AN: I hope you enjoy this story. This isn't really based off the book (though I love it), but more so the concept is. Of falling in love with someone of a different class or social group that you make pre-judgements about. It also takes place in modern time. Just so you know, Olitz is endgame. Happy reading :)
"Is not general incivility the very essence of love?" - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
"Come on Ballard, can't catch a ball?" teased Fitzgerald Grant noticing that his friend seemed to have lost interest in their game of football.
"Sorry man, I just got distracted" said Jake sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Although he sounded apologetic Jake's eyes remained fixated on a something not too far into the distance.
Fitz followed his friend's line of vision and squinted his eyes. A girl who was holding a stack of books to her chest was making her way past them. She was wearing a white blouse with a long black skirt that hid her legs and flats. Her wild curly hair was neatly tucked in a bun. The girl was slender and so petite that Fitz knew she was at most 5'2. Her doe brown eyes gave her an aura of innocence and demureness. She seemed like the type to keep to herself and avoid the spotlight. Yet the way the sun radiated off of her brown skin gave her an angelic glow which made it impossible not to notice her beauty.
"She's quite cute don't you think?" Jake noted looking to Fitz for confirmation.
"She's certainly one of the comelier member's of her race" admitted Fitz almost reluctantly. He felt a pang of self-loathing for being attracted to such an inferior creature.
"Oh come on Grant, she's probably not like most of them. After all, she did get in here." Jake gestured to the statue of John Harvard to illustrate his point.
"Well that's not particularly hard considering Affirmative Action and quotas. For one, she's black so the admission officers saw her as an opportunity to diversify the classrooms. Also, she's a woman, so Harvard will be seen as a place that promotes gender equality and all that nonsense. Either way she was bound to get in." While Fitz hated all minorities, he held a special disdain for blacks and Hispanics. After all, they were always mooching off the backs of hardworking whites and Asians, who deserved to be at elite colleges far more than they did.
Jake sighed, he admired Fitz and often looked up to him but sometimes he found his friend's worldview annoyingly myopic and restricting. He knew that his prejudice was due to his upbringing. Fitz had grown up in an incredibly wealthy conservative family that had instilled in him certain beliefs concerning other races.
"Whatever man I'm gonna go talk to her" said Jake jogging over to the small girl. Fitz huffed but decided to follow him out of sheer boredom.
Olivia looked up and noticed that two tall men seemed to be making their way in her direction. She gulped but told herself that they were probably headed to Sever Hall for a lecture. Olivia crossed her legs and buried her head in her copy of the The Bell Jar.
"Hi, what's your name?" asked Jake outstretching his hand to her.
Olivia froze but didn't give any other indication that she had heard him. Maybe if she kept reading then they would lose interest and leave her alone.
"Hey I don't bite" joked Jake seeing that she was clearly shy.
Olivia swallowed and her hands started fidgeting making her grip the book harder than necessary. She simply turned her head away from him and pretended that he didn't exist.
Jake looked slightly dejected and crossed his arms thinking about how to soften her up. Fitz on the other hand was getting annoyed with her behaviour. What right did this lowly girl have to ignore them?
Fitz grabbed Olivia's shoulders and turned her back around to face them. He grinned when he saw her big brown eyes widen in fright. She put the book in front of her like a shield not knowing what else to do. He silently chuckled, was the book suppose to protect her from him?
"I know that your kind tend to not have the best manners, but just so you know it's rude to not respond to people when they're being friendly to you. Especially men such as ourselves who have far more importance in the world and influence that you could only dream of. If we wanted to we could ruin you in every way possible. In other words, dear it's in your best interest to acknowledge us, especially me, when we address you. Is that clear?"
Olivia nodded her head while trying to blink back the tears that were gathering in her eyes. Fitz saw that she was starting to cry and unconsciously wiped the tears away with the pads of his thumbs. In doing so he couldn't help but notice the softness of her cheeks or the plushness of her lips. Unable to help himself he leaned forward and inhaled her scent. Fitz had to bite his lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping. Olivia had a fresh lavender scent with a hint of lilac and vanilla. It was completely intoxicating.
Realising that he had lost control of the situation, Fitz shook his head and reaffirmed his grasp on her shoulders. In a crisp authoritative voice he asked,
"Now that we understand each other, what's your name?"
She whispered it in such a soft voice that he had to lean forward to hear her.
"Olivia Pope."
AN: I hope you guys liked it. I know it was a bit short, I'll write longer chapters in the future. Please review and tell me what you think about it so far. Have a great weekend :)
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