Boy, look at you looking at me we took too many shots that was such an epic fail
Notes:
Made some changes to the chapter...
So, I tried something here... not really sure about it... lol... enjoy
Yep, I admit it. I'm seriously enjoying going wild in their younger years... there is so much freedom and room for interpretation and imagination given the lack of information or backstory the Arrow writers provided.
So, yeah, this is my guilty pleasure and my fun alternative to heavy Happy Hurts.
Sara
Had someone told her while she was getting ready for what was supposed to be just another Saturday night out partying with Ollie and Tommy that the night would end the way it did, she would have called them crazy or way too high.
She had been avoiding Ollie for the last six weeks, ever since their amazing, mind-blowing kiss in his car.
Fuck!
She shouldn't think like that. It had been wrong. So, very, very wrong. It should've never happened.
Ollie was Laurel's boyfriend.
And everyone knew it was Oliver and Laurel, always and forever.
She had tried to push the memory of the kiss away and it had worked most of the time, as long as she wasn't alone, but as soon as she was she remembered and agonized over it. And she was sure that Ollie had probably already forgotten all about it. Okay, maybe not forgotten. He seemed to have been avoiding her too, and not just been busy because of his arrest. She still couldn't believe that he not only got arrested for DUI but that he has actually been charged. Ollie never got charged for shit, arrested occasionally, but then his parents would call their very expensive lawyer and throw money at the situation, as much as it took to make everything go away. So, this was new and strange. So, yeah, he'd probably been busy because of it, but he hadn't been too busy to hang out with Laurel. Which meant not too busy to like, send her a text or something. This led her to the conclusion that he was avoiding her too.
Still, she was sure the kiss hadn't thrown him like it had her. That it hadn't affected him the way it had her. Bringing all those stupid feelings back that she used to have for him freshman year. And she cursed herself for it. Ollie was one of her best friends, her confidante, her fucking rock. This was messing everything up. She couldn't afford to have something stupid like that kiss risk loosing him. She couldn't lose him. She didn't know what she would do if she lost him. She had missed him so very much the last six weeks but she had been scared, still was what seeing him would do to her. She remembered how hard it had been for her when Ollie and Laurel started dating. How much seeing Ollie had hurt. How much seeing Ollie with Laurel had ripped her heart to shreds every time she got a glimpse of them. How having to listen to Laurel gush and swoon over her boyfriend had made her want to scream or throw shit, just to get some kind of release for the pain she was feeling. So, she had started to throw up. Having to listen to Laurel and see the two of them together had made her feel sick already. So, throwing up wasn't that big of a stretch to get some kind of release. But she was fine now, sort of, mostly. She didn't want to feel like that again.
Fuck!
But she no longer could avoid him now. Tommy and even Laurel had wondered what was going on between her and Ollie, and Tommy had insisted that she come party with them tonight. And he did not accept no for an answer, not without a plausible explanation. So here she was.
The night had started out just like every other. The boys picked her up a block from her home as usual because her dad was not fond of her hanging out with 'those two rich frat boys that only ever get you into trouble'. Even less so now after Ollie's recent arrest and the charges against him. A DUI was serious enough for her dad to insist neither she nor Laurel would get in a car with either of the boys.
If only he knew that she was the one getting them in trouble just as often, if not more because they tended to take the fall for her, so she wouldn't get in trouble.
She walked the short distance to the gas station, which was their usual meeting point, to find Tommy's BMW already waiting in the parking lot. Ollie leaning against the passenger door, cigarette in hand, looking as forbidden as he was to her.
She drank in the image he presented and felt a familiar pang when she reminded herself that he was her sister's boyfriend and that kiss had meant nothing. Laurel was the one he wanted, the one he loved, the one he chose. Just like everyone always did. Her big sister was the golden girl, her parents' pride and joy, the perfect daughter, student, friend, future daughter-in-law… and she was the troublemaker, the disappointment. And just one of the guys… a "good time call".
She was so screwed.
She should just turn around, leave before he saw her and come up with some lame excuse why she couldn't make it. She couldn't do this, this was torture.
