafeteria and stood in line for lunch. "You have no idea. She tried to convince me to invite Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn to dinner last night."
Sara laughed again, picturing Donna Smoak in front of her eyes, trying to cook.
"You had to see her," Felicity continued. "She practically started planning my wedding. And when I asked who the groom was, she said that it didn't matter if it was Tommy or Oliver, as long as it was one of them."
"I love your mom," Sara answered, when she was able to stop laughing. "She is great."
Felicity snorted. "She certainly is one of a kind. I wish I hadn't mentioned a word to her. She'll bug me for weeks if not months about this."
Sara touched Felicity's arm. "Fine. I won't leave you alone at parties anymore. I promise."
Felicity knew what she was doing. "Of course you won't," she answered because of that. "Because I won't go with you to a party anymore."
Sara was about to start protesting when she saw someone and changed her mind. Instead she put a knowing smile on her face.
They were walking towards a free table, they spotted in the corner of the cafeteria, when that someone put an arm around Felicity's shoulders.
"I think now is another time," Tommy said, stealing one of her french fries.
Felicity, who was taken off-guard, didn't understand what he was talking about, so she stopped walking and gave Tommy a weird look before moving her eyes to her best friend for help. But Sara was trying to hold back a giggle and just shrugged, not being sure about what Tommy was talking about herself.
"For what?"
The football player let go of Felicity and raised an eyebrow. "Don't you remember? You promised to teach me and Oliver how to keep a girl. I mean, I don't need the lesson, but I want to watch Oliver get it." He winked at her, trying to make sure that Felicity got the message.
She just sighed, cursing the moment she decided that it would be a good idea to tease Oliver Queen for not being able to get a girl.
"I'm not sure that would be smart," she replied instead of being rude and just saying no. "I mean, I was drunk, when I offered and had no idea what I was talking about." She started walking again, when she saw that Sara was already sitting at the table. "I really have no idea about relationships. I'm sure, you'll find someone else who can give your friend a lesson."
"Bullshit. And besides, that wouldn't even be half as fun than you teaching." He followed her to the table and sat right next to her.
"What are you doing?," Felicity asked and Sara bursted out in laughter.
"What she means to say," she tried to explain, but couldn't stop laughing, which lead to her earning an angry look from Felicity.
"What I meant to ask was why you are sitting with us when you can go and sit with your friends. Not that I'm telling you to go or anything. Or do anything. This is a free country. You can do whatever you want. Well, not exactly whatever you want. You can't hurt or kill people. You can't drink, not that you don't do that. We even did that together. Oh my God." She looked at Sara and mouthed Stop me, please! before trying to form a smile and turn back to Tommy. "I'm sorry."
But Tommy wasn't offended in any way. He had a smirk on his face. "You're cute."
Sara smiled. "That's what I said when she babbled the first time I met her."
Felicity nodded. "She did say that. Although she looked more like she was smiling and not smirking like you do."
Tommy shrugged and suddenly stood up. "I'll see you in class," he mumbled and took off.
"I scared him off," Felicity decided, looking after him. He was back at his usual table where the rest of the football team was seated as well.
"His loss," Sara tried to reassure her friend and started eating Felicity's french fries.
"Oh no."
"I'm sorry, but they were getti-"
Felicity shook her head. "I'm not talking about my lunch, Sara." She nodded towards Tommy, who was talking to his best friend, and his table when Oliver looked up. "Great," she mumbled and looked away. "And now he's thinking that I'm some sort of a freak."
Sara put her elbow on Felicity's shoulder and waved towards Oliver and his friends.
"What are you doing?," Felicity hissed turning red, and shoved Sara's arm away.
"I thought, you didn't care what he was thinking about you." She had a knowing smirk on her face, which made Felicity blush even more.
"I don't." And as if she was trying to prove a point, she concentrated on her food and flipped through her History homework to be sure that she had everything.
"You are such a nerd."
. ... ... ... ... ... .
Barry was late to class, as usual, and that's how Tommy Merlyn was able to take the seat behind Felicity. She sighed, imagining how the period was going to be: Tommy asking her to teach Oliver what she had promised. Surprisingly he didn't really talk. He just smiled when she turned back to him. So she really did scare him off. Even though she knew that it was probably better this way, she was a little sad. She remembered liking Tommy on the party. He he was nice to her, before he suddenly stood up and left.
Thankfully she hadn't much time to think about it, because her teacher came in and started the lesson. He was five minutes in when a knock on the door interrupted him and Barry apologized for being late again.
