Mine-3 v2

A/N:so sorry I am bad with commitmentbut I'm back,Yeah! Aslo wants again thanks to the lovely BunnyGoBoom for making this story legible because otherwise you be disgusted by my bad punctiation and grammar...

Summary: Highschool!AU. She was going to go to jail if Oliver Queen didn't remember what personal space was soon.

Felicity likes her personal space, and if that means she's going to be an anti-social outcast, then so be for some odd reason, Oliver Queen did not respect her personal space at all.

He pretty much stomped on it then spit on it for extra effect. He's dramatic like that.

She supposed there were a few people she didn't bother having around, like Diggle, who was a year older than her. Oliver's eight-year-old sister Thea was another tolerable companion, as was Roy, an unusually intimidating nine year wasn't one of those people.

That big hulking piece of human was crushing her with his weight, selfishly deciding he couldn't stand on his own."Jeez, Oliver! Get off!" she grunted, trying in vain to move him. "You weigh, like, three of me and then some!""Shush! Be still, Felicity. I'm sleepy and you're so comfortable." Oliver said, adjusting his head more snugly on her shoulder. He was making her blush with all this cozying. They were in public. People were going to notice if he didn't get up.

amused snort to her right caused Felicity to turn and glare at its source. "Is this amusing you, Diggle?"He tried his best to look innocent. "Huh? No, uh, I just remembered something funny.""You're going to hell for lying," she quipped. "wearing underwear soaked in gasoline. I'd say you'd be in a hand basket as well, but I don't think you'd fit."

Before Diggle could respond, she turned her attention back to Oliver, whose breath she could feel on her neck. Her eyes widen when she saw that he was , naturally, Felicity did what any person with an attractive—um, annoying—person on their shoulder would do; she began to poke him mercilessly. In the face. With her pencil."Wake up! We're in public, you big stupid—" Her sentence was cut short when her pencil was snapped in half.

"Felicity, I will not be responsible for my actions if you poke me again." Oliver growled while giving her a sleepy glare, giving him the look of a petulant child."Are you really going to pretend you didn't just break my favorite pencil with your stupid super strength?" she asked, her eyebrow twitching in annoyance."Felicity, it's called working out. If you didn't act like you die a little on the inside every time you see work out equipment, maybe you wouldn't think that I have some kind of super strength."

"So you're going to ignore the fact that you broke my pencil.""Yep," he answered with a cocky grin as he rubbed his eye. "How long was I out?"

That's when Felicity realized something she'd been letting slide for at least fifteen minutes. "I just realized something…""What's that?""You need to get out of my space.""Or what?""Or you'll have to change your name to Olivia."He moved so fast that a breeze stirred her hair as he moved to sit on the other side of Diggle."You truly are a she-devil." Oliver practically hissed at her. Diggle rolled his eyes, wondering why he risked being seen with these people in public. Felicity grinned smugly, reveling in her victory.