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 Chapter one

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Oliver sat on the edge of the giant pool, which is situated in Queen Manor's backyard, warm water slowly washing his feet. He sighed, closed his eyes and rubbed them with his free left hand, the second one firmly holding the bottle of beer. He took another sip, absorbing the taste. He had this deal with parents, that beer is okay only after his 18 birthday. Not that he was abstinent before. Hell no! He drank, smoked, took drugs and other vices, which the life of teenage billionaire offered. Plus the inability of his parents actively raising him or his sister, has made him typical rich frat boy. He is Oliver Queen. He could and do what he pleased.

It's beginning of June but mainly start of summer holiday. Thanks to reconstruction, his school ended 5 days before today. It should have been the best summer of his life. Last summer before graduation, college and how his father loves to say, before he has to take responsibilities for his last name. To become 'master of the universe' and preparing himself for his place as hire of Queen Empire. But universe punched him in a face just the second day out of school. And what a punch it was.

Oliver wasn't a saint. He is pretty much opposite of it. He drinks A LOT. And not casually drinking a beer with his friends, no, hard liquor – vodka, scotch...but mainly vodka was on daily basics. He smokes on a daily basis. Not so much weed you would be expecting, but cigarettes. Truth to be told, he stopped because when he joined baseball team, his coach, Slade Wilson, gave him health pep talk about it. So he finally quit, but sometimes he goes with couple of classmates and has a hookah or some cigarettes on party.

He takes drugs. It also used to be worse than nowadays. He started when he was freshman. At first it was innocent. Weed was his first high experience. However, when he started to attend lots of parties, the less innocent it was. At one of these parties, he took ecstasy. It was fun, so it happened to be his party drug number one. Then there were the pills. Sometimes he even lost a track of what pill he put through his throat. His absolute drug peak (or bottom) was cocaine. It was, after all, just one of the drugs for rich spoiled brats.

Fortunately, Raisa – their housekeeper and sometimes bigger mother role to him than Moira, found a dose in his room. He never saw her so angry. He had to swear to stop with it or she would tell his parents. He knew it would be disaster. They would send him on rehab and his father would gave him his classic 'You're disappointed me' speach. He knew cocaine was too much, hell he was only 17 years old. Raisa had controlled him and helped him, when desire was almost too much. In the end he was proud of himself. He never had a dose of that white powder again. Yet that didn't mean he stopped taking other kinds of drugs. Not at all.

He cheated. He was aware he's handsome and attractive. Plus his bank account make him almost irresistible. Long years he was this boy - wearing clothes only with brand on it, driving super fast, super expensive cars, his watches only from the most exclusive designers, hair always in perfect cut. That's why not surprisingly, girls stick to him like moth to the flame. He had couple of girlfriends before Laurel. Each flig lasted about a week. Than he has met Laurel; gorgeous Laurel Lance. Her father is a dectective for Starling PD, and thanks to that, both of his daughters were given scholarship from the city for Starling City's Olson Academy. The best private high school in town.

He met her first day in school, along with her younger sister Sara. Right away she attracted him. She was the girl who embodied his chick type – brown hair, long, slim figure, big boobs, great ass, full lips...she was his perfect dream girl. They circled around each other for couple of months before they finally hooked up. Since they began dating he has cheated so many times, and Laurel knew. She had to. Not every time, but she had to feel it. The times she made a scene, he bought her some jewelry, shoes or dress his mother suggested, and promised, he would never do it again and she always took him back. He didn't know why. He had seen so many times his mother talking with her. Laurel was her ultimate favorite girl. Good family, promising career as lawyer, elegant with the best manners, able to walk around Starling City's high society so well as if she walked in high heels. She was perfect future daughter-in-law. At least for Moira.

His life changed dramatically for a first time 10 months ago. He cheated, again, but this time he made a mistake, huge mistake. He was drunk and actually didn't want to be unfaithful, but yeah, shit happens. Anyway, when Laurel came later, she found a bra under his pillow. She was furious, yelling, screaming, crying, swearing...and in the end she broke up with him. Forever. This time he knew it was serious. She was fed up with his little beside adventures. And for the first time he really, deeply regretted it. He wanted to be with Laurel. He didn't know if he loves her. He had never loved a girl, so how he was supposed to know how love felt. But he cared. He cared about her very much and didn't want to lose her.

