A/N: This isn't a cupcakes and rainbows fic. There are elements in this story that many people are uncomfortable with and the Olivia that I have chosen to write isn't the Olivia that many fanfics and the show have made us comfortable with. Consider yourselves warned. As a side note, this story was inspired by Ed Sheeran's "The A Team".
Class A
Chapter One:
Too Cold Outside
New York City, January 2013 –
Large, fluffy snowflakes slowly drifted through the dark, night sky to the sidewalk below. Bright lights twinkled, lighting up the city that never sleeps. Even in the dead of the night, throngs of people travelled the grey, grimy sidewalks that were slowly losing ground to the snow raining down on them. A strong gust of wind whipped the long coats of the people on the sidewalk, causing them to pull their warm coats closer to their bodies and hurry their steps in search of a warm building somewhere.
In the midst of all the hustle and bustle under the city skyline, no one noticed the thin, pale face of a young girl huddled against a brick wall in a dark, dirty alley. The small woman-child sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, her knotted, midnight hair nearly covering her face. Large, hungry brown eyes stared longingly out into the street. The girl pushed the nest of hair out of her face as she noticed a pair of shiny, black Oxfords come to a halt in front of her. She slowly lifted her head and looked up into the face of yet another successful businessman who, like the others, probably couldn't find happiness at home. Either that or his wife wasn't willing to do what he wanted. Those were the only reasons men like that ever came to this part of the city.
"Two-hundred okay?" The man tossed the offer out as if this were an everyday occurrence for him, flashing the cash in front of her eager eyes.
The girl shook her head ever so slightly. Two-hundred would get her through another day. She hadn't had much work in the past week and the withdrawal was slowly killing her, torturing her. Her insomnia had gotten the best of her since the last time she had managed to feed her addiction, nearly four days ago.
"Meet me in the restroom of the restaurant across the street," the man ordered, turning on his heel and walking away. Near the opening to the alley, he turned to call softly, "I'll give you five minutes."
The girl watched with emotionless eyes as the man left the alley, heading in direction of the restaurant he had mentioned. She knew his suggestion of a quick rendezvous in some restaurant was degrading, but the allure of her addiction was calling to her. She slowly stood, the large, baggy shirt engulfing her tiny body. She rubbed her rosy fingers together, attempting to get some blood circulating in the icy body parts. She stretched, her lithe body bending backward as her bones popped some, before she started walking toward the opening of the alley. The bright light, coming from every building within the square, caused the petite woman to squint as she was faced with it for the first time that day. She attempted to pull her large shirt closer to her body as a gale of wind barreled down the sidewalk. She lowered her head, unable to look straight with the snow blowing the way it was; blinding her.
She began slowly making her way through the crowded sidewalk, ignoring the disgusted looks of the women dressed in their finest business suits. The men were slightly more sympathetic, some even holding out change as she passed them. To each passerby who did this, she shook her head – she knew how to make her own way on the streets. She sighed as she finally neared the edge of the sidewalk, lifting her head for the briefest moment to see if the flashing sign said she could cross the street or not. She briskly walked across the slick street, lost in the crowd, as the small man began flashing on the sign. She practically jogged the last few steps to the small restaurant, placing her hand on the brass door handle and quickly yanking the heavy green door open, rushing inside. The warm air coming from inside the restaurant hit her all at once, making a satisfied smile escape from her.
One of the waitresses gave her a distasteful look, taking in the dirty clothes and hair, as she briskly walked to the back in direction of the restroom. Coming to a halt in front of the two doors in the back, she took her time staring at each before finally deciding on the one marked by a tiny male figure. She shoved the door open and stepped inside the large, single bathroom – locking the door behind her.
"A minute early, not bad," a voice said from behind her. A look of guilt flashed across the woman's face before she slowly turned around to face the man.
"What do you want?" The woman casually asked, her voice a little hoarse from lack of use but holding the underlying of a melodious, sweet tone.
"Everything," the man intoned, his voice holding promise as he continued with, "What's your name, girl?"
"Names aren't necessary," the woman responded with a flat voice, placing her hands on the edge of her large shirt and tugging it over her head. She shivered as she stood before the man, completely bare from the waist up. Her large, voluptuous breasts uncovered for him to feast his eyes on.
