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CHAPTER 5

"Hello, Ms. Grant!" Kara greeted cheerfully. She took a seat at her desk, a grin wide across her face. Cat Grant was the best English teacher in her high school, and the teacher advisor for the newspaper. She was sitting next to James Olsen and Iris West. They practically ran the school paper. Iris had a knack for writing amazing stories. And James Olsen never put his camera down. James and Kara had become particularly close in the last school year.

"Hello, Kira!" Ms. Grant greeted back. Somehow her tone sounded sarcastic to Kara. She and James had discussed why Ms. Grant seemed to call her Kira. James thought it was some sort of power move. But Kara wasn't sure how it was applicable in a school situation.

"You needed me?" Winn walked in.

"Yeah, can you help us set this video camera up?" James asked. Winn would help them out with technology when they needed it.

"Easy-peasy!" Winn said, getting to work. Ms. Grant always had one computer playing the 24-hour news. It went into breaking news.

"There has been a fire on Midway avenue. The building is being evacuated now," the reported said. Everyone leaned over to see what was going on. Midway avenue was hardly two miles away from school. It was times like these when Kara wanted to use her powers. She wondered how many people she could help if she tried. Winn and James were both watching. She longed to tell her closest friends of who she really was. Of what she could really do. She frowned at the computer. She hated being so helpless, especially when she didn't have to be. She hated keeping her secret. But the area had been protected by the Flash for several months now, and with the new hooded vigilante people were calling the arrow, Kara didn't need to show her powers. Still keeping her secret was taxing on her.

"Ummm, Winn? Cisco needs you," Barry had just walked in. "Something in ethical hacking club," he shrugged.

"Oh, okay…" Winn said hesitantly. "Ummm, do me a favor, Barry?" Barry nodded. "Just click this button once the download says it's complete," he showed Barry on the computer.

"Got it!" Barry sat down as Winn left. He sat there awkwardly for a moment, watching the progress bar inch forward. "So, Kara? How are you liking Mr. Henshaw's history class?" Barry asked politely.

"Oh it's great!" she responded, a little surprised Barry was talking to her, but happy. "His lecture was really interesting today," she added.

"Definitely," Barry agreed. The two of them managed to hold a very pleasant conversation until Winn came back.

"Thanks, Barry," Winn said, sitting back down. Barry nodded and started towards the door. But he stopped. He gathered all of his courage. For the last few weeks, for the first time in years, Barry wasn't thinking about Iris. No, his mind was completely preoccupied. He was thinking about how much he loved Kara, how much he loved seeing her and how much he wanted her. He turned around.

"Hey Kara, what are you doing Friday night?" he asked waiting to be rejected. Kara was caught off guard. But she smiled. It was like Barry read her mind.

"Absolutely nothing," she responded. "Unless you have any ideas?" Barry smiled, relieved. They exchanged phone number and Barry left with a skip in his step. Winn and James both gave Kara a playful shove, happy for their friend.

…

"Hi," Barry said humbly as he met Kara outside of the movie theater.

"Hi," she said back. They both laughed a little, then went into the theater. Both of them loosened up as they went inside, trying to not show that they were secretly terrified. Kara was almost instantly distracted. "Ohhh! Let's get slushies!" Kara said pointing to a slushie machine.

"Totally!" Barry agreed. Their conversation became more natural as the night proceeded. They laughed and got to know each other well. After the movie ended they decided to draw out the night a little longer. They stopped by the ice cream shop and walked down the street together.

"Look at that!" She pointed at the TV showing the Flash saving people from the burning building from earlier. "Man, the Flash is a real hero isn't he," Kara said. Barry smiled. Kara didn't realize how much Barry was touched by this comment. It made him love her, even more, knowing that she liked both sides of Barry Allen

"He really is," he replied. He grabbed Kara's hand. She looked up at him and smiled. He wished so much he could tell Kara he was the Flash right then. They hardly knew each other, but he trusted her. Kara felt the same. She wanted to tell Barry about her powers, about who she really was. It was hard but to feel like she was lying to everyone she loved every day. Barry felt the same way. After about an hour of talking, it was time for the night to end. They stared into each other's eyes longingly and slowly their mouths getting closer and closer until they kissed a great beautiful kiss. Kara's heart fluttered as they pulled apart.

