A/N: Hey, I would just like to start this story out by saying I don't know when or if this story will ever be finished. I honestly just went on a binge writing of a whole bunch of things for like four fandoms (during my writing for myself) and this was one of my head cannons so I decided to post it. I have a few parts written out for this though I think, if I can find them. I was literally just writing and saving shit all over the place. Anyways...
This story is basically what I think it would have been like if Rowan's lives had crossed paths earlier than he planned. But mostly it is based off of Olivia's first reaction to both Jake and Fitz. Basically if events would have occurred that allowed her to follow her gut and/or initial reaction to both men upon first meeting them. If you remember what her reactions were then you kinda know where this story is headed. Every one's like 10-15 years younger than they are currently on the show. There are again some other characters that I plan on getting rid of soon, I just think from the show that young Olivia had a lot of girlfriends she liked to party with, but they are all a part of Olivia's story. So it starts out with her in law school so Abby and Katherine are there as well as a couple of other girls since Abby neither Katherine were in any of those flashback scenes. I know a lot of people don't like extra characters, but they won't play a big part and like I said will be gone soon. This will start out mostly Liv and Jake, she won't get introduced to Voldemort until later in the story and she will basically stick with her initial reaction to his advances which was Boy Bye. Let me know what ya'll think.
Olivia sat in the middle of the classroom, drumming her eraser against her note pad. She usually enjoyed this class but there were some people who took the air out of the room, and one of those people was currently talking.
"Aye," her friend Rosalyn groaned with a thick accent as she was sitting next to her. "You would think he would get tired of hearing himself talk. He's been talking for the last fifteen minutes."
"Is this class not over yet? Seriously," Kathrine said from behind them. "I'm tired of hearing him talk. Him and the douche squad have taken up the entire class. They've said nothing that makes since yet. It's like they are just spitting shit out of their mouths without relevance."
"Hey, my boyfriend's in that douche squad," Abby said, referring to her longtime boyfriend Charles Putney.
"Sorry," Kathrine said with a sarcastic tone to it.
Rosalynn nudged Kai, "Wake up. She's going to call on you again, and I zoned out ten minutes ago so I can't save your ass this time."
The girl adjusted herself and sat up straighter, prepared to make herself stay awake.
"Actually," a new, but familiar voice resounded throughout the room causing just about everyone including the five girls to zone back in to the topic of discussion, "she's already been tried for this crime. She's protected under double jeopardy."
"No," Landon, the boy who had been talking before interrupted not letting the loner in the back of the class room finish his thought. "She's been tried for her husband's murder, not this guy's."
"But the guy is her husband," the loner interrupted back, this time sounding more determined to finish his thought. "She can't go to jail for killing a guy that's already dead, especially if she was the one that already served the time for his murder."
"But this guy isn't her husband, at least not under the law," Landon said sounding satisfied with himself and confident that he was right. "He has a new identity and exists as an entirely different person. His death would be that of another person according to the law. Sure he would get tried for theft of identity and…"
"Wrong," Loner Guy interrupted making the entire class laugh. Olivia looked across the aisle from them and a smile came to her face as she saw Landon's face grow red.
"Alright settle down," their professor said, causing the laughter to die down some.
"I can't believe this," Landon said angrily. "Are we seriously going to let this guy just sit here and freeload off of our tuition?"
"Settle down, Mr. Hanson," their professor said, "I'm pretty sure your parents' are the ones paying your tuition. At least in your case. Besides, he's the only one that's challenged you and your friends since you decided to dominate the conversation. What's the matter? You can't handle being challenged? If that's the case, I'm afraid you won't fair well as a lawyer."
The boy rolled his eyes and mumbled something to his friend. It was clear that he was pissed and some people around the classroom, likely the people who hated them, snickered and started to mumble to themselves.
"All I'm saying is double jeopardy doesn't apply here," he blurted out in anger, still trying to defend his opinion and not wanting to let the poor guy at the back of the class who couldn't even afford to actually pay for law school show him up. But he was too angry to actually keep his argument coherent.