"I need a name to call when I'm thrusting into that tight pussy of yours," the man's harsh voice demanded a name once more as a bulge began forming in his pants. His businesslike persona was fading with the ever approaching reality of satisfaction at the hands of this dirty, yet stunning girl.
"It's Olivia," she informed him, the musical name dancing off her lips as her hands moved to the buttons of her well worn jeans.
"Olivia," the man repeated, almost as if he were trying it out, "You can call me David."
"I told you: I do not need names," Olivia bit out, pushing her now unbuttoned jeans down her thin legs and kicking them aside. Her panties soon followed and she was standing completely naked in front of David.
"Too bad for you that I happen to love names," David returned, hinting at the fact that she wouldn't be paid in full if she didn't use names.
"Whatever," she mumbled under her breath as she moved toward David, placing her hands on his shoulders to propel herself a few inches on her tip-toes before roughly forcing her mouth on his. A few seconds later, she had thrust her tongue into his mouth and was battling him for dominance. Their tongues dueled for what seemed like forever before Olivia pulled away, gasping for air as she moved her hands to the buttons of David's light grey dress shirt. She deftly undid the pearl white buttons before sliding the dress shirt from his body.
"That's a surprise," she stated upon seeing his toned, muscled chest. She hadn't been expecting that from a man like him. Instead, she had been expecting a pot belly much like those of her other patrons. Of course, David, unlike the others, appeared to be much younger. He still had a head full of jet black hair and his dark blue eyes were unmarred by the appearance of crows' feet.
"More than you expected?" David asked with a hint of a smirk in his voice. No doubt he was one of those cocky assholes she despised…or used to despise back when she was still herself; back before she had met her so called friends, stayed up late partying, and dropped out of school to pursue her addiction. She began to think of something to say, but found she couldn't. Every retort that fell on her tongue was something the old Olivia would say. She couldn't risk that. The old Olivia didn't have to worry about making money to survive from day to day – she was a straight A student on a bright path. The new Olivia was a hungry, thin woman with an addiction to feed. She had to play nice.
Deciding against opening her mouth and possibly losing a customer, she moved forward and knelt on her knees; the hard surface cold and unforgiving. She placed her hands on David's steel belt buckle, quickly undoing the piece of metal before unzipping his pants and pulling them down his body, along with his boxers. She waited patiently as he stepped out of his shoes and pants before reaching forward to grasp his hard cock in her hand. She slowly began moving her hand along his rock hard length, watching as his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing began to quicken.
"You like that?" she breathed, experience telling her exactly what to say and when to say it during situations like these.
"Fuck," he breathed as she moved forward, taking the tip of his penis into her warm mouth, twirling her tongue around his head. She moaned, despite not knowing this man and doing this on a regular basis, she felt herself getting wet for the first time in what seemed like months. Maybe it was the unusual sex appeal of this particular patron or the deep, lustful moans he was making, but she was soaking. She could feel her arousal dripping down her soft thighs. Her breathing deepened as she relaxed her throat muscles, taking him deeper in her mouth. His hands moved from his sides to her hair, tangling themselves in the already tangled mass of midnight. He could feel his balls tightening as she took him deeper, nearly hitting the back of her throat and swallowing.
"Damn," he gasped as he shot a steady stream of cum down her throat. He watched as she wiped her mouth before standing. He waited until she was once again on steady feet before backing her up toward the sink. She yelped slightly when her butt collided with the marble corner of the countertop.
"Silence is a virtue," David reminded her, placing his hands on her bony hips in a vice-like grip before lifting her slender body and seating her on the cool countertop. A deep blush covered Olivia's cheeks at the thought that she had been anything but robotic with a man for the first time since…she didn't even dark to think his name.
"Just shut up and fuck me already," she demanded, for the first time in months feeling like the old Olivia, but she couldn't let that feeling last. That wasn't her anymore.
"With pleasure," David smirked, moving forward and slamming into her with force, causing a loud gasp to escape Olivia's plump lips. It wasn't long before both were gasping loudly, a light sweat covering their foreheads as David continued pumping faster, harder. Olivia could feel the tightening in her stomach as she began clenching her walls around David's throbbing member. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezing shut, as she exploded around him. David buried his face in Olivia's neck as he came once more, stilling his movements and clinging to her. The two stayed that way for several moments, catching their breath. Finally, David pulled away and began collecting his clothes. As he was in the process of pulling his pants up, Olivia slid off the countertop to find her jeans. She was hopping into the well-worn fabric, fastening the button, when she noticed David slipping a golden ring onto his finger.