It wasn't until the last ten minutes before things got really interesting.
"Since the midterms are getting closer and I am sure that you guys have enough exams to prepare for," Mr. Burke started and Felicity could hear Tommy mumbling that there were weeks until then, "I've decided that you will write term papers for this class. The grade you'll receive will have a fifty percent influence on your final grade." The entire class started protesting, but the teacher just shook his head and it was silent again. "Since this term paper has not a small percentage and will have a big influence in whether you will pass this class or not, I want you to work in pairs."
Felicity's eyes shifted immediately to Barry. He was smiling at her. Their A was as good as certain.
"I've already chosen who you'll be working with." Mr. Burke had a devilish grin on his face, which made Felicity sigh. She was probably stuck with a cheerleader who didn't care what grade they got and Felicity had to do everything herself. Her teacher was passing around a personalized sheet for everyone with the topic and the partner they were assigned to.
The blonde was sure that this was some kind of a joke. Or the universe telling her that she shouldn't drink until she was old enough. There was no other explanation, since Felicity didn't believe in coincidences. She was paired up with Tommy Merlyn.
She didn't notice him leaning forward, his mouth was suddenly right next to her ear. "Hello, partner."
The bell announcing the end of class rang and Felicity started packing up her stuff. Tommy, who hadn't even bothered to take out his book, was already standing right next to her and was handing her the pencil case on her seat.
"I have football practice right after school," he started talking. "If you don't mind waiting, we can go to the library right after that and start working on what we know already and what we should look up? We can go to my place or yours instead if you prefer."
Felicity was surprised that he took this assignment so seriously. She had been so sure that she would've had to do everything herself and just put Tommy's name under it as well.
"I can wait. I have IT class, anyway. And the library should be fine, I think?"
"Sure. But we can't really talk there. Ms. Moore once threw me out because I was whispering too loud."
Felicity nodded. She was thrown out of there a few times herself. "Your place then?" There was no way she would invite him over. Her mom would start looking for wedding venues as soon as she saw him.
"Sure." He smiled. "Walk you to English Lit?"
"Yeah." She grabbed her backpack, waved to Barry before following him out. "I'm sorry for earlier. I really don't have a brain-to-mouth filter."
Tommy laughed. "I noticed. But don't worry. I kinda like it. Like I said before, it's cute."
Felicity blushed. "I remember."
"It's me who should apologize," he continued. "I shouldn't have left like that. I just had to say something important to Ollie before I forgot."
She smiled. "No big deal."
As they entered the classroom, she could feel a dozen pair of eyes on her. She walked towards her usual seat in the second row, getting closer to the color of a tomato every passing second. She had no idea why she was suddenly so embarrassed.
"Hi," Dig greeted her.
Felicity took a deep breath before answering. "Hey."
"Don't worry about the others. They just need something to talk about. Tommy isn't usually hanging out with - and I mean this in the most complimenting way possible - computer nerds."
She chuckled. "I know. And thank you."
"You're welcome." He had a small but genuine smile for her.
And as if out of the blue there was Oliver standing right next to Dig's seat, his attention focused on Felicity. He didn't say anything, which made her nervous.
"Hi?" She didn't mean for it to sound like a question, but she was curious about what he wanted from her.
Dig stood up as Lyla walked into the classroom and Oliver took his place for a moment.
He was smirking, which made Felicity feel uneasy. She knew he was about to make her angry. "Hi," he replied, his smirk growing wider. "I was wondering if you know what our calculus homework is about." Earlier he had discovered that they had that class together, now that he knew who she was.
Felicity raised an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this. "I do, actually."
"Great! Could you e-mail me the solutions this evening?"
She couldn't believe that he really asked her that. "Of course not."
Not expecting that answer, she left Oliver speechless for a few seconds. "May I ask why?"
"Yes, you may." Her voice practically floating in sarcasm. She was making fun of him again and he knew it. Now it was Felicity's turn to smirk.
"Why?," Oliver finally asked, after giving her the time to continue, which she didn't.
"Because I'm not you personal homework maker or something. You have to use your brain yourself. Maybe it works better on calculus equations than on getting girls."
Oliver chuckled, not expecting her to be so bold. "Why are you breaking my heart?," he joked and made her smile.
"It's certainly not broken, Queen. Bruised tops. You wouldn't be able to stand still like this," she gestured with her hand while talking, "if it was broken."