Olivia looked back at Loner Boy. He was a guy that they had discovered, halfway into the semester, was actually not enrolled in their law program. They had discovered this because he was a fairly vocal participant of the class and during one of the more lively arguments in the class he had been owning some of the top students, the professor had picked up her roster and asked his name. He had told her his last name, Ballard, which was still all she knew about him other than the fact that he was really smart when it came to the law. The professor had told him that he was not on the roster and he had told her that it was because he was not enrolled in the class. He had gone on to explain that he was interested, so he decided to sit in. Some of the more wealthy entitled kids had immediately protested but the professor looked intrigued. She had told all of the whiners to shut their traps and had decided to keep him in the class room as she felt he made her class better. He challenged her students, which made them think, and that was the main reason she had become a professor, to stimulate her students intellectually, make them think outside of the box and push themselves beyond their comfort zone. He helped her do that, so she let him stay. Olivia continued to stare at the guy and decided she should say something. After all, she almost always did in these situations.
"Actually Freeloading Guy," she sometimes called him that, or Ballard, though they never interacted outside of the classroom, "he's right. The double jeopardy law doesn't state that," she rolled her eyes up towards the ceiling trying to remember the wording as closely as she could, "it prohibits state and federal government from prosecuting a person more than once for the same crime or imposing more than one punishment for a single offense. If it is found that Mr. Shapiro is in fact Mr. Mardanelly, it doesn't matter who the government perceived him to be, she still had not committed more than one crime since you can't kill a person twice, a crime which she has already served time for. And," she added with exaggeration, "the real Mr. Shapiro was already dead. You can't steal a dead person's identity. It wasn't like he was missing, he was dead and buried. Two different murders, with two different people convicted and appropriately punished for it, she can't go to jail again for that."
The teacher took a moment to look around, waiting to see if anyone else had anything to add, opening her hands to welcome other speakers. When she saw that no one did, she spoke. "You are correct Ms. Pope. She went on to explain in further detail why Olivia's and Loner Boy's explanation was right. Olivia took the time to throw a look at the back of the classroom. Loner boy already had his eyes locked on her, and all of her friends already had their eyes locked on him as they had turned around with her. He smiled and winked at her, causing her to smile back.
"Oh my god," Cai said as they all turned back around in their seat as if they hadn't seen him wink at Olivia. They didn't really know how to take Loner Boy. He seemed normal, but he was also somewhat mysterious. They only saw him during class and maybe, maybe on very rare occasions out around town, but he was always alone, and no one else seemed to really know much about him either. "He's so hot," she finished.
"Mmm, yeah he is," Kathrine added. "I would ask him out but I'm afraid he might be an ax murderer?"
"Don't worry. If he is, Liv's going to be the first victim if she keeps on flirting with him," Abby added.
Olivia laughed, "I'm not flirting with him. I just so happen to agree with most of his answers. He's a genius. Great minds think alike."
Okay, so maybe there was something silent going on between them. They had developed this class routine. Whenever one of them would pick a side and get into a debate with someone else in the class, the other would jump into the debate to loan a helping hand. At first it started off with her jumping in to to help him. She initially started doing it to mess with the douchebags that sat on the other side of the classroom, but she had started doing it with his arguments with other people to mess with him as well. She was curious but, like her friends, cautious. She figured the 'in class thing' couldn't be dangerous. She had noticed that he had started giving her looks after she had done this enough times. During a particularly nasty debate, he had found himself being backed into a corner and she had jumped in to help defend his argument, afterwards he had smiled and nodded at her. He had then started to return the favor and had recently started winking at her. It was their own little inside thing that only happened inside the classroom, which was a shame, because as Cai had said, he was hot, but as Katherine had pointed out, he could also be a serial killer just there to learn how to evade the law. Either way, she had fun with the intellectual flirting.
Soon their professor dismissed the class, which was a good thing because she was afraid Landon's head was going to explode. She and the four girls stood to gather their things, and she turned around to see the tail end of Loner Guy exiting through the back door. She sighed thoughtfully before grabbing her bag and following her friends out of the classroom.
"Hurry up and open the door Kate. I gotta pee," Rosalynn said causing them all to laugh.
"I'm trying," Katherine said still laughing. Shortly after she was able to push the door open.
"Quick, everyone grab a bathroom," Cai said jokingly as she ran for the stairs.