So he changed. It was Slade who pushed him. He cut his hair in more mature, shorter cut, he pushed every girl away who reached him and begged. Begged Laurel to forgive him, that he is the asshole who promised her that too many times, but this time he would keep it and he will prove it. He started to study and had better marks and relentlessly wooing her. In the end she gave up, took him back and he kept his promise. He never cheated on her again. He also got better in baseball, made it to main batter and captain of archery team. He spent more time in gym, got more muscular and firm.

The second time the universe punched his life was actually two days ago. He was celebrating the end of the school. 'Goodbye school, welcome summer' party took place at Colin Aldrin's house, one of his buddy's in baseball team. He didn't drink too much and was extremely bored. Laurel had family dinner, because her Sara was leaving for some martial arts summer camp and Tommy – his best friend since childhood, left unusually early, claiming he wasn't in the mood for party, which was weird, considering, he was the same playboy as Oliver.

So next morning after Oliver woke up, he went jogging. He had his 10 miles track and nothing made him refreshed like morning run while listening his favourite band. When he finished it, he felt pumped up for first school-free day, looking forward spending it with his best friend and girlfriend. And sweaty. He was very sweaty. Sun in June was already shining strong and 10 miles made his t-shirt drenched and uncomfortable. Fortunataly, because Merlyn Manor was close, he decided to use Tommy's shower.

He reached the Merlyn residence in short time. He was welcomed by Mr. Kepler, housekeeper.

"Hello Mr. Queen. What brings you here?"

"Hello Mr. Kepler. I'm here for Tommy. Is he up yet?"

"I don't know, he haven't leave his room yet. But I am assuming he is resting, since is first day of summer holiday."

That was nothing new. Tommy enjoyed staying in bed till lunch. He was night person. "I'll go into his room."

"Sure Mr. Queen. Call if you need anything."

And with nod he left towards kitchen. He didn't ask questions. Oliver made his way up the stairs, humming his favourite song and quickly getting to Tommy's bedroom. He didn't bothered with knocking. He never did.

In the moment he opened the door his world shuddered. It wouldn't be the first time he caught Tommy with his 'yesterday night flame'. Sometimes in plural. So he wouldn't be too surprised finding girl crawling in bed in nothing but black lingerie and red stilettos and Tommy under her in his boxers. No, it wouldn't be anything new. If the girl wasn't Laurel Lance. His girlfriend. His girlfriend and best friend.

Right away Tommy spotted him and cursed. He shook Laurel off of him, got out of bed and to stand in front Oliver. Laurel meanwhile grabbed probably Tommy's shirt and put it on.

"Ollie! Ollie! Ollie wait, it isn't what it looks like..." his best friend started with clearly panic in his voice.

Oliver needed couple of seconds to observe the situation. The scene playing in his head on a loop – Tommy and Laurel, Laurel and Tommy, his girlfriend and best friend...Different emotions were changing inside of him so quickly he didn't know which prevailed. Anger was the first one. Without thinking his right fist collided with Tommy's face. Tommy, not expecting the punch, fall on the ground, already rubbing his jaw. Laurel yelped and run towards them.

"What the fuck Ollie?" She yelled at him, kneeling by Tommy's side, examining the bruise.

"What the fuck Ollie? What the fuck you two! I find you two screwing and you thought I would be calm?" Oliver shouted.

"It's not what it looks like." Laurel repeated Tommy's previous words.

"No? And what's it Laurel? Because it looks like my girlfriend and best friend almost naked in bed!"

"Ollie..."

"No! Shut up! So that's why you left early yesterday? To fuck my girlfriend?!"

"No Ollie, just listen..."

"No! I won't be listening you. I am done with you! Both of you!"

Oliver turned around but was stopped by Laurel's words.

"You're so pathetic! Like you didn't cheat on me with every girl who was willing!"

She had a point. He cheated. But this was his best friend, for Christ sake!

"Yeah, but this is Tommy and you! You honestly thought I would pass it like nothing?!"

"Like you didn't make mistakes!"

Oliver paused and thought about Laurel's comment. Mistakes?

"What do you mean mistakes," he looked on them, studied their faces when it hit him, “this wasn't the first time, was it?"

