Never Been Kissed Chapter 1, a scandal fanfic

The Olivia in this story is very shy and quiet, keeps to herself, is a virgin and has never been kissed. But she is tempted by her new AP English Literature teacher, Fitz Grant, he's 30. This story will be a slow burn and will be updated, not as often as my other stories.

Sunday August 30, 2015 – Senior Year at Ethel Baker School for Girls - Connecticut

3:15 pm

Jon opened the door of the sedan so I could get out, my father was supposed to escort me to school as was our tradition, but work had come up. My father had a job working at the Smithsonian, he was a curator. Something always seemed to come up. My mother had died when I was 12 in a plane crash.

Jon was my father's personal assistant, he helped with anything that my father needed and today my father had needed someone to drop off his daughter at school. Where I would live until June when I graduate. I was to apply to colleges this month, my father and I had taken tours of Brown, Columbia, New York University, Yale, Harvard, Stanford and Princeton over the summer. My father wanted me to go to Princeton, but I was applying to all of them.

As was par for the course, I'd been coming here since I was in Grade Six. My mother had died the summer before sixth grade, asking my father about feminine bodily functions didn't happen as he was not the warm and fuzzy type. He loved me and I knew that, but he didn't show it often.

The routine here was to unload my stuff, take it to my room, unload it there, then go out for dinner with my dad. Since my birthday was in 2 weeks, my father usually gave me a present of some kind, a book or a piece of jewellery. This year, he said he would come up to visit me for my 18th birthday.

Jon cleared his throat to indicate he had all my bags and I just had to show him the way. He followed me down the cobblestone path to the dormitory building for high school students. Grades six to eight were housed in a separate dormitory elsewhere on campus. The dormitory housed 90 students between the grades of nine to twelve. Grades nine to eleven had two students per room, Grade twelves got their own room, which I was looking forward to this year. Abby had been my roommate the past two years and she was very noisy.

Taking the elevator up to the third floor, I inserted my key into the lock and unlocked my room. Smiling, I walked into my room, it was airy and being on the third floor meant no one above me. I was at the end of the hall, the room across the hall from me was the staircase heading up to the roof. Which meant I only had one neighbor sharing a wall with me. Jon put my bags down where I indicated.

Since my father wasn't taking me out for dinner, I was going to walk to the supermarket downtown, it was about 5 blocks from the campus.

After thanking Jon and watching him drive away from my window. I texted my father to let him know I was here safe and sound and that I'd talk to him tomorrow.

Tuesday was a half day, home room was from 8:30 – 9, there was an assembly for the middle school students from 9-10, then the high school students from 10-11.

The campus wasn't huge since the number of students wasn't that great. The set-up of the campus was kind of like a giant four leaf clover. Middle school students which were students from Grades six to eight were housed in a different dorm and had their classes in two buildings on the east side of campus. High school students, which was grades nine to twelve were housed in the dormitory I'm in now, three floors, single rooms on the top floor.

Each senior was paired up with a new grade six arrival, I remember my grade twelve big buddy, her name was Eloise, blonde hair and blue eyes, she went onto Georgetown University and is in law school right now, we're pen pals and we keep in touch.

When I started here six years ago, I was still lost in grief over losing my mother, my buddy, Eloise was a huge ray of light in the darkness that I dwelled in. My father had been of no use to me, he worked harder than I'd ever seen him, he didn't spend any time. He insisted on this boarding school, saying it would be a good experience for me, allow me to spread my wings, be independent, get a good education, make friends and not be distracted by boys.

I am a virgin, have never been kissed and I am totally awkward around boys. Abby had a boy/girl party at her place in the Hamptons over the summer, I'd been staying with her for a week. I hid in my room with a book during the party, but she dragged me down. We were playing Spin the Bottle and I spun the bottle and it landed on a cute boy, named Nick, he had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, but I just couldn't picture myself kissing him.

I'd ran back to my room. Abby hadn't bothered asking me about it till the next day. "I'm not ready for that," I told her.

"You're almost 18 and you've never been kissed, aren't your hormones raging?" she asked. She, who had been sexually active since last summer. She had lost her virginity at a beach party to David Bowen, one of the players, who had sex and carved the girl as a notch on his bedpost. I wanted romance, feelings, a man, not a boy who just wanted to get his dick wet. I wanted a man that knew what he was doing, how to use his hands, what to do with them.

"That's just how I feel, please respect it," I looked at her over the cover of my book.

"Sure," rolling her eyes, she left me to my reading that afternoon.

We had to wear uniforms during class times, but otherwise we could wear casual clothes as long as they weren't too revealing. I was wearing a pair of denim shorts, not cut-off Daisy Duke style, comfortable, dark and frayed. A navy tank top covered my breasts comfortably, not clingy or low-cut. I was all about comfort. I slipped on a pair of white tennis shoes, tied my hair in a high pony tail. Grabbing my purse, I was off to look for some munchies. I had a mini fridge, so I could buy some beverages too.

Walking into Fresco's Market, I grabbed a basket, heading for the aisle of feminine products, I needed to load on some things. As I was walking around a corner, my eye caught on some lotion that was on sale. I bumped into something solid, my basket went flying along with my items.

I fell on my butt, shaking my head, I gathered the items that were near to me and put them back in my basket.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," a husky masculine voice said to me. Looking up, my eyes popped when I saw him. He was beautiful, wrong word to describe a man. But he was brawny, muscled, wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans, work boots on his feet. He had thick dark curly hair and blue eyes.

"Here let me help you up," he held out his hand to me. I reached up and let him pull me up. I felt a spark of electricity travel from his hand to mine. When I was standing, I slowly let go of his hand.

Leaning down, he grabbed one of my items that I had missed and put it in my basket. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you for helping me up," my words stuttered out of my mouth, I felt tongue tied in his presence. I continued to stand there and stare him.

Sticking out his hand, "I'm new here, my name is Fitzgerald Grant," he introduced himself.

I looked at his hand, sticking my slightly sweaty hand in his, I felt that electrical spark again. Obviously he didn't, since I could discern not outward reaction of any kind. "I'm Olivia Pope, I live here, it's a nice town, you'll like it here." I smiled at him, pulled my hand back. "I've got to go, I'm meeting someone."

I walked down the next aisle, I had finally met a man that I was attracted to. He was probably married with kids, he looked at least to be in his late 20's, possibly 30. I was only 17 for another two weeks, jailbait. Reprimanding myself, I gathered the rest of my items and went up to the cashier.

After paying for my items, I walked back to the campus. Letting myself into my room, I put my items away and lay on my bed, shutting my eyes. I was tired. It had been a long day.