"No," Rosalynn said as she grabbed the end of her shirt and pulled her back from the stairs. "You guys play too much." She proceeded to go up the stairs because it's not like they all hadn't run to claim one of the three bathrooms in the house after someone had professed there urgent need for one of them.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" Abby asked as she put her bag down against the wall of the entry way. She walked into the living room to see that Cai had taken up residence on the couch while Kathrine had wandered into the kitchen, Olivia was at the desk next to the large picture window at the front of the brownstone sifting through the mail.
"There's a party tonight," Cai said, her Asian accent thick. "I think the Skull Society is throwing it, but it should still be fun." The Skull Society was what they called the uppity rich kids.
Some of the people that lived in their apartment fit into the category, namely Abby, but the difference was she didn't try to put anyone down because of her family's wealth. Her family was also trying to control her with their wealth and her lack of it, which was why she was sharing a brownstone with four other girls while she attended law school. Her parents were paying for her tuition, but they had made it perfectly clear that she was to follow the path that they had set out for her. And because she sometimes had shown some signs of resistance, they had put her on a limited allowance just to let her know that the lifestyle she had become accustomed to could be taken away at any time if they decided to.
"Or we can skip that bore-fest and just go to Adams Morgan and bar hop," Kate suggested.
Cai tilted her head in appreciation of the suggestion.
"Shit," Olivia blurted out as she caught sight of the calendar.
"What's the matter?" Abby asked as they were all looking at the woman now.
"Today's the twenty first," she said frantically, "Why'd no one tell me today was the twenty first?"
They all looked at her as if she was losing her mind. "Sam has that dinner tonight," she told them.
"I thought you were going out with Edison?" was Cai's reply.
"That's next weekend Olivia said as she slipped off her shoes and started for the stairs. She was stopped when she got to the fifth step by Kathrine's voice. "You guys where's Manny?"
They all looked at each other then looked around for the little teacup maltese. He was no where to be found. "Shit," they all said in unison. When Manny went missing it was one of two things, he was probably doing something he had no business, and they would have to find him which was hard because the little bastard could fit almost anywhere. The third option would be that their grouchy landlord had come and taken the dog since he wasn't supposed to be there, which was always a scare in the back of their minds because even though he was sometimes more trouble than he was worth they all had come to love the little guy.
"Rosalynn," Liv called as she made her way up the stairs, "where's your dog?"
"I don't know. I thought he was downstairs with you guys. Shit!" she yelled back before she started calling for the dog, prompting them all to do the same.
"There she is," the man said with a huge smile on his face as she took his hand, stepping out of the town car he had sent to pick her up.
"Hello Sampson," she smiled as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.
"Please, Olivia, darling, call me Sam," he said before giving her his arm, "Shall we?"
She smiled before looping her arm around his, allowing him to lead them into the extravagant venue.
She was a twenty two year old law student in her first semester at Georgetown. She had graduated from Princeton earlier that year and had immediately moved to D.C. to get settled and get reacquainted with the area. Due to her scholarship to Princeton, she had managed to save a good bit of money during her undergraduate years but she had quickly started to burn through that. She wouldn't make it through her first semester at the rate she was going. Thankfully she had met Abby and Rosalynn at a mixer and Abby had voiced her interest in this five bedroom three bathroom brownstone that would be cheap if the girls could share. It was still pretty expensive but still cheaper with the three of them splitting compared to them living on their own. Thankfully during their orientation they had met Cai and Katherine, and though they all had only recently met each other, Rosalynn had said it best. It was going to be hard but they had no other choice. Abby wasn't on the best of terms with her folks. Katherine's family was somewhat rich and could probably afford to pay her tuition and housing but she had wanted to prove that she could do it on her own. Rosalynn's parents had come to the states only shortly before she was born and most of her family still resided in an area in Miami, that embodied all the soul and culture of her home country and the area she had grown up in. Cai was a first generation Korean American that was from the Bronx, and she too was a product of her culture and her environment which made for sometimes weird but always awesome occurrences.