The question stayed unanswered. Tommy was looking anywhere but him and Laurel found the Tommy's carpet more interesting than their conversation.

“How long?" Oliver shouted.

"Ollie..." Tommy begging his best friend again.

“I asked how long?!"

"Couple of months." Tommy's voice visibly full of shame and regret.

Oliver ran a hand through his hair. The whole situation was too unbelievable. His mind tried to process the scene in front of him. Suddenly it was too much. The anger and betrayal he felt towards two people who he trusted once with no questions. He had to get out of here. There was nothing left to say or do. Yeah he could beat Tommy or continue arguing with Laurel, but it was useless. So he left and shut the door with force. Not bothering to look at either of them them single look.

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So here he is, drinking a bottle of beer, watching corners of his backyard and thinking about them. He has ignored all Tommy's and Laurel's calls. He is done. Even if it hurts, mainly with Tommy. To be the betrayal even better, he has found out the whole group of his buddies knew the truth and didn't tell him a thing. So now, completely without friends, he is sitting here and pouring the liquor from the bottle down his throat. That's for best summer of his life.

He doesn't know how much time has passed when he hears his father yelling from the foyer. He is surprised, because Robert Queen almost everyday works till late night hours. That's why him at home in the late afternoon is very unusual. Oliver with sign stands up and heads inside the house. He finds his father standing by the side of wooden table in the foyer.

“Oliver, son, I wasn't expecting you to be here.“ Robert welcomes him.

“You're telling me? What are you doing at home so early?“ He takes a deep breath to answer him when the rapid sound of someone running down the stairs fills the space.

“Daddy! You're home early!“ Thea, his 9 years old sister jumps on their father, holding cell phone in one hand and popsicle in second one.

“Hi, baby girl. I picked up your mommy at work and decided to come home early and make family dinner. Good?“

“Yes, It's boring here with Oliver, he's brooding all day. He's no fun.“

"Thea..." Oliver whined, sounding like a little kid.

"Who's no fun?" A familiar voice said from behind them. They turned around and see Queen matriarch, Moira, coming their way.

"Mummy!" Thea shrieked with happiness. She wiggles out of Robert's arms and ran towards her mother. It's like Christmas to see both of their parents home for dinner. Most of the time it is just Queen siblings and Raisa or Moira. The last family dinner they had was on Oliver's birthday and that was months ago. Oliver knows how much his sister misses having them around. Yes, there is Raisa and him and he tries to be the best older brother to her, but still he can't quite fill her needs for parents attention, mainly their father's. So every family action is like present for Thea.

"Ollie has been moody all day! He's sitting by the pool, whimpering like a little baby and drinking beer from the bottle. I tried to coax him to play some games but he refused. He haven't left the house for two days now. He's so annoying! Even Jessica said that and she has the biggest crush on Ollie like ever, even more than on Harry Styles!" Thea described to her mother.

His parents look at him with a confused expression across their faces.

"Oliver, are you okay?" His mom asked with care.

"Nothing..." Oliver replies wearily, not really wanting to talk about it.

"Thea, baby, go to tell Raisa we will all have dinner tonight while we talk with your brother." Robert says to Thea. She nodded her head and quickly disappeared into the kitchen.

"So, Oliver, what is it?"

"I said, it's nothing."

"Are you in trouble again? What is it? Alcohol? Drugs? How much it will cost us this time?"

He knew his father didn't have the best expectations of him, but it still hurt.

"Oliver, sweetheart, just tell us, so we can help you." His mother kind words and concerned face is the last push to confess his difficulties.

"It's Laurel, we broke up."

"Oliver, what have you done this time? I thought you stopped with cheating..." Moira's disappointment clear.

"Believe me or not, it was Laurel who cheated." he snapped at her.

"Wait...what? Laurel cheated on you?" Incredulity evident in her features.

"Yes, with Tommy." he whispered, but anger showing in his voice.

"With Tommy? Oh my god Oliver! I...I don't know what to say."

"Yeah, mum, they didn't have much either."

His father offered him sad smile and gave him a sympathetic hug around his shoulders, before leaving the room. Oliver sensed his father now understood why he doesn't want to talk and dropped the topic. His mother on the other hand...

