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"Remind me why on Earth I decided to go through with this ridiculous idea again!" Felicity whispered violently to her friends who stood on the other side of the changing room door.

"Because you love us" Caitlin giggled in response, knowing Felicity hated these types of events.

Ever since the beginning of their high school experience Felicity, Iris and Caitlin were cast amongst the outsiders to the 'cool' people. Well, all those except for John Diggle who was Felicity's neighbour but was more along the lines of her brother for he was always there for her throughout her life, one of the only ones she actually fully trusted along with Caitlin and Iris of course.

Diggle also so happened to be in football team with none other than the oh-so-famous Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn. He had joined the group when both boys had witnessed Diggle throwing one of his famous spins that ended up landing in the stomach of one of the members of the football team and thus landing the recipient on his arse. Diggle had been a member of the famous group ever since but didn't really give a hoot of the rules and typically spent a lot of his free time with his 'younger sisters' as he had lovingly dubbed them, mainly Felicity though.

"I feel extremely stupid in this!" shouting over the top of the door to the changing room, Caitlin and Iris sat on one of the couches located to the side of the mirror.

"Well get your arse out here and we'll be the judges!" Iris replied with a laugh until they heard the lock click and Felicity sashayed out of the cubicle, their jaws dropping in unison.

"I know alright, I look like a complete and utter idiot" huffing, Felicity crossed her arms in a self-protective move.

"…holy hell Liz…you look hot in that dress! Take a look yourself!"

"Oh you are so going to knock them all dead" Caitlin rubbed her hands together as she giggled gleefully. "Now that's you sorted we just have to find something for us now"

"Oh! I think I may have just the thing, I was going to try them both on but I think they'll suit you two better than they could've me"

"Tommy, I'm still wondering what the hell I'm doing here when I could so easily be somewhere else I actually want to be" Oliver almost growled at his best friend as he, for the millionth time that night, tugged at the collar of his tux that he found out quite quickly was rather constricting.

This was another reason he hated coming to parties like these, he was forced to wear an itchy suit for god knows how long.

"This is stupid. I still think we should totally blo-" halting mid-sentence when he was blinded by a vision of flaming red, Oliver couldn't for the life of him seem to be able to take his eyes of the dazzling beauty that was the goddess in the red dress near the punchbowl.

Bypassing his best friend completely, Oliver couldn't help but be taken with the sight in front of him.

Who was this woman?

Blessed in a figure-hugging flaming red dress that shimmered like a million diamonds, stood a mysterious woman he was already seemingly taken with. Her dress wrapped around her left arm, leaving her other deliciously bare. Her wavy silk-woven blonde hair held up before he flowed easily over her right shoulder.

Turning as she released a laugh that instantly warmed his heart and his very being from where he stood, Oliver noted her identity was disguised as a black and burlesque red mask with black lace and feathers was secured over her eyes and nose, emphasising her dark black plump lips delightfully.

Already, without even knowing her, she was already enchanting him.

Without second thinking anything, Oliver found himself moving forward.

"Excuse me, miss?" the moment those two deep blue eyes met his own gaze, every breath left him.

She was radiant.

"Um…w-would you like to dance?" mentally kicking himself for the stutter, Oliver couldn't find the strength in him to divert his eyes away from her own.

Seconds felt like decades as they steadily ticked by while the goddess before him ran her eyes over his own body, making every part of him harden immensely as it passed her gaze.

"Sure" her voice, he was sure, wouldn't be leaving his thoughts for one hell of a while. "…why not?"

Caging her petite hand in his own, Oliver smiled like a kid on Christmas as he made his way to the dance floor.

"O…M….G, Liz, don't look behind you but Oliver Queen is looking directly at you…holy hell, he's coming over!" Iris squealed under her breath, Felicity finding herself unable to help the laugh that came in response.

Turning on her heel so she still angled away from Queen's line of sight but just so that enabled her view unobstructed of him, Felicity's heart began pounding in her chest.

No, it wasn't the fact that Oliver Queen, the captain of the school's football team was looking her up but instead that she hated not knowing whenever somebody was staring at her back for she felt their eyes everywhere she turned.

"Excuse me, miss?" a deep male voice caught her focus as none other than Oliver Queen in a fresh-cut tux stood before her looking like he was about to burst open in floods of sweat.