Olivia had a bit of a more complicated situation going on. She too, like Kathrine, had a father who could pay for her law school tuition but she wasn't on the best of terms with him, and by best of terms she meant she hadn't talked to him in two years. She had seen him at her Princeton graduation and had gone the opposite direction, refusing to even acknowledge his presence. So she was slumming it through school, which was hard because as she had discovered she really liked the high life, the ritz and glamour that a lot of the D.C. social life seemed to entail. Thankfully, everything had worked itself out. The girls had actually managed to get along, probably due to fear of being kicked out of the house and having to find new roommates or find a way to afford a place to live on their own, they had managed to keep their more obnoxious living and personality habits at bay long enough to actually become friends. They were growing to be best friends, growing to love each other, unfortunately that meant those little obnoxious and not so nice character traits were starting to bare their ugly heads, but they were handling it well. After all they were in this together now.
She had also discovered that a lot of the male socialites were willing to dish out gifts, monetary and otherwise, to have an intelligent, beautiful young woman on their arms, gifts which she could definitely use. Plus she got to partake in the ritz and glamour and have her name spoken amongst the "It" people in the political capital. She had also discovered that she had liked the company of the older gentlemen, though some of them weren't always gentlemen. She had quickly learned to keep her dating circle small, only two or three at a time and never seen out with one of them too often, at least not without mixing it up a bit in between. Sure there were rumors that she was seriously dating some of these men and whispers about them being too old for her, but she had always been able to cover it as they were just friends, something of a mentor to her, because, well they were. And she could always back the claim with her extensive knowledge, for her age, of law and politics. So her date for the evening got to flaunt her around to his friends and colleagues without being secretly criticized behind their backs for robbing the cradle as her mother used to call it. It was a win-win situation.
So she would charm, debate, and smile her way through this dinner just like all the rest of them. And afterwards, she would have a nice quiet drink with her date of the evening where they would attempt to get more serious and intimate with her, and she would casually bring up her tuition, rent, bills and whatever else she needed or wanted during the conversation and often leave with something else to go along with the dress, shoes, bag, and jewelry they had afforded her to be a presentable date for the night because as told by her, she never had anything to wear to these events.
"I really enjoyed myself tonight, Olivia," Sampson said as they stood outside of her brownstone.
She smiled up at him coyly, just to make him think that he actually had a chance of making their relationship something more than it already was. "I did too," she replied.
"Maybe we could do something another time. A real date. One where I'm not actually working," he told her.
"I'd like that," she smiled, causing the man to smile at her wistfully.
He kissed her on the corner of her mouth and told her goodbye before letting her retreat into her brownstone. She closed the door behind her and peeped out of the window to see him getting back into the town car.
She turned back around and noticed the house was abandoned, well except for the tiny little dog that had earned himself a bell around his neck again.
"Good, they found your little ass," she said as she slipped her heels off and started for the stairs. The dog trailing behind her. "You have to stop running off like that Manny. We keep thinking you got out somehow, or that Mr. Carver found you and sold you or took you to the pound."
The dog followed her into her bedroom, still looking at up at her. She picked him up and put him on her bed before pulling out her cell phone and dialing a couple of numbers, finally she found one of them that picked up.
"What up chicaaa?" Ros's voice came over the speaker as well as some music and other screaming.
"Hey, you guys still out?" she already knew the answer to that question and had already started stripping herself of the dress she already had on.
"Yeah, the night is just getting…hold on," Olivia could hear the woman on the other end of the phone. It seemed she was talking to some guy, as she heard, "Mmm, I'm sorry Papi, but you don't meet the height requirement for this ride."
"Ros!" Olivia yelled through the phone to get the woman to start paying attention to her again.
"What, don't yell at me Liv, you know I get emotional when I've been drinking," she said.
"Where are you guys? Are you still in Adams Morgan?" Olivia asked her, ignoring her drunken slur.
"Yeah, no," the woman continued to slur. "We're in Dupont, no China," Olivia rolled her eyes as she searched through her closet for a more appropriate style of dress. "Hold on," Rosalynn said before Olivia heard her call for Abby. She then heard Abby's voice coming over the speaker.
"Abby thank you," she said as she pulled up the boyfriend jeans. "Where are you guys?"
"We're in Foggy Bottom," Abby corrected all of Rosalynn's mistakes, "at Bad Decisions."
Olivia smiled. That was her favorite place. There was drinking, live music, a DJ and she had made some of her best bad decisions there. "Don't move, I'm on my way there." With that she hung up the phone tossed it on the bed and proceeded to pull on a loose fitting top before throwing her black leather jacket on top of it. She took the dog off of her bed and grabbed her black heals which she slipped on just before throwing her cell phone into her bag and hurrying out of the door.