"Oliver, I now it's horrible, but, you have to admit, that you made couple of stupid things too. So be angry, but then go to Laurel and forgive her."

"Mother, are you crazy!? She cheated on me with my best friend! Yeah I know I wasn't the best boyfriend ever but ever since we decided to start with white blank page ten months ago I have never went with someone else. And no, sorry, I know you loved her and thought she would be perfect daughter-in-law and next Mrs. Queen but I can't forgive her this betrayal! No! Just no...Our relationship was always, since the beginning, this fucked up. We...we...bring up only the worst of us. It was only just matter of time when we would call it of but, this?! Sleeping with my best friend..." Oliver furiously shook his head and before running upstairs to his room.

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After dinner Oliver announced he planned on going to the gym. He usually goes with his friend John Diggle but it's late and Digg has free day which he's spending with his fianceé Lyla. He has known Diggle since his 15. John was 23 and after his first tour in Afghanistan. They became friends easily, he found in Digg somehow older brother who he went for advice. After his third tour he left army behind with his girlfriend, later fianceé Lyla. Lyla started working for government, but Digg wanted to escape this life since during one of the tours his brother died. He founded the gym and helped people in self-defence classes. 

They grew apart during Oliver's wild times but when he got clean he went to Digg and asked for help to stay drug free. (it was after his rehab from cocaine) Digg proposed gym exercise and it definitely helped. It cleared his head and every time Oliver had weak moment he went there to train. It was his thing to train at least every day and yeah, he likes what it does to his body. Besides, it has enhanced his baseball performances so much it has even made him star of the team.

He arrived at the gym and from locker room he went straight to the boxing dummy and began to punch. He tried to put all his anger on it, hoping it would give him some kind of relief.

"Wow, easy tiger." The voice next to him says. He looks up to see Roy Smoak.

He is, how he calls him, 'gym buddy'. They met here and quickly created friendship. Well friendship, they only talk at gym, never go out together after. Yet, Oliver liked to hang out with Roy. He is a little smaller than him, with dark blond, short cropped hair. He's at same age. From what Roy has told him he studies sports and photography. It is odd combination, however he explained he loves sports such as hockey, basketball and martial arts and never actually was into school. So his mum let him study at the sport academy. Also, if he remembers correctly, another passion of his is photography, because his mother is very famous photographer and he kind of inherited it from her. That's why besides attending the sports academy he also attends photography school in summer and some photography classes after school. Also he's great at parkour – another thing in common with Oliver, has girlfriend Charlie and has never mentioned his father though always talking about his mum with adoration. And yeah he has younger sister. And that's all he knows about Roy.

They never talk much just the same stupid themes – sports, chicks, school....nothing serious.

"What's up Queen? Trouble in paradise?" He asked sarcastically.

"Leave it Roy, I'm not in the mood to deal with your crap"

"Wow, what happened? You sound like someone scratched your porsche"

When Oliver didn't reply Roy started to pay attention. Every time he points out he's wealthy Oliver usually fights back, mostly with words.

"Common Queen!"

"I broke up with my girlfriend..."

"Well, sorry about that..."

"after I found her in the bed of my best friend." Oliver finishes. Roy opens his mouth and closes it again.

"Man, I'm sorry, that's bad...I mean, if I find Charlie in my friend's bed I don't know what I would do...How are you holding up?"

Honestly, Oliver doesn't know if he is hurt or just pissed off. If he is sad his relationship with Laurel ended or just upset of what how it did. If he is more sorry of loss of his girlfriend or Tommy. So he punched harder. Roy silently joined him and began to train on next dummy.

"I'm done..." Oliver said as finished session. He grabbed his gym bag, throwing towel over shoulder.

"Yep, me too. If you're going I'll go with you I just have to do something before we leave, so wait a minute."

Oliver nods and heads to the lockers. He is half way when he hears the soft sound of music. It's coming from the hall he saw once dancers training in. Curiosity overtake him and silently approaches slightly open large glass door. Inside the room are only couple of lamps turn on, which causes very light illumination. Outside, the city is already drowns in darkness also the corridor where he stands. He likes going to the gym almost at closing hours, taking opportunity to work out in calm and without people.