But it was too late for that now.
It only took Ollie a minute to notice her, as usual and thankfully he acted as if nothing had happened and everything between them was the same as it had always been. Which was great. This is what she had wanted. To know that they were fine. That nothing had changed. Right? So why did it hurt? Him acting as if they hadn't kissed?
A smirk spreading across his face while he pushed off the car.
"Tweety Bird! Nice outfit." His smirk only grew when he used her childhood nickname. You'd think he and Tommy would've been a little more imaginative when they learnt about her pet canary back when they were kids.
"Oh, shut it, Sylvester." Two could play that game. Ollie's grin grew even bigger if possible, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. He stepped into her personal space to give her a friendly hug.
Fuck! She just wanted to melt into him and not let go. Why did he have to smell so damn good too? God, she was so screwed! Why, why did her feelings have to come back and smack her in the face like this? Why did he have to kiss her all those weeks ago?
"Tommy's inside getting some booze." He explained his best friend's current absence while he let Sara take the cigarette from his fingers to take a drag before giving it back and removing the long, wide dress she was wearing over her actual outfit. Barely acknowledging the comment, still engrossed by the mess that was her thoughts and desperately trying to hide her feelings. And ensure that they wouldn't show.
Her father had the night off, and there was no way he would've let her out of the house in her chosen outfit. She pulled the dress over her head and looked at Ollie again.
Noticing that he was watching her intently. She frowned for a moment. This was far from the first time he watched her change out of something "dad approved" into her actual clothes.
It was then, looking at him, she observed him staring at her with a single-minded focus.
His eyes traveled from her face down to her sneakers and then slowly up her bare legs over her short, flared skirt further up her black strapped shirt, stopping at her chest to read the provocative message on it "Life is short, have sex, be safe", which made him raise a brow and smirk again and she just shrugged her shoulders giving him a naughty little smile in return, up over her boobs and back to her face.
Something was different in the way he was looking at her tonight. Maybe…
But Tommy's sudden appearance broke the moment before Sara could start to analyze it and wonder whether it had something to do with their kiss.
"Hey blondie, ready to party?" Tommy said while coming over to hug her hello and holding out a bottle of whiskey for her.
"Aren't I always Merlyn." She took a swig from the offered bottle before handing it to Ollie in exchange for his cigarette. She so needed to get drunk tonight. There was no way she'd manage to get through it otherwise.
The first thing Sara did once they entered the club was beeline to the bar. She needed alcohol, badly. The car ride had been hell, Ollie had decided to sit in the back with her. Goofing around, teasing her and just randomly touching her. God, this was so messed up. He was her best friend. Why did she have to feel this way about him? She had gotten past this years ago. Those feelings shouldn't be back. They couldn't be back. They only led to pain.
She told the bartender what she wanted, and it didn't take long before she had a shot glass in front of her. She downed the shot in record time and signaled the bartender to fill it up again.
Being this close to Ollie was driving her crazy. She couldn't get their kiss out of her mind.
Fuck!
Ollie was Laurel's. Had been for years. Laurel had won once again. Because Laurel always gets what she wants, and she was left with whatever her older sister didn't want.
Fuck!
She loved Laurel; she was her big sis, the person she looked up to and wanted to be like when they were kids. The person she'd sneak into bed with when she was scared, the person who had helped her with her homework and showed her the best methods to study. Her big sis who had her back and defended her when she got into trouble.
God, she hated Laurel. Her perfect older sister who could do no wrong. Always dressed to the T, perfect student, 'oh you are Laurel Lance's younger sister? That always came with an unspoken yet implied why can't you be more like her or how is it possible that the two of you are related?', perfect daughter, perfect friend, perfect future daughter-in-law, perfect at everything… who got whatever she wanted, no matter what or who it was.
She was so messed up.
It didn't take the boys long to walk towards the bar themselves, and she cursed. She told the bartender to refill again and make it a double this time. The glass was empty and refilled before the boys spotted her.
What the fuck was she doing here?