"Hey guys," Liv said coming up behind her friends. She threw her arms around Kate as they all screamed their greeting at her, in which she laughed.
"You got here fast girl," Cai told her. "How was the dinner?"
"It was awesome," she told them, "not as awesome as hanging out with you guys, but still pretty awesome."
"Aww," Rosalynn said before calling the bartender over to get her friend a drink. As soon as the new round of drinks was delivered the girls downed them then made their way to the dance floor. It wasn't until they were midway through the fifth song that they noticed a familiar face at the bar.
He sat alone in the bar, watching as the college kids around him started their weekend or ended it depending on how you looked at it because some of them were surely going to need Saturday and Sunday to recover from these hangovers. Then again, maybe not. He rarely needed a recovery period at that age. He took another sip from his drink and continued to admire the carefree atmosphere. He admired that. He hadn't really had much time to experience it himself, but there was no reason he couldn't take joy in other people's happiness. He had had a girl come up to him every now and then to start a conversation and try to get him to dance. He had welcomed their conversation but declined their invitation to the dance floor. Every now and then he'd share a short conversation with a guy as they waited on their drinks. He was starting to get lost in his own thoughts again when he heard an outburst of even more noise from his left. He looked over to see a group of girls greeting one of their friends. He remembered all of the girls from class but the one who had just joined them stood out the most. He smiled at their rowdiness before turning back to the crowd on the dance floor and taking another sip of his drink, deciding not to approach them. He hardly ever approached anyone in public spaces anymore. At least, anyone he would more than likely see multiple times after anyway. Sure he could go over and talk to them, because those girls were riveting, especially the newest one to join the group. He found her captivating. But nothing could ever become of it, not even a simple friendship, so he decided it was best to just appreciate them from afar. He had noticed them all in their law class as they were some of the more talkative and more assertive students in the class and it was that, and the captivating one's insistence on joining his debates, that made him take more notice of them. It was the little tid bits of their personalities and dynamics that kept him interested and amused by them.
He turned his head back towards them when he saw movement coming from their direction and saw that they were filing out towards the dance floor. He took another sip of his beer as he continued to watch from afar, as they began dancing with each other and ultimately some guys who were brave enough to approach them. They gradually began splitting up on the dance floor, but all of them stayed out there, and he continued to watch the crowd, glancing back to them every now and again. They were really the only interesting thing going on as far as he was concerned but he didn't want to watch just them like some sort of creeper, so he decided to divide his attention. That was until he made eye contact with the red head. He watched as her dancing gradually slowed to a lazy two step as she reached over and grabbed her friend by the shoulder. He smiled at her, knowing that she had recognized him as well.
"What?" Olivia asked her friend after she had pulled her away from her dance partner. "You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend so that guy can leave? Isn't Charles here?" She asked the question but she was already getting handsy with the other woman. This was something they all did all the time. Living in the house with all girls were amazing. It was freeing, and just an awesome was always things like, "Feel this, is this a lump on my boob?" Or a very specific question about one's backside that you could get a satisfying even if not always reassuring answer to because the other person knew the question you were trying to ask, even if all the correct words hadn't been invented in order for you to ask it yet.
Abby sucked her teeth, "Liv, no, stop it." Olivia laughed, but continued to sway to the music. "Look," Abby said grabbing her by her shoulders, pulling her closer to her so they could have the same line of sight through the crowd, then pointing towards the bar. "Isn't that Loner Dude from class?"
Olivia looked in the direction her friend was pointing. She stopped dancing momentarily when she saw him because this was such a rare occurrence. She was shocked to see that he actually existed outside of the classroom. She was starting to think that he was a hologram professor Keaton was projecting within the classroom. "It is him. Hmm," she said thoughtfully.
"Wow," Abby whispered so Charles wouldn't hear her, "He really is hot."
She could feel her own curiosity radiate outwards through the change in her body language, and wondered if the man she had just made eye contact with could see it as well. Maybe so, because he smiled and nodded at her.
