Fic: Over My Dead Body
I have no idea what this is or why this happened… but here. Have a High School!Olicity with a little bit of Tommy Merlyn thrown in.
Prompt: You look like shit.
“You look like shit.”
“Shut up, Tommy,” Felicity says, holding onto her stomach as she tries not to throw up.
She’d told Mr. Walsh that she didn’t feel good today and he’d still made her run the mile. She should sue the school for negligence.
Better yet, she should vomit all over his precious Reeboks.
How is it that tuition here is thousands of dollars a year and they can’t afford competent teachers? Felicity would have been better off turning down her scholarship and attending public school.
“Are you going to barf? Because I have to tell you, Smoak. I’m a sympathy puker. If you throw up, I will, too,” Tommy says, earning him a glare.
A wave of pain hits her and she doubles over, crying out.
“Mr. Walsh, I don’t think Felicity is doing too good,” Tommy calls out, putting a comforting hand on her back.