She thought about getting up and sneaking out, making up some lame excuse later on… but it was already too late. Tommy had spotted her and was dragging a reluctant Ollie with him. Sara emptied her shot glass again and put on her best smile turning towards them, pretending that she hadn't tried to get rid of them on purpose and that everything was fucking fine and that seeing Ollie did not give her fucking butterflies in her stomach and that she wasn't longing for his touch and to feel his lips on hers again. And almost dying inside because she knew that it could never happen again. That she could never have him.
Fuck!
She was so fucked! How was she supposed to get through the night? She needed to get herself a hot distraction and fast.
Only her plan wouldn't work at all, because Ollie refused to let her leave him alone at the bar. Even less after some hottie had caught Tommy's attention and he left the two of them all alone… working on getting pretty damn drunk. Ollie insisted that a good friend would not leave another friend all alone after they had decided to hang out together. That it had been ages since the two of them last hung out together and she wasn't going to just dump him like Tommy did, was she? Giving her a puppy dog look and she could feel herself get lost in those amazing blue eyes of his. Who could refuse him anything if he looked at them like that?
Shit!
She was so screwed!
Sara wasn't sure how she ended up in her current situation. Not that she was complaining. Far from it. She was too damn close to reaching fucking Nirvana to complain about the fact that she was sitting on the sink of the club's bathroom with her legs spread, her panties discarded in her companion's back pocket, the straps of her top had been slipped off her shoulders a while back, her top now bunching at her midsection and her bra was hanging loosely on her forearms.
There was a split second that she wondered how she came to be in this position, that she shouldn't be in this position.
This shouldn't be happening.
But those thoughts disappeared almost instantly, leaving her mind completely blank except for the feelings the hand between her legs and the mouth devouring hers provoked. Fuck! She pulled her lips from his to catch her breath, which turned into a moan when his other hand pinched her nipple. The hand between her legs was working her like a fine-tuned instrument.
Sara Lance didn't know how she ended up in this situation. Getting fucked on the sink in the club's bathroom by no other but one of her best friends.
Sara Lance wouldn't be able to recall how she had ended up fucking her sister's boyfriend in the handicapped bathroom of one of her favorite clubs.
It wasn't until after they were done giving in to their desires that they noticed the banging against the bathroom door and the angry yelling accompanying it. They laughed while trying to make themselves look presentable and not as if they've just screwed. Not very successfully given their drunken state and their hair and clothes messed up conditions. Neither one of them actually cared. It wasn't either of their first-time having sex in a club's bathroom. They walked out of it as if it was the most normal thing in the world and absolutely nothing had happened.
The security guard looked at them in a mixture of annoyance and anger, but Ollie just slapped him on the shoulder, handing him a couple of dollar bills. Smirking while taking her hand and dragging her towards the club's exit.
Ollie was still holding her hand, dragging her with him and into his side. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder as soon as she was leaning into him, pulling her even closer. They stumbled out of the club laughing towards the next street to try to get a taxi back to Ollie's place.
They screwed again on the backseat of the cab, Ollie just telling the driver to mind his own business when he turned around, slapping a couple of hundred-dollar bills into his hand, before returning all of his focus back on her.
They got out of the taxi, laughing once they reached the Queen's. The couple proceeded to sneak into the house, well, as well as two severely drunk people could sneak, still holding hands and stealing the occasional kiss. They clumsily stumbled up the enormous staircase and were back in each other's arms the moment the door to Ollie's room was closed and locked. Her back pressed up against it was partially responsible for that.
They spent the rest of the night giving in to passion until they both finally passed out in his bed, from exhaustion and the alcohol.
Notes:It was around that time that H&M had an anti AIDS campaign and the shirt Sara's wearing is one of the shirts they printed and sold for it. I feel like it's something she would have supported even as a teen plus, the writing on the shirts were just the right kind of provocative while the cut was not.
Okay, so this is the closest thing to smut I've ever written... still not sure about it but whatever.
So this is how I think they've ended up having sex for the first time, night whatever... lol.
As always happy to know what you think, good or bad.
Title is from the songs 'High by the Beach' by Lana del Rey and 'TGIF' by Katy Perry.