good Trouble
Part II: In our heads we're like winners
On Monday, Felicity took her usual seat in third period Literature, second row and off to the side a bit; still close enough to allow her to tune out most distractions coming from the back few rows and focus on the lesson, but not so close as to be seen as a front row overachiever type.
She was nervous to see Sara. She wasn't sure if she had only served as one-off novel entertainment for the other girl during the party (she had mentioned something about how those parties got boring; a bunch of the same-old-same), or if Sara was genuinely interested in becoming friends (she had asked Amaya for her number). The uncertainty made her uneasy.
She watched the door as students filed in. When the bell rang, signaling the start of class, and Sara had yet to appear, Felicity felt disappointed. What if Sara was skipping class particularly to avoid her? She shook the thought from her head. That'd be ridiculous.
As Mr. Berlanti walked to the center of the room to begin his lesson, a blur of gold-blonde hair rushed into the room exclaiming apologetically, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Mr. Berlanti frowned at her. "That's the second time already this semester, Miss Lance. Please make more of an effort to be on time," he scolded lightly.
Sara surveyed the room until her eyes landed on Felicity. She grinned. "I will!" she promised as she bee-lined to the empty seat on Felicity's right.
"Hey girl," she stage-whispered to Felicity with a large, toothy grin as Mr. Berlanti began the lesson.
Felicity smiled back, feeling relieved. She leaned over and whispered, "Hey."
After Mr. Berlanti gave the overview of the day's lesson, he told them to pair up and work on an assignment over their most recent reading.
Sara turned toward Felicity and laid a hand on her forearm. "Partners?" she asked. Her tone was hopeful and yet assertive.
"Sure!" Felicity responded with a small confirmatory smile and head nod.
As they worked, Sara quietly enthused, "Saturday was so much fun, right?!"
"It was! And to think, I almost didn't go. I'm glad I did, though!" Felicity rambled slightly. It was something she tended to do when she was nervous. Sara seemed to genuinely like her, and she felt pressure to make sure Sara continued to like her. She didn't want to say something stupid or embarrassing.
Sara smiled in amusement. "I'm glad you did, too! Otherwise, we might not have ever had the chance to get to know each other."
Felicity felt a pleasant warm, tingly feeling blossom within her chest. It was reassuring to hear that Sara was also happy that they were becoming friends.
"So, was your dad mad?" Felicity asked.
Sara leaned back in her chair and shook her head. "No. Ever since my mom…" she broke off abruptly, looking away from Felicity. She seemed surprised that she had mentioned her mom; like she hadn't meant to. She cleared her throat. "Well, he's been pretty lenient with us, Laurel and me. I try not to take advantage of it, but it works in my favor sometimes," she explained.
Felicity knew that Sara and her mom had been in a car accident the summer after their freshman year. Sara's mom hadn't made it. She felt bad for inadvertently prompting Sara to mention her. She probably didn't like to talk about it; especially not with someone she barely knew.
"What about your parents?" Sara asked.
"It's just my mom," Felicity clarified. Laughing a little, she answered, "And no, she wasn't mad."
Sara raised a curious eyebrow. "Oh?"
"She's different," Felicity tried to explain. "She was just happy I was acting like a 'normal teenager,'" she said using finger quotes and rolling her eyes. "I think she was proud that I had my first ever hangover. She made me coffee and tried to give me advice for preventing and dealing with hangovers in the future." She smacked the palm of her hand into her face, slightly embarrassed. She and her mom were very different people, and sometimes it was hard for Felicity to deal with. Sometimes she just had to make a joke out of it to make it all seem easier.
Sara laughed. "That's awesome! Yeah, my dad doesn't care as long as we're safe about it; like as long as everyone watches out for each other and no one drinks and drives. The usual." She paused, eyes squinting in slight disbelief, then asked, "So, was that really your first hangover?"
. . .
"Hey!" Sara exclaimed as she slid into the open seat next to Felicity on Friday morning. She was early for Lit, which was unusual.
