Author's Note: Hi guys this is my first fanfiction. I hope you guys like my first chapter of Love and Ice a love story about Olivia and Fitz from scandal. None these characters belong to me they are the creation of the great Shonda Rhimes. Hope you enjoy.

He moves the puck. Everything and everyone has disappeared. It's just him and the goalie. Left, right, left, right the puck moves on his stick. He approaches the goalie. He moves the puck left, fakes the goalie, and slaps the puck into the top right corner of the net. There is a brief silence before he hears the cheers of the audience and his teammates as they rush to congratulate him on the goal. The first goal of the game and the first goal of the season.

It's going to be a great season, he thinks.

In the locker room after the game Fitz undresses from his hockey uniform and puts on his black dress suit. At twenty-six years of age Fitzgerald Grant was a superstar hockey player for the Chicago Blackhawks. He was one of the highest scorers in the league having ended the 2013-2014 hockey season with a total of seventy-two goals and forty-eight assists. He was fast and an excellent stick handler, making it difficult for his opponents to stop him from scoring a goal. Fitz worked hard to perfect the skills that he had. From the time he was five years old, he was playing hockey. By the time he reached his freshman year in high school, the NHL (National Hockey League) was eager to sign him to one of their teams. That's the awesome thing about the NHL. There're not like other professional leagues that wait until an athlete is in college before they sign them. NHL signs athletes as young as eighteen if there good. But Fitz was more than good, he was phenomenal. Unfortunately Fitz's dad big Jerry wanted his son to have a college degree and would not allow him to play professional hockey without it. To be honest big Jerry didn't want his son playing hockey at all. Big jerry was the governor of California and politics was his life. Unfortunately due to his sex scandals he couldn't go very far in his career but he hoped that his son could live out his dream of one day becoming the president. He thought that hockey was just some hobby for his son but nothing more. To Fitz hockey was never a hobby it was his dream.

However Fitz did not want to disappoint his dad and decided to attend the University of Minnesota in the twin cities. He chose this university because it had an excellent pre-law program for undergraduates and their men's hockey team was one of the best in the college hockey league. So in the fall of 2007 Fitz became an undergraduate at the University of Minnesota. He liked the university. The campus was beautiful and because he was wealthy he was able to buy a single bedroom apartment for himself on the outskirts of campus. Everything was good until the first day of class. Fitz had signed up to take three pre law classes and five prerequisite classes for his freshman year. That way he could get a head start on his law classes as well as complete all his prerequisite classes before sophomore year. His first law class was on Mondays from 10:00am till noon. It was 9: 45 as Fitz scurried around his apartment, putting on his clothes, brushing his teeth, and finding all his supplies that he needed for his first class. By 9:55 he was running out of his apartment building to his class hoping that other kids were late too. Sadly when Fitz arrived to his class at 10:05, everyone was already seated and the introductions to the class had already begun.

"You're late!" said the professor, a short black man in a grey suit. "What's your name boy?" the professor asked.

"Fitzgerald, sir. Fitzgerald Grant," Fitz answered back nervously. By now the entire class which consisted of fifty students was watching the interaction between Fitz and the professor.

"You have already broken my first rule"

"I know be punctual" Fitz states.

"No. My first rule is there are no rules you would have known that had you been punctual. Have a seat Grant."

The class snickers as Fitz finds a seat next to Olivia Pope, another student in his class. Olivia was not so amused. Olivia is what other people would call a stickler in academics. She was always on time and completed her assignments to perfection. While the interaction between Fitz and the professor was going on Olivia could hear whispers from her fellow female classmates as they cooed over Fitz's gorgeous looks. Of how luscious his brown curls looked and how beautiful his eyes were. They even whispered about his physique and how taunt he looked even in a sweatshirt and loose fitted jeans. Olivia was not swooned over Fitz's good looks. She thought that his disgruntled hair made him look messy and the earring that he wore in his ear made him look like a douche bag. The fact that he was late annoyed her and because of his physique she assumed he was nothing more than a useless jock. And of course he had to sit next to her.

Abby, her best friend was excited that Fitz was sitting in their row. She was one of the females that cooed over him when he first arrived. The professor took a short break from his introductions to gather more supplies. Fitz took this opportunity to greet the beautiful girl next to him.

"Hi. I'm Fitz". Olivia pretended not to hear him which made Fitz frown in confusion.

"Aren't you going to say hello back?"- Fitz asked.

"No because I don't entertain dumb jocks."

"How do you know that I'm jock? Or that I'm dumb. You haven't even met me."

"Your sweatshirt says wolves' hockey and your name and your player number is written on the back."

"That still doesn't prove that I'm dumb." –Fitz

"It doesn't matter." -Olivia

"It does matter. You just insulted me and then-

"Look I'm trying to concentrate here. Why don't you go sit somewhere else?"

"I'm not moving", says Fitz as he tries to engage himself in what the professor was saying. He couldn't believe that he was insulted like that. But man that girl was hot. With her brown curly hair that framed her face, kissable lips, brown doe eyes, and the body of a goddess even when she was sitting down. This is going to be a long year he thinks.

Fitz chuckles at his memory as he continues to put on his black dress suit. Suddenly the coach of the Chicago Blackhawks enters in the locker room.

"Ok boys. As you all may know we just traded Patrick Sharp for a player from the Arizona Coyotes hockey team. I would like to introduce you all to Jake Ballard."

Jake Ballard. Jake fucking Ballard. Fitz thinks furiously as Jake saunters in to the room.