"Men," she spat, shaking her head as she slipped her large shirt over her head.
"Here," David said, slipping a wad of cash into the back pocket of Olivia's jeans, grabbing her ass in the process, "Maybe I'll see you again."
With that last statement, he walked out of the restroom leaving Olivia alone. She reached into her back pocket, pulling out the wad of cash and flipping the green paper. She smiled to herself when she noticed that he had slipped an extra twenty into the original amount before she slid the money back into her pocket and headed out of the room. The waitress gave her a disgusted look as she walked past her in direction of the large, green door. She didn't think twice about the waitress's obvious disgust with her – she was beyond any form of emotional feeling at this point. She pushed the door open and stepped back out into the freezing snow. She slid her hands into her pockets and took off to the right.
She walked for a half hour, pushing through the throngs of people that slowly dwindled down to a handful as she neared her destination. The clean, well-kept buildings that lined the sidewalks had long ago given way to desolate, crumbling brick buildings. Children ran through the deserted streets, shouting at one another even at this late hour. Trash littered the sidewalks – glass beer bottles causing walking to be a treacherous task. Olivia turned down a dark alley that led to a wide open parking lot. A few fires burned in the far corners of the lot and one lone street light cast an eerie puddle in the middle of the cracked asphalt. She shoved her hands inside her sleeves and began walking toward the building at the far edge. A few people shouted their greetings, recognizing her regular face, as she placed a foot on the black iron of the staircase. She slowly climbed the stairs, ignoring those around her, until she reached the top floor. On the top floor, she took a left and walked until she had reached the last door. She knocked loudly and waited. She didn't wait long before an ebony skinned man with long dreadlocks opened the door.
"Olivia," the man exclaimed, his strong Jamaican accent making it difficult for the untrained ear to understand, "It's about time you show up!"
"Hey Demetrius," Olivia smiled, allowing the large man to throw his arms around her, pulling her inside and into a bear-hug.
"You want the usual, dear?" Aaron, Demetrius' partner ever since Olivia had known him, shouted from the kitchen where he was downing a shot of vodka.
"Is there anything else?" Olivia retorted, pulling the wad of cash from her pocket and throwing it at Demetrius.
"Damn girl! Someone's been working hard," Demetrius whistled, taking the cash and disappearing off into a side room.
"What have you been up to? It's been days," Aaron commented, coming from around the small counter in the kitchen and handing Olivia a bottle of beer. She took a swig of the foul tasting liquid as she moved to the old, torn blue sofa and collapsed on the piece of furniture; the first time she had sat on something remotely comfortable in days.
"Oh you know – same old same old. Trying to find work," she shrugged, snuggling into Aaron's open arms when he sat beside her on the couch.
"A girl like you shouldn't have trouble trying to find work," Aaron said, beginning to lightly stroke her arm.
"It's Christmas, Aar, my regulars are too busy trying to make sure everything looks perfect for their nice little dysfunctional families." She let the bitterness creep into her voice as she took a large swig of the beverage in her hand. She didn't normally admit that the men who came to her, cheating on their wives, bothered her. She felt like she couldn't say too much – after all, she was selling her body to buy drugs.
"Here you go babe," Demetrius said, coming into the room with a bag full of a white, powdery substance.
"Thanks dear," Olivia grinned, standing from the couch, grasping the baggie from Demetrius, and kissing him on the cheek.
"Don't stay away too long again," Aaron said as Olivia stared at the bag in her hands.
"What makes you think I'm leaving already? How about a little party?" She raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner as she shook the bag in front of the men.
"Hell yes," Demetrius grinned, kissing Olivia full on the lips before taking the baggie from her hands.
"You two go get some drinks while I set us up here," Aaron offered, grabbing the bag from Demetrius' hands and shooing the two away. Olivia followed Demetrius into the tiny kitchen. She found a tray under the sink and placed it on the counter before helping Demetrius place several small shot glasses on the tray and fill them with vodka.
"You two almost done in there?" Aaron called as Olivia was picking the tray up.