Felicity looked up from the book she was reading to smile at her new friend. Sara had sat next to her every day in Lit that week, and they had been texting often outside of school. They were definitely becoming friends, and Felicity was much more at ease with the idea of it now. She no longer felt insecure or worried about proving herself as a worthy friend. Sara seemed to like her for her, dorky rambles and all.
New friends were usually fun and exciting; getting to learn about each other and discovering all the ways in which you click, but with Sara, there was more to it than just that. Sara was different from Felicity's typical friends, and that was exhilarating in a different sort of way. She was unpredictable, and Felicity enjoyed the thrill that Sara's unpredictability gave her.
"You're actually on time today," Felicity greeted with a teasing smirk, closing her book and setting it to the side of her desk.
Sara chuckled and rolled her eyes. "I know," she moaned as if it were such an inconvenience to be early. "I wanted to talk to you before class. Are you going to Nyssa's bonfire tonight?"
"No," she replied with a slight frown and a shake of her head. "I wasn't invited."
Sara laughed. "I'm inviting you, dork!"
Felicity rolled her eyes and said, "But won't Nyssa care if I come? It's her party."
Sara's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "Of course not! Everyone loved you last weekend," she reassured.
Felicity still hesitated. "I don't want to crash Nyssa's party."
"You won't be, I promise." Sara thought for a moment and then said all cajoling and singsong-y, "Ollie will be there."
That got Felicity's attention. She and Oliver hadn't had very much lab work in Bio that week, which meant they hadn't had a chance to talk very much since the party last weekend, where they had almost kissed. It was definitely tempting to have another chance to hang out with him outside of school. "I don't know; maybe? Can I think about it?"
"Sure, and I'll tell Nyssa to personally invite you," Sara ribbed. "Would that make you feel better about coming?"
Felicity grinned and nodded. "It would, actually," she said with a good-natured smile in response to Sara's teasing.
Sara pulled out her phone. "Okay, I'm texting her right now," she laughed.
Her phone buzzed on the desk seconds later. Sara read the message and then smiled cheekily as he held it up for Felicity to see.
Nyssa had replied: Yes! Of course Felicity should come! Tell her she'd better be there :)
"See? Everyone thinks you're the bee's-knees," Sara said with an I-told-you-so sort of haughty smile accompanied with a pointed eyebrow raise.
Felicity finally caved, not able to suppress the huge grin that had taken over her face. "Alright, alright! I'll come!" She felt almost giddy, flattered that Sara and even Nyssa were so adamant about wanting her there.
The bell rang a moment later, and Mr. Berlanti began his lesson. Felicity sent Sara one last smile before turning her attention to the notebook that lay open on the desk in front of her.
Later that day, Dr. Wells assigned the next lab project in Biology, so Felicity got to work with Oliver. They worked quietly together, making small jokes here and there.
"Okay, so we need the graduated cylinder next for the Iodine solution," Oliver said reading from the lab worksheet on the table in front of him.
They both reached for it in tandem, and their fingers brushed against one another's. Blushing, Felicity immediately pulled her hand away, muttering, "Sorry!"
Oliver smiled softly at her. He seemed amused by her reaction. "No worries," he replied casually, grabbing the graduated cylinder. Watching her, he cleared his throat lightly and said, "Hey, so, there's this bonfire tonight at Nyssa al Ghul's." His eyes never left hers; Oliver Queen was confident. "You should come."
Felicity wondered if he had ever been turned down by a girl before. Honestly, probably not.
She smiled and attempted nonchalance, not wanting to seem over-eager even though her heart was pounding in response to his invitation. "Yeah, I'll be there," she said evenly. "Sara mentioned it earlier."
Oliver's eyes widened and his eyebrows raised slightly, taken aback by her response. It gave her a small thrill that she had surprised him. She didn't want him to think she was like every other girl who was vying for his attention; she was different. "Oh," he said. "I didn't know you two were friends."
Nodding, Felicity confirmed, "We are. Well, just since Tommy's party last weekend. She's cool."