In the hall he spots only one person, girl. She has her back to him, facing mirror wall, that's why he isn't able to see her face clearly. She's wearing peach hoody, black tracksuit and nike sneakers. Her hair pull up in messy bun, still firmly in place as she stretches her head back and forth. First she pulled off her hoodie. His shivers a little when he catches a sight of what's underneath. The top part of black leotard has short sleeves and upper part is translucent, covered only by sheet of black cloth. Then she removed her sweatpants and shoes, which allowed the leotard to leave little to the imagination.

Whoever she is, she has perfect legs – long, slim, tight but very feminine. Her skin under lamp light glows and he can tell the complexion is creamy and smooth and so touchable. Oliver imagined running his hands over it to feel if it's velvet as he believes it is. Her whole body is tiny, he guessed her height is at least up to his shoulders, however she isn't too slim as he would have thought ballerinas are. She has curves. His stare moves to her bottom when she bent down to her gym bag. Damn...if her legs are great, her ass is fabulous. And he saw a lot of them.

Oliver doesn't have much time to observe her backside, because ballerina moves to the stereo in the corner where she selects a song. After that she turns around. The hall is big, the lighting is somewhat dimmed that she didn't notice him. Oliver has been trying his best to keep silent and hidden behind the wall in the dark to be able undisturbed watching her. Wait a minute... Isn't this weird? IS he weird? What the hell is wrong with him, spying that girl without knowing who she is. His thoughts are cut by the mysterious girl, who starts stretching. The front side of the suit is even more sexy than it's back. It has sweetheart neckline but covered in the same sheer cloth like he saw on her back. But it's her movements what captures him.

At first she come to the horizontal polls by the glass wall. She stand up on pointe shoe, which he kind of missed her putting it on. Then lashes out slowly her left leg and almost vertically rests it on the bars, bending her head to it and hugging the leg. Oliver is shocked with how she made it with such a ease. On those freaking pointe shoes!

She repeats the same routine with second leg. Than she leaves the bars behind and stretches without it. Suddenly she slides, so slowly, into the ballet split. Oliver only stares as ballerina bends her back and her head touches the leg. It isn't possible, to be this supple, yes he heard of ballerinas that are flexible but he always had in mind a gymnastic athlete when someone has said flexible. Not ballerinas. Yeah he actually hasn't seen any ballet. His parents wanted to come with them on one of many ballet plays which Starling City's theater offered but everytime he had something better to do. He could see the huge mistake he made. Oliver doesn't know if he is more captured or aroused. Of course, he realized how creepy it is to be aroused by unknown girl while she was in ballet split but hell, he was 18 years old guy, just a man, and this was hot as fuck.

The girl abruptly straightens and removes shoes. Again she passes to the stereo and choose different song. And this time, barefoot, she begin dancing.

Oliver has never seen something like this. Her each move is accurate to the music. Every jump, turn or split are, although evident difficult, performed in complete lightness, like it was her second naturality. He has no idea who she is, damn he doesn't even see her face properly but still he's trapped by her completely. There is just something about her. He is so fucused on his stalking when he hears Roy's voice.

"Queen? Queen? Oh here you are, sorry it took so long, I was looking for...yeah here she is."

Roy says as he saw him. Oliver quickly steps back from the door to not to look like he is observing her, which he actually did for last ten minutes. His gym buddy walks into the hall without any problems right to the girl. They know each other? Was it that mysterious Charlie, his girlfriend?

"Hey Fel, there you are and be careful." He addresses the girl, handing the car keys.

"Thanks, Roy. I'll be here just another hour and then go home."

Oliver's curiosity is too big to be ignored anymore, so he took a deep breath and comes inside. For a first time he could see her face fully. She was beautiful. Her eyes are big and so bright blue, framed by long lashes. And her lips. Damn her lips...He has never seen more kissable one, covered in light pink gloss, full and moving while she talks with Roy. Her whole face is soft with petite features not sharp edges, which he prefered in past. She is absolutely different than any other girl Oliver has ever showed interest in.

And she is absolutely the most beautiful one he has ever seen.

'"Queen, hey, I'm going now, I just had to give her my car keys. By the way, this is Felicity, my younger sister."

Oliver looks directly on her, their eyes meet for the first time. Now he can put the name to her face.

Felicity Smoak, the enchanting ballerina.

 So that's it. I hope you liked it and come back for next chapter:)

Katie:)

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