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“Felicity, Roy meet; Tommy, Bruce, Ted, Hal, Laurel, Lyla, Diggle, and Sara.” Oliver stated, proudly introducing his friends.
“Who they already met this morning.” Digg interrupted. “Yeah seems that our dear friend Ollie has forgotten that we’re on the welcoming committee.” Sara chided dropping her bag to the floor so Roy could sit down.
“Well how was I supposed to know you were introducing them?!” He defended. “Because we told you! Besides how many other new kids do you see?” Diggle asked in astonishment.
Oliver looked at the floor then back up at his friend. “I was . . . a bit preoccupied.” Felicity noticed Laurel blush as she moved one seat down so Oliver could sit between them. Digg hiked his eyebrows and started laughing so hard no one heard his response. Sara rolled her eyes and bumped him lightly on the shoulder.
“So I see you’ve made friends with Oliver. That’s not always a good thing.” Sara joked redirecting the attention back at the new duo.
“Shut-it Sarbear.” Oliver mocked.
“One day Queen, I’m going to snap your neck for using that nickname at beyond wrong time. But sadly I’ll have to wait.” She beamed at him. Oliver sat silently and smiled right back at her, knowing that if they were alone or doing less-than-holy activities he would have reminded her of how whenever he called her that on their ski trip she would jump his bones.
“Say, Roy you play any sports?” Hal asked.
“Yeah. I play football and basketball. It’s actually what I got my scholarship for.” Roy answered feeling a little more relaxed.
“Sweet. That means you’re coming to practices this afternoon right? Or does your scholarship mean you’re too good to practice and you just show up to the games.” Bruce teased.
Roy shook his head. “Nah. I still gotta practice like every other guy.”
Felicity was shaking under Tommy’s stare. He had been giving her the evil eye ever since Oliver introduced them. That was fifteen minutes ago. At this point Tommy probably had a permanent hunchback from crowding over his sandwich like that. His words shook her from her stupor.
“So you say no to drinks with me but yes to lunch with him?” Tommy asked gesturing wildly at his best friend from across the table.
“Well I . . . um . . . I . . .” She choked out. “I thought that was your way of getting me to sleep with you. And I don’t drink… much, but lunch seemed harmless enough. What was he going to do, kidnap me for ransom?” Realizing what she said, Felicity held up a finger to stop Tommy from blabbing her hacking skills.
“I’m going to stop you right there Thomas Merlyn. Because if you even squeak a peep as to what I told you earlier today, I will destroy you. And that is not an empty threat. Trust me, Felicity Smoak can’t lie. Isn’t that right Roy?”
Hearing his name shook Roy out of his open mouth shock. He vigorously nods his, “She’s the worst. One time—”
“Thank you Roy.” She says cutting him off.
Everyone looks at her with bewilderment. Everyone except for Oliver that is, he’s used to it by now. That’s when Tommy laughs. “Fair enough Smoak.” And everybody goes back to their meals or engaged in conversation.
After what felt like an awkwardly long pause to Roy because he couldn’t contribute to any conversation he saw Thea emerge from the lunch line. Following his gaze Hal leaned over and whispered, “Ollie put a big no no stamp on her. Last guy to mess with his baby sister got a black eye and some cracked ribs. That’s when he implemented rule number five into the code.” Roy nodded his head understanding the whole big brother thing.
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After tryouts in the boy’s locker room Ted walks up to Roy as he is about to leave. “So you and Felicity don’t have anything going on right?”
Roy was stunned anyone could even possibly think that, she was like an older sister to him. “What… no way . . . we’re just friends.” He replied shakily, shuddering involuntarily.
Ted patted him on the shoulder. “Good. ‘Cuz I was thinking of asking her out.”
Overhearing this caused Oliver to slam his locker and stalk over to the other two boys. “If anyone is asking Felicity out it’s me. Okay!” He barked maintaining eye contact with Ted.
“No way man! You already have a girlfriend. Remember Laurel? Or is it Sara this time?” Ted sneered.
Oliver fingers dug into his palm and the death glare he was sending Ted would make any person faint, yet Ted was somehow unfazed by it. “Sara was a mistake . . . and Laurel that’s over once she finds out” He remarked poking his finger in Ted’s chest before he continued, “Remember the code, Grant.”
“Yeah whatever, Lance-sister-hopper!” Ted spat out after him. In return Oliver flipped him off as he stormed out of the locker room.
“He may be my friend and teammate but sometimes he’s just a huge ass!” Ted scoffed.
Letting everything sink in Roy asked, “What code?”
“Oh that, yeah it’s just a couple of rules we made up after a huge fight broke out over a girl and her two-timing self. Here.” Ted took a lamented piece over paper out of his locker and handed it to Roy:
The Brotherhood Code
• Rule 1: Wait a respectful week before making your move on a girl who has just been through a breakup with another brother.
• Rule 2: If she is coming between us she isn’t worth it.
• Rule 3: Whoever saw her first has ‘dibs’. Once you’re turned down it continues on to the next brother.
• Rule 4: Once ‘dibs’ are called Do Not pursue!
• Rule 5: Family is off limits. No exceptions!
• Rule 6: If she chooses one brother over another that brother must make it up to him.
• Rule 7: No brother should ever tell his girlfriend that they cheated on her. Ever!
• Rule 8: Be supportive of All relationships.
• Rule 9: Do no let any brother make a drunken fool of himself no matter views it may get.
• Rule 10: No Fighting if an intoxicated brother flirts with your girlfriend.
• Rule 11: Dorm room rule 101: Use a rubber band ;)
• *NO outsiders will ever know of this code! Absolutely None!*
Roy was surprised the list was so thorough considering the name was so generic and boyish. “Sign it.” Ted stated handing him a pen. Roy took the extended pen and signed the code with no hesitation. He already saw a loophole between the rules.