Disclaimer: Just bought Arrow at an auction event. Green vigilantes belong to me! HAHA, in my dreams until then I have nothing but the plot.

Chapter 3: Hi, My Name Is Happy Gas

Felicity managed to scrape by her morning classes without major embarrassment. Until the fifteen minute break when she decided to go to her locker. She glanced up at the clock in the hallway. Great! Just flipping fantastic! She had five minutes to open this demon locker and get to what she thinks is the other side of the school building.

"You know, instead of cursing your 'demon locker' you could ask for some help." A new voice suggested.

Felicity banged her head against the locker, "Of course I said that out loud and of course a really cute guy heard me talk to myself."

She heard him chuckle and was instantly mortified, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to make a pass at you or anything I was just… I have no…" She sighed and gave up trying to dig herself out of this hole. "I'm sorry. Could you maybe possibly help me open my locker?"

"Sure, what's the combination?" He said sliding up to her locker and clearing the lock.

"10-24-6. Weird isn't it, my combination being todays date. Does yours do that? Obviously with a different date because if they were all the same that'd be really bad security. And for the amount of billionaires that go here one would think they'd have great security. But I know for a fact it is crap because I accessed their mainframe and put not one but two names on the scholarship role in less than five minutes."

"Impressive." He nodded moving away from the open locker. "And speaking as one of those billionaires. I suggest you not scream that in the halls. I'm Tommy, by the way, Merlyn."

Felicity was suddenly more flabbergasted than ever. "I'm Felicity."

"Well Felicity what do you say to a few drinks back at my place on Friday?" Tommy asked.

"Umm….No thanks Tommy. I've still got a whole lot of unpacking to do, and lord knows Roy would rather die than help unpack his half of the apartment. But thanks for opening my locker. And I'm glad it doesn't smell like gym socks or French cheese." Felicity declined and put away some books in her locker and practically sprinted to her chemistry class.

-A—

"Mr. Queen, nice of you to join us." Her chemistry lab teacher Mr. Westermin announced.

"My pleasure." Oliver replied with a charming smile.

"Ugh. Why does he have to be so cocky all the time?" Ray groaned. (She had already taken his number and become friends with Iris.)

"Yeah, but he's so cute." Iris murmured then blushed as Oliver sat across from her. Truth be told Felicity heard about Oliver Queen billionaire playboy heir to fortune 500 company Queen Consolidated, but he never interested her until he sat right plump next to her.

"Hey Iris" He greeted then turned to her and asked. "You're new right…" He peeked over at her paper. "Felicity. How's this school treating you?"

"School's great so far. I haven't gotten lost all that much and I've made some great friends. But I'm pretty sure my locker hates me, because I couldn't get it open and as if that wasn't embarrassing enough Tommy Merlyn had to help me and then he flirted with me…. Failing at it I might add. Plus I rambled on and on like I'm doing now about lockers that smell like socks. Not that that's what we're talking about now… but I kind of am…. And I'll just be stopping myself in 3…2…1…sorry." Felicity was sure of two things; the flush on her face was permanent and she just gave everyone a head rush. Ray and Iris looked at her with gaping mouths while Oliver just looked plain amused.

"I was expecting you to answer fine – end of sentence," Iris joked obviously amused and shocked with her new blonde friend

"We should give you a nickname one like 'Babbly' or 'The Rambler'" Ray continued to joke as Felicity blushed.

"Oh god no! I had a nickname once when I was in elementary school, we had just learned synonyms and there was one for my name. Kids called me 'Happy Gas' for weeks." After taking a deep breath she looked up to see her supposed friends faces. "It's a problem I'm working on." Felicity confessed as the bell rang.

"Saved by the bell, Felicity." Oliver continued as they got up from their seats. "I was wondering if you'd like to sit with me at lunch." He asked nonchalantly. Surprised by the sudden invitation Felicity's reply was nodding her head.

"So where are you from?"

"Me and my friend Roy moved here from Las Vegas." She replied

"Vegas, huh, that must have been cool?" Oliver questioned shouldering his bag.

"More or less after sixteen and a half years you kind of get tired of the sparkly lights and dancing freaks." She shrugged.

"Hey, Barbie you ready for lunch?" Roy asked attempting to ignore Oliver Queen lurking next to her.

"Oh… hi Roy. This is Oliver. Oliver, Roy." Felicity stated, "Oliver do you think we could have lunch some other time, I kind of double booked." She asked biting her lip in obvious nervousness.

"Or, Roy could join us. If you want that is." He nodded in Roy's direction.

"Hum… sure let's go." Roy finalized. "So is he like your boyfriend or something now?" He mumbled to Felicity so Oliver wouldn't overhear.

"No. We're just friends… if that. Besides Sara told me he already has a girlfriend." Felicity answered shyly.