Oliver nodded his head in agreement, soft smile still in place. "She is, yeah. We've known each other forever."
Dr. Wells interrupted them from the front of the classroom, "We have about five minutes left of class, so finish as much of your worksheets as you can and get them turned in to me up here before the bell rings."
They quickly finished the worksheet just as the bell began to ring, signaling the end of the class period.
"Have a good day, Felicity," Oliver said with a charming smile as he left the room. "I'll see you tonight."
. . .
Felicity parked her car on the street in front of yet another enormous mansion. She didn't know if she'd ever get used to seeing these fancy houses her new friends lived in. She grabbed her phone from where it rested in a cup holder and read the new message Sara had just sent her.
From Sara (10:04pm):
When u get here just come around back!
Felicity walked up the driveway and followed a path to the side of the house and through the unlocked gate of a wooden fence that surrounded the entire back yard. A stone path led through a well-tended, elaborate garden. Nestled in between flowers and impeccably trimmed bushes were multiple stone and marble fountains of various sizes and designs. Small benches lined the multiple pathways. Felicity gasped at the magnificence of it all.
The party was in full swing as she entered into the more open area in the backyard. A large deck lined the entirety of the back of the house and stairs led down from it to a large in-ground pool. Sara hadn't told Felicity to bring a swimsuit, but some people were swimming. Further back from the pool was a large stone fire pit surrounded by smooth wooden benches. The whole yard was lit by decorative torches and strung up lights. Music played in the background, but mostly Felicity's ears were bombarded by sounds of voices and laughter. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.
"Felicity!" Felicity heard Sara shout her name in excitement before she saw her. A moment later, a body hurtled into her and wrapped her in an unexpected hug.
She almost pulled away in surprise, but calmed when she realized who it was. She began to feel warm and tingly; Sara always made her feel special, as if she desired her company above anyone else's. Her own arms wound around Sara's middle to give her a light squeeze in return, and she laughed in response to Sara's drunken enthusiasm.
"Are you already drunk?" Felicity asked with a soft laugh, pulling out of the hug to look Sara in the eyes.
"Nooooo," Sara insisted with a happy, lopsided grin. She reached toward Felicity's face and grasped a piece of loose blonde hair between her fingers, pulling slightly. Felicity's belly jumped suddenly at the intimate gesture, and she broke eye contact with Sara as a blush colored her cheeks. "Just a little tipsy. I got here early to help Nyssa set up, and we pre-gamed a bit." She released the lock of hair and took Felicity's hand in hers. "Come on! Let's get you a drink!"
It was almost déjà vu as Sara paraded Felicity through the crowd of partygoers and into the heart of Nyssa's backyard. She led her up the stairs and onto the deck where coolers lined the wall of the exterior of the home, all filled with alcohol.
Sara dropped Felicity's hand, grabbed a fruity wine cooler from one of the many coolers, and then handed it to the other girl. "Try this. I think you'll like it more than beer," she offered. She gestured to the cap. "It's a twist off."
Felicity covered the cap with the bottom edge of her flowy yellow tank top and then used her fingers to twist the cap off. She took a sip and hummed in delight. "This could be dangerous," she said with a smile. "It tastes like juice!"
Sara laughed. "I know!" She grabbed a beer for herself and then led Felicity back down the steps, past the pool, and over to the bonfire.
. . .
About two hours and a few wine coolers later, Felicity found herself thoroughly entertained by Barry's attempts to roast a marshmallow.
She laughed hysterically as another one of Barry's marshmallows dropped from his stick and into the flames, ruined.
"Damn it!" he exclaimed with a good-natured laugh. "That's gotta be, like, the fourth time that's happened!"
"Want me to make one for you, babe?" Iris asked with a smirk. "All of mine have come out perfect."
Barry sighed, defeated. "You're the best," he conceded with a smile.
"Felicity," Nyssa greeted, gracefully plopping down onto the bench next to the blonde. "Have you seen Sara?"
Felicity shook her head slowly, the motion making her foggy brain dizzy. "Nope," she replied, popping the 'p' with emphasis. "She left to get us more drinks ages ago!" She continued with a whine, "I miss her."