She continued to hold eye contact, as she found herself lost in thought and mentally going over all the scenarios that would cause loner boy to actually come out to socialize. She hadn't realized that they were still staring at each other until Rosalynn came up behind her and began grinding on her, the guy having left after she stopped swaying her hips upon seeing Loner Boy.
Rosalynn placed her arms out at each of Olivia's sides, but continued reaching in order to incorporate Abby into her hug, sandwiching Olivia in the middle. She then began swaying her hips.
"I love this bar," she said as she continued swaying trying to get her friends to dance with her. She quickly noticed that her friends were not taking her que to start moving. "What's the matter? Why aren't you guys dancing?"
Abby nodded in the direction Olivia was still staring. Olivia, noticing only five seconds ago that she had engaged in a staring contest, let a smile come to her face as she had taken the somewhat stranger's refusal to break eye contact as a personal challenge to see who would break first. His smile widened as he seemed to be on the same page as her. He continued staring.
"Well if he's going to keep staring, I say we give him something to stare at," Rosalynn suggested before she grabbed Abby's hand and the two of them started dancing again, prompting Olivia to start moving as well. She maintained eye contact until she was sure that she still had his attention as she began putting on a show with her friends. She looked back up to his face and saw that the smile was gone but he was still staring, she would assume at her, but she couldn't really tell through the crowd, dim lights, and alcohol. She began gyrating her hips a little more. If he wasn't looking at her, she would make him.
It wasn't long before some undergrad came up to them trying to see which girl would allow him to dance with her. Abby was the first one he approached and she was in a friendly mood, and she felt like dancing and she didn't know where her boyfriend had gone so she began dancing with the guy, because, hell, it was just a dance.
"Keep dancing Liv, he's still looking," Rosalynn said.
Olivia's smile widened for two reasons. One her friends were crazy and insane and she loved how they were always on the same page as far as each other intents towards an individual of the opposite sex and how bluntly supportive they were of those intents, and two, Loner Boy was looking at her, which made her happy for some reason. She really didn't know why because she didn't know this guy from Adam. But it was just something about his mysteriousness, and he was kind of hot, that made successfully flirting with him something to be happy about. She might leave the bar and never see the guy again, and that would be fine with her. She would probably wonder for a few days what happened to "that guy", but she'd shrug it off and probably forget about him in the next few weeks. But for now he was here and he was the most interesting thing in her sight at this point and time so she was going to entertain herself.
She beckoned him with her finger to join them on the dance floor, but he only smiled and nodded before bringing the beer bottle back up to his mouth.
She held her hands out as if asking why'd he come to a dance club if he didn't plan on dancing. He then put his hand out as if saying that he would leave the dance floor to her. She was about to mouth something to him to see if she could draw him over with curiosity because he sure as hell wouldn't be able to understand what she was trying to say to him, but before she could, she felt Abby bump roughly into her causing her to fall into Rosalynn.
"Charles!" Abby yelled, having had the opportunity to assess the situation before she had. Then she noticed that Abby's boyfriend had pushed the guy she was dancing with causing Abby to tumble forward into her.
"Whoa dude," the now scared undergrad said with his hands up. He looked like he could be a freshman, no further in than his sophomore year for sure unless he was some sort of genius that started college early. But he seemed to understand what was going on."We were just dancing."
"That's my fucking girlfriend you prick!" The older guy yelled back drunkenly.
Abby immediately went into de-escalating mode. "Charles calm down," she said holding her arms up and placing her hands on his chest to try and calm him. It didn't work as he quickly swatted her hands away.
"I don't want any trouble bro," the undergrad polo wearer said.
"Well you should've thought of that before you decided to try to fuck my girl," he replied.
"Charles we were just dancing," Abby reiterated as she once again tried to calm him.
"Can someone get those guys out of here?" Olivia heard the DJ say over the mic, but he kept the music playing as they hadn't come to blows just yet.
"You stay the hell out of this," he said once again as he swatted her hands away. His attention was now focused on her as he pointed his finger in her face. "I don't even know why you came out anyway. I've told you about being in these places acting all slutty with your friends."
Olivia heard an, "Okay, this motherfucker..." from her friend behind her. She could hear the woman continuing to talk but she was trying to get her thoughts together to try to help control the situation.
"Okay, everyone just calm down," she said, turning to Charles. "Charles they were just dancing."