Holding off on her utter surprise when he asked her to dance, Felicity soon found herself checking him out right in front of his face.

"Sure" forcing one of her cover-up smiles that to the untrained eye looked genuine but to those of her friends knew at the sight of them. "…why not?"

As his much larger hand grasped hers in such an elegant manor, Felicity threw a panicked look over her shoulder at her friends as Oliver guided her towards the dance floor.

Both Iris and Caitlin shooed her on and mouthed 'relax', huh yeah sure, like that's going to work.

Twirling her own body to his own, Felicity bit back on the shiver rising up as his left arm bound itself round her waist, anchoring her to him while her left hand went to his shoulder and the other had no other choice but to entwine with his own fingers.

It was these types of guys Felicity preferred avoiding because all they cared about was their fame and seeing how many girls they could get to fall into their beds by the end of the night.

She would not be one of those girls.

"So if I behave myself, will I get to know your name?"

"Perhaps, perhaps the secret keeps an essence of mystery in your life and maybe I just don't want to tell you"

"Well then, you aren't playing very fairly for me now, are you?"

"True but then again, when's life ever fair? It's not designed that way. Sometimes life just needs a little mystery to keep it interesting"

"Well you are so many mysteries wrapped up in one, you know that?" spinning her away from him, then reeling her back in against him, Oliver smiled smugly when their faces came within a breath's distance apart "…and that's why I'm intrigued by you. So tell me, if you refuse to tell me your name…what do I call you then?"

"We're not in some old classic Jane Austen novel you do realise? But maybe that's what I want. Maybe I don't want you to know me by anything at all" smirking at his frustrated expression, Felicity messed with his own mask, running her finger beneath the bottom of the material while she splayed her palm against his cheek, relishing herself when she heard his breath catch and a shiver run up his spine. "However, maybe in the future you could make yourself seem less known to the world, Oliver Queen"

The sensible side of her mind cried for her to see sense as she watched in seeming slow motion as Oliver's mouth chased her thumb while leaning into her touch and looking down at her as if she were the only girl in the room, despite the rest of the school dancing as well around them.

As his gaze flickered between both her eyes, Felicity found herself holding her breath before chancing something not a lot of girls could, leaning up and covering his lips with her own Felicity's curiosity got the best of her and made her wonder what was so good at being kissed by Oliver Queen.

Screaming mentally at her own actions, Felicity couldn't help the curiosity as it came into play. All the girls at their school seemed to fall head over heels for this boy so honestly, deep down, Felicity couldn't find fault with herself for listening to that voice inside her head.

Besides he wouldn't be finding out her true identity anyways, why not have a little fun with it?

At the moment of impact, Felicity watched as Oliver's eyes fastened themselves shut tight as her own fluttered closed, his mouth answering to her own as his hand left her waist and glided up the back of her body before it rooted itself on the nape of her neck. His hand entwined with hers guided both her hands around his neck while his right brought them all the more closer together.

Fine…so what if she thought he was a good kisser, she damn expected it for the entire ruckus Queen always riled up in school.

Passion was everywhere she turned to as Felicity fell into his embrace, responding in full to his deep and fulfilling kisses.

Sparks ignited behind his eyelids as he embraced the flaming goddess, pointedly refusing to slacken his grip of her body.

Using his left hand on the back of her neck, Oliver deepened the kiss so much so, he felt next to no space between the two of them.

Groaning when she used her arms around his neck to pull him all the more closer to her, Oliver pointedly growled when one of her hands travelled down to his arse and smirked against his lips when she felt the rumble in his chest.

Abruptly, the sound of the fire bell going off broke them both out of their passion for the other as the crowds of students rushed for the doors as the sprinklers began to go off.

One second she was in his arms and the next…she was gone.

Inhaling her squeal of surprise when two sets of arms ripped her away from Oliver's, Felicity was tuned in enough to realise it was her two friends that were tugged her towards the secondary exit apparently none thought to take full advantage of as Felicity threw one last look to Oliver behind her, who was only now beginning to gain his bearings.

Before her view was completely blocked off from him, she saw his head swinging round as though he was scanning the crowds for somebody.

Shaking her head, Felicity focused on the main reason for the sudden interference from Iris and Caitlin and ran to Caitlin's awaiting car.

Game of Thrones was on.