"Me too," Nyssa said. "Let's go find her."
Felicity easily agreed, and Nyssa grabbed her hand and tugged her through the crowd, under the back deck, and through a pair of sliding glass doors, which led into the basement of her home.
"I can't believe your parents just let you have parties where everyone gets drunk!" Felicity exclaimed.
Nyssa shrugged. "My dad is away on business. He doesn't know."
"Sara!" Nyssa called, rounding a corner. She was still pulling Felicity by the hand. Felicity obediently followed along feeling almost like a puppy, but was also curious to find out where Sara had been.
Nyssa opened the door to another room and stopped dead in her tracks, making Felicity collide into her back. The blonde moved around her to stand at Nyssa's side, jaw dropping open at the sight before them.
Sara was reclined on the edge of a pool table with her legs wrapped around John Constantine's waist. One of her hands cupped the back of his neck while the other rested low on his back. John had one hand woven through Sara's golden blonde locks and the other was creeping up the front of her chest. Their mouths were fused in a heated lip lock.
Nyssa took a jerky step backward and turned to flee. For some reason, Felicity remained frozen for a moment, unable to look away, unable to put a name to the unpleasant feeling that crept over her as she watched Sara make out with John.
A small, breathy moan from Sara broke her out of her trance, and she blushed, turning to chase after Nyssa.
She caught up with the taller girl and placed a gentle hand on her arm. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Nyssa pulled her arm sharply from Felicity's touch. "Just leave me alone!" she snapped bitterly, but she sounded upset. Before Nyssa turned and ran up the stairs, Felicity saw a single tear escape from the brunette's eye and trail down her cheek.
Felicity wandered back into the yard, more curious than ever before about Sara and Nyssa's relationship. She wondered why her stomach had churned at the sight of Sara making out with John; why she felt jealous. She and Sara had become close friends relatively quickly, and she was the person Felicity felt closest to and most comfortable with at the party. Maybe she was jealous that Sara wanted to spend time with John instead of hanging out with her.
She rejoined the group gathered around the fire and grabbed a marshmallow to roast. She felt drunk, similar to how she had felt last weekend, but rather than feeling happy and silly, she felt isolated and sad. She wished Sara would come back and sit with her so that they could joke about how bad Barry was at roasting marshmallows or giggle quietly at Dig's efforts to flirt with Lyla.
She didn't know how long she sat alone, listening passively to the conversations around her, until she felt someone take the seat next to her.
"Hey," Oliver's deep voice greeted.
Felicity smiled, surprised that he had approached her. Oliver was confusing and sent mixed signals. Sometimes she thought he might be interested, like when he invited her to Tommy's party and then wanted to be her 'mate' in Kings Cup, but usually she thought he couldn't care less about her. They didn't really talk outside of school, he'd never made an effort to get her number, and for most of Tommy's party last weekend and the bonfire that night, he hadn't tried to hang out with her at all.
"Hey," she replied calmly, trying to keep all emotion from her voice. She didn't want Oliver to think she was like super ecstatic to be talking to him or anything.
"Are you having fun?" Oliver asked, taking a sip from his beer.
Felicity shrugged. She had been having fun earlier. Not so much now, though.
Oliver gestured to the uncooked marshmallow in her hand. "Are you gonna roast that?" He asked with a small, teasing smile.
Felicity grinned back. She said with a laugh, "I was going to; I guess I got distracted."
He bumped his shoulder against hers. "Well lucky for you, I have something better." He reached to his side and produced a paper plate with a brownie on it. "Pot brownies," he explained. "Want one?"
"Don't give her that!" Sara said with her eyebrows scrunched together in annoyance, appearing in front of the two with her hands on her hips. "She'll get sick. She's been drinking all night."
Oliver calmly raised his eyebrow at Sara, not at all bothered by her judgmental tone. "I think she'll be fine, Sara."