"Get your panties out of a bunch," Demetrius shouted back, following Olivia from the kitchen with the bottle of vodka present in his hand.
"I do the hard work and it takes me less time," Aaron scoffed as Olivia sat the tray down on the wooden coffee table in the room, on the opposite side of the lines of heroin Aaron had set up for them.
"The hard work? I just had to help your dumbass boyfriend fill twelve shot glasses," Olivia shook her head.
"Poor you," Aaron laughed, brushing his hand against Demetrius' cheek and whispering, "She didn't mean it honey."
"Whatever," Olivia rolled her eyes as she moved toward the line in front of her. A satisfied smile left her lips at the first burning sensation of the drugs as it entered her nostrils. She felt a little better each time she moved down the line.
"Olivia!" She barely registered Demetrius' yelling coming from behind her as she continued moving from one line to the next.
"Olivia, you need to stop," Aaron ordered, laying his hands on her arms and attempting to pull her away. She tried fighting at first; she had gone too long without her daily fix and was trying to make up for lost time.
"What the hell are you thinking? Are you trying to overdose?" Demetrius demanded, roughly grasping her shoulders and shaking her. She could already feel her consciousness slipping out of her grasp. She wouldn't be conscious much longer.
"I think she might have," Aaron practically whispered, staring at the table in front of him in shock.
"What the hell?" Demetrius questioned, his voice rising with each word.
"She's never had this much before. I've never had this much before. She should probably go to the hospital," Aaron stated, choosing at that moment to be the voice of reason.
"We can't take her to the hospital. They'll question who we are, where she got the drugs from. We can't risk that," Demetrius nearly shouted, frustration slipping into his features.
"We'll tell them we found her on the street," Aaron resolved, moving toward the door.
"Look at us, Aaron! There is no fucking way they would believe that shitty ass story of yours," Panic now filled Demetrius' voice as Olivia slouched against him
"Fine. We'll just take her outside and I'm sure we'll run into some goody two shoes who will be more than willing to rush her to the nearest hospital. She's our friend, Demetrius. That's the least we can do for her," Aaron sighed, placing his hand on the doorknob.
"Let's get this over with," Demetrius intoned, picking Olivia's thin body up and carrying her out the door. The trio carefully made their way down the iron stairs, slick from the snow and ice. No one spared them a second glance as they walked across the parking lot toward the sidewalk – this was too normal an occurrence for them. They walked several blocks before they finally came across a man that Aaron thought would fit their cause. The man was tall with dark hair. He was wearing black dress pants a knee length, grey wool coat. He looked kind, but the best part about him was that he was locking the door to a Catholic school. Aaron decided to take a chance.
"Excuse me, sir," Aaron called, rushing up to the man.
"Can I help you?" The man asked, turning around to fix Aaron with his icy blue stare.
"My friend needs help," Aaron simply explained, pointing to where Demetrius stood, holding a semi-conscious Olivia who had begun shivering violently.
"Um…let me see what I can do," the man offered, following Aaron to where Demetrius stood in a well-lit part of the sidewalk. They knew that for their plan to work, they had to appear trustworthy – or as trustworthy as they could, to the person they chose to help.
"Here," Demetrius said, handing Olivia to the man when they approached, "She's starting to get heavy. I don't want to drop her."
The man narrowed his eyes at Olivia, scrutinizing her appearance as if he knew who she was as he cradled her in his arms.
"What happened?" he addressed the two men beside him.
"She overdosed," they quickly explained – it wasn't like this man knew who they were.
"She needs to go to the hospital." It wasn't like Aaron and Demetrius didn't already know that.
Olivia's eyes fluttered open as the men around her talked about her condition. Her eyes widened in shock when she noticed who was holding her. Her muddled mind could only half comprehend where she was and she was certain it was playing tricks on her. There was no way he was here. At that moment, the man holding Olivia in his arms happened to look down. Her chocolate eyes left no room for doubt in his mind as to who the girl in his arms was. He couldn't understand how she had gotten to this point, but there was no mistaking the tiny, intelligent, unique woman he had fallen in love with so long ago.
"Olivia?" He barely managed to whisper, having eyes only for her and not noticing the two men who had brought her back into his life, slipping away into the night air.
"F…Fitz?" She barely managed to gasp before her world went dark once more.