Everything felt right somehow. Kara and Barry felt warm and happy. Both had a feeling they would be seeing more of each other. Both would be right.

…

"See ya later Tommy!" Oliver hollered out of his car window and Tommy jogged up the steps to his house.

"Thanks for the ride," he said back giving a short wave. Oliver sped off into the night, off to do God knows what. He had some Arrow business to attend to, of course, Tommy didn't know that. Tommy looked at his phone. 2:47. It was a Friday night, but even this was late for him. Usually, his father didn't care what he did, or when he came home, but Tommy still resolved to enter quietly. He opened the door to find his father sitting in a chair facing the door. Tommy let out a startled gasp.

"Where have you been?" Malcolm Merlyn said in a calm but stern voice. Annoyance filled Tommy's veins.

"Oh, so you care about what I do now?" Tommy said, his tone full of sarcasm. Malcolm was not amused. He stood up and repeated himself.

"Where have you been?" he said it slowly, over-enunciating every word. Tommy wasn't hiding his anger well.

"I told you I was with Oliver," Tommy said trying to walk away and not make eye contact.

"Look at me," Malcolm said grabbing his son's shoulder. "Don't be stupid, Tommy," he scolded. Tommy didn't really know what his father was talking about, and he didn't really care. He began to march up the staircase to his room, but his father called after him. "No matter what you think, I care about you Tommy," he said. Tommy found this hard to believe. Ever since his mother died, Malcolm hadn't shown one ounce of love toward Tommy. He bit his lip, fighting every urge to lash out at his father. Tommy just walked up the stairs to his room, not looking back.

Tommy slumped down onto his bed. He was tired. He was also mad. He was mad at his dad, but also himself. He had spent all night with Oliver. Every time he looked at Oliver it only became more clear to him. He loved him. He loved Oliver Queen. His best friend since before either could walk. Tommy hated himself for it. He ran his hands through his hair and over his face. He knew Oliver didn't feel the same way. He couldn't. He just laid there, staring at the ceiling, fighting all of the anger and confusion and sadness he felt. He hated his emotions. Tommy thought these feelings were only a hindrance on his and Oliver's friendship. But the more he tried to fight them, the more they rooted themselves inside of him until he could no longer deny it. Gosh, what would his father think? He wasn't sure. And he wasn't ready to find out. He was the last person Tommy was ready to tell. He wrestled with his emotions until he had no energy left. Tommy rolled over, still fully clothed, and fell asleep. He was exhausted.

…

Oliver woke up on Saturday morning sore. He had just taken on some fairly low-level street thugs the night before. They were trying to sell a highly addictive drug called Vertigo. It was nothing that the Arrow couldn't handle. Still, his legs ached. He then brought his attention to his hand. It was slightly bruised. It didn't bother him but had an ugly purplish color over two of his fingers. It was the kind of injury that drew attention. Oliver walked down to grab some breakfast and saw his mother and sister already down in the kitchen. "Hey, Ollie!" Thea said cheerfully.

"Morning Thea," Oliver responded, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Morning' Mom," he added smiling at his mother.

"Good Morning Oliver," she said kindly. Oliver went to pour himself some cereal when his mother noticed his bruised hand. "My God Oliver! What happened there?" she said grabbing his hand carefully in her own. Oliver had an excuse at the ready.

"I whacked it on a door last night!" he laughed. "Tommy and I were being pretty stupid. Don't worry it doesn't hurt at all," he sold it perfectly. But it pained him to lie. To his sister and to his mother. And even to his close friends like Tommy and Laurel. But he knew it had to be done. He had to keep his daylife and nightlife as separate as possible. And that included not telling anyone who he was. It was a risk to himself and to anyone he let know who he really was. That's what he told himself every time he told a lie. It only made it a little easier.