Sara rolled her eyes and instead directed her gaze to Felicity expectantly. For some reason unknown to even herself, Felicity felt like rebelling against Sara. She wanted to show both Sara and Oliver that she wasn't just some naïve, inexperienced nerd; she wanted them both to think she was cool, that she could break the rules sometimes too.
Felicity reached for the brownie and took a bite. Sara shook her head and muttered, "Whatever," under her breath. She sat down across the fire from them next to Amaya.
"Do you want to go for a walk, Felicity?" Oliver asked, standing and holding out his hand for hers.
She blushed and felt her heartrate speed up. Maybe he was interested. She forced her eyes to meet his and took note of how pretty his eyes were, the sharpness of his jawline, and the faintest shadow of stubble beginning to poke through there. He was certainly handsome, and Felicity was reminded of why she had a crush on him to begin with.
"Yeah," she said with a smile, placing her hand in his.
As she and Oliver walked away hand-in-hand, she turned and found Sara staring at them. Felicity couldn't read the look on her face. She shot her new friend a smile, but Sara didn't smile back.
They walked through the gate and into Nyssa's front yard. Oliver led her down the driveway and onto a sidewalk. They walked mostly in silence, fingers still entwined. Felicity was worried her hands might be sweaty as she was starting to freak out a little bit that she and Oliver were alone on a romantic midnight stroll. Maybe he would kiss her. After the initial relief she had felt when she hadn't had to kiss Oliver during Kings Cup had faded, she began to feel regret that she had missed the opportunity. Maybe one kiss would be all it took to convince him that they belonged together.
"This is my car," Oliver said as they came to a stop next to a red Ferrari. "Do you want to get in and listen to some music?"
Felicity's heart was pounding. Surely if she got into this car they would make out. She nodded and managed to squeak out, "Yeah."
Oliver smiled charmingly at her and opened the passenger-side door to let her climb in. He then rounded the front of the car and climbed into the driver's seat. He started the car and found a good radio station, lowering the volume to create a soundtrack for their conversation.
White skin underwater
You know she's somebody's daughter
He reached over the center console to twist a strand of her blonde hair through his fingers.
"You know, you look really pretty when you wear your hair down," he whispered, his eyes dark and hooded.
She blushed at the compliment, unsure how to respond, and averted her eyes from his and to her knees instead. His fingers trailed down her cheek and jaw and then cupped her chin to turn her face back to his. She watched as he drew her face in closer to his, his eyelids fluttering shut just seconds before his lips touched hers for the first time.
I'm here tonight and I want her
I'm here tonight and I've got her
They kissed, and it felt nice. His tongue was too large and rough in her mouth, but when he pulled back and nipped lightly at her bottom lip, she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her throat.
The sound encouraged him, and he leaned further across the console and pressed his fingers against the waistband of her jeans. Gasping a little in surprise, she tried to pull back, to protest, but he just followed the movement of her body, surging forward enough to keep their mouths pressed together.
His hand crept up underneath her shirt and landed on her breast, where he squeezed softly. She moaned at the sensation; it did feel good; but she wasn't ready for this much this fast. Managing to pull back just enough, she panted against his moistened lips, "Hey, can we slow down a little?" She placed her own hand over his on her chest and pushed his hand down and out of her shirt.
"Of course." He smiled softly and admitted sheepishly, "I guess I got a little carried away."
We can hold hands, we can make-out
Sit silent or cry out
Immediately, his lips were back on hers, but the kiss was much slower and more deliberate. She began to relax and enjoy the sensations that went along with making out with Oliver Queen. His stubble scratching pleasantly against her cheek; his fingers running through her hair and tracing along her face and neck, making goosebumps rise up all over her skin.
His hand grasped her hip and tugged her closer to the center of the car. She followed, sucking lightly on his bottom lip, making him groan. The sound caused heat to flood low in her belly, turning her on.
Then, without warning, her head began to spin, and she felt incredibly dizzy. Her stomach churned and tears sprung up in her eyes. "Wait; stop! I don't feel so good"
In our heads we're like winners
Though we're just beginners
At some miserable game
. . .