"Stay the fuck out of this Olivia,"he yelled turning his bloodshot eyes on her.
She was taken back by the language he used with her and had to take a moment to gather herself as she found herself drifting more towards Rosalynn's way of wanting to handle the situation.
"Com'on we're leaving," the drunk man said grabbing Abby's hand and pulling hard as he turned to leave.
She stumbled forward a few steps but managed to plant her feet again after the initial jerk. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She heard Katherine say, though she didn't know when the woman had emerged from the crowd.
"Get your fucking hands off of her, you fucking lunatic," she heard Kai say.
Then she felt hands on her as Olivia stepped between her and her boyfriend. Olivia grabbed the somewhat frightened woman's hand before speaking. "Okay, you need to let go of her, right now!"
Abby pulled away but he had a good grip on her. "Let go of me," she yelled.
"We're leaving," he spat at her, ignoring the woman trying to pry them apart.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," Abby told him. "Not when you're like this. Now let go of me." She pulled again, this time Olivia pulling as well but she still found herself in his clutches, and it was starting to hurt. "Charles you're hurting me. Stop it."
"I told you to let go of her," Olivia yelled at him.
"And I told you," he said letting go of Abby's arm with a twist, causing the woman to wince. He didn't seem to care. "Stay out of this because it's none of your fucking business."
Olivia noticed the man encroaching on her personal space but she wasn't really intimidate. She could handle assholes like him in her sleep. The only thing that concerned her was that she wasn't so sure Charles was above hitting a female. And physically, he had a huge advantage, but she had her girls as she heard Katherine tell him that he needed to back the fuck up.
"I'm making it my business," she spat back as she craned her neck up to look at him.
He only glared at her as he took another step and it really looked like it was going to get physical for a second before an outsider intervened. She hadn't realized who it was as there was a small circle that had been created around them by the few people in the place that had been dancing near them and had actually noticed what was going on as the music was still playing.
"Hey, what's up?" The guy said as he wedged his way between the man and the woman, a tense smile on his face.
Charles stepped back and took a second to look at the man. It took a while but he eventually recognized him."What the fuck are you doing here Freeloader?"
"Stopping you from making a huge mistake," he said before putting his hand on the man's shoulder. "Com'on, lets go take a walk."
Charles aggressively pushed he man's hand off of his shoulder. "Don't you ever fucking touch me, you asshole."
"I'm not the asshole here buddy," Ballard said, still keeping his cool.
"You touch me again and I will fucking hurt you," he spat in Ballard's face.
He responded by looking off to the side and shrugging as if considering the statement before turning his eyes back to the man. "I doubt it. But that's beside the point. You need to leave them alone," he nodded to the five girls behind him. "She doesn't want to go with you, she doesn't have to."
Charles just glared at the man before he decided to take a swing. A swing that was easily read by Ballard as he caught the man's arm and twisted it behind his back, subduing him. "Doesn't really feel that good when someone's got your arm in a death grip, now does it?"
"Fuck you," Charles spat as his face turned even redder.
Ballard was about to make the man promise to leave without causing anymore issues but before he could, he saw his dumb ass friend coming towards them. He immediately let the man's arm go with a push and cocked back hitting the friend in the nose causing blood to gush from it immediately as the man stumbled backwards. By this time Charles had gathered his drunken self as best he could and was coming for the man. Ballard cocked back and caught him in the face, knocking the man out cold which he figured had more to do with the alcohol than anything since he hadn't hit him that hard.
"Oh shit," he heard some murmurs from the crowd before the DJ stopped the music.
"Okay that's it. Security, someone call the cops," he announced over the speakers. "These guys got to get out of here."
The girls immediately looked at each other before they all took off in different directions, Olivia grabbing Ballard's hand to pull him with her as she passed by him. They couldn't get caught up in anything to do with law enforcement. She tried to pull him behind her but he wasn't following. She turned back to him.
"Com'on let's go," she told him.
He was about to tell her no. That he would stay there and wait for the cops and just explain to them what happened and take his fine and night in jail, but what the hell. The night had already taken a turn for the worst, why not make a few more bad decisions just to keep the theme going.
A/N: I suffer from bouts of insomnia. I am going to try to get sleepy...smh.