Staring at her illuminated phone screen, Sara stumbled across Nyssa's yard and into the elaborate garden that decorated the side of the house. She wondered where Ollie and Felicity had gone. Sara looked up from her phone as the gate to the yard swung open forcefully, and Felicity nearly fell through. Sara almost laughed, thinking that Felicity must be really drunk, but then she heard the sobs coming from her new friend and noticed the shiny tear tracks along her cheeks when Felicity looked up at her.
Sara's face scrunched up in concern as Felicity took the last few steps necessary to collide into Sara's body.
"Hey," Sara said softly, comforting. She tilted Felicity's face upward and used her thumbs to gingerly wipe the tears from her cheeks. "What's wrong, baby?"
She was either too drunk or too concerned for Felicity's wellbeing that the term of endearment just slipped out accidentally. Felicity didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't say anything.
Instead, her arms wove tightly around Sara's neck as she cried softly into her shoulder. She took a few deep breaths and managed to get herself under control. "Oliver and I went for a walk and we ended up at his car. He asked if I wanted to listen to some music and I did. He kissed me and we were making out, but then I started to feel really dizzy. It felt like the car was spinning, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I managed to get the door opened, and then I threw up all over the sidewalk and it was all just so embarrassing! I got out of the car as fast as I could and ran," Felicity sobbed. "I just, what if I blew it with him? What if he thinks that I'm disgusting because I puked everywhere?"
"Hey," Sara interrupted, bringing her back and trying not to chuckle at Felicity's misery. "He shouldn't have given you that pot brownie; I knew it would make you sick. So, really, it's his fault."
"That doesn't make me feel better." Felicity pouted.
Sara sighed. "Felicity. You are amazing. If he isn't into you anymore because you got sick one time at a party, then he doesn't deserve you. Trust me; it's happened to the best of us at some time or another."
Felicity nodded and smiled slightly at Sara. "Thank you."
Sara's hand trailed down her arm. She slipped fingers into Felicity's and said, "Come on; let's get out of here. I live a few blocks down. Do you want to stay the night at my place?"
Nodding again, Felicity let her head drop against Sara's shoulder. She suddenly felt exhausted.
. . .
"My limbs feel so heavy," Felicity said later on at Sara's house. Felicity sat on Sara's bed as Sara dug through her dresser to find pajamas for them both. "I feel funny."
Sara laughed. "That's the weed." She sobered up a bit and said, "And the reason you felt dizzy and got sick was probably because you mixed weed with alcohol. You shouldn't do that again."
Felicity smiled sleepily and mock-saluted Sara. "Aye, aye, Captain!"
"Okay, how about these?" Sara asked holding up a pair of fleece pajama pants and a long sleeved t-shirt. "Nice and cozy."
"Perfect," she confirmed with a sleepy smile. "But, um, can you help me? My arms feel like lead. I actually don't think I can lift them up. What if I'm never able to lift them up again?"
Sara rolled her eyes, but smiled in amusement at Felicity's mild paranoia. She walked over to Felicity and lifted her arms above her head. "Keep them up," she instructed. She grasped the hem of Felicity's shirt and tugged it up over her head.
Sara tried her best to keep her gaze fixed on Felicity's, but wasn't able to stop herself from sneaking a peek. In her inebriated state and with Felicity not acting shy at all, it was impossible not to. "Um," Sara hesitated, "Do you want to just keep your bra on?"
Even through her drunken high, Felicity had the awareness to blush at her current situation. "Yeah, just leave my bra on."
Sara grabbed the t-shirt and carefully pulled Felicity's arms through and brought it down over her head, covering her up. "Pants?"
Felicity nodded sleepily. "Yes, please."
Sara sighed at the sweet torture she was currently enduring. She couldn't believe she was actually undressing Felicity, albeit in circumstances much different from what she had been imagining all week. "Okay, lie back."
Felicity did as she was told, eyes immediately falling shut as her back hit the bed. Sara unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off as clinically and methodically as she could. Still, her fingers grazed against the soft, smooth skin of Felicity's thighs. Did she just imagine that sigh falling from Felicity's lips?
She tossed the jeans aside and quickly pulled the fleece pajama bottoms up Felicity's legs to settle securely around her hips.
Sara then got dressed herself and climbed into her bed next to the other blonde. She nudged her softly. "Hey, Felicity," she said, quietly waking her. "Can you scooch over a little? Do you wanna get under the blankets?"
Felicity hummed sleepily and arched her back up off the bed so Sara could pull the blankets out from under her. She stared unabashedly at Felicity's body in that position and couldn't keep the dirty thoughts from entering her mind. She wanted to make Felicity's back arch like that again, but from pleasure in response to Sara's fingers and tongue.
She shook those thoughts from her head and reminded herself that Felicity was straight and into Ollie, of all people. Her first crush. Her first hook-up.
She covered herself and Felicity with the blanket and rolled over so that her back was to the other girl. She felt Felicity shift back until their backs were flush against one another.
"Goodnight, Felicity."
"G'night, Sara."
. . .
Groaning, Felicity rolled onto her stomach and buried her face into her pillow to block out the sunlight filtering in through open blinds. Her face scrunched up, trying to remember when she would have opened those. She usually kept her blinds closed and her curtains drawn.
She felt the bed and blankets shift as Sara rolled over next to her, and the previous night came rushing back to her. She groaned again, and Sara giggled.
"Morning," she said with soft, scratchy morning-voice as she poked Felicity's shoulder. "You alive?"
"Don't wanna be," Felicity grunted. "Not after last night."
Sara laughed. "Was it really that bad?" she asked Felicity's back.
Felicity sighed and rolled onto her side to face her friend. "Sara. We were making out and I puked. It was bad," she deadpanned.
Sara smiled and teased, "You were making out in his car! That is such a high school cliché. I honestly expected better from Ollie. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's him."
"It was pretty cliché," Felicity chuckled. "He grabbed my boob."
Sara gasped with a playful smile, "Oh, the scandal!"
"Shut up," Felicity said with a laugh, shoving Sara's shoulder lightly.
Sara rolled onto her back and Felicity followed suit. They laid in peaceful, sleepy silence for a moment.
"Hey," Felicity began. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," Sara easily agreed.
"What's the deal with you and Nyssa? Are you together?"
Sara was quick to correct her. "No, we're just friends."
Felicity wasn't sure if she bought it, though. So, she continued to press, "But, I see the way you two interact. You're not just friends."
Sara sighed and rolled her eyes slightly in defeat. "We used to date and still hook up sometimes. But it's casual," she explained. Curiously, she ventured tentatively, "Why do you wanna know?"
Felicity kept her eyes glued to the ceiling. "It's just that, last night, Nyssa and I went looking for you and we saw you… with John," Felicity kept the details ambiguous, knowing Sara would know what she was referring to, "and she was really upset."
"Oh."
Felicity blabbered on, "And, well, I know it's none of my business, but, I mean, do you like John?"
"No. Not like that," Sara replied.
Felicity's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, "They why did you make out with him?"
Sara rolled onto her side again to face Felicity. "I don't know. I just wanted to make out with someone and he was there." She laughed at herself, "That sounds really bad. It's just that he was obviously interested, and I felt like it, so I did." She shrugged.
Felicity was quiet for a moment. "I think Nyssa still likes you."
Sara shook her head. "We ended things mutually. We both agreed that we shouldn't be tied to each other all through high school. That's how we spent all of sophomore year; so wrapped up in each other that we missed out on a lot. We didn't want that going into junior year."
Felicity hummed, not wanting to push anymore. Her friendship with Sara was still pretty new. She grinned. "So, is John a good kisser?"
Sara groaned and hit her in the face with a pillow.
A/N: Thank you so much to those of you who have read this story so far and especially those of you who took the time to leave a comment! I really appreciate it. I'd love to hear what you all thought about this chapter!
The lyrics are from Welles' song "Seventeen"
- H.M. :)