A/N: Okay so I keep losing and finding parts of this. So I'm just going to post it as I find it since I don't want to end up losing it forever.

She tugged on his hand again, and this time he willingly followed her into the kitchen, where they were yelled at by a few of the cooks, and out of the back door and into an ally way.

She took a second to orient herself, seeing which way was towards the main street and if the other end was a dead end or another way out. She listened closely for sirens or people coming after them, but all she could hear were the faint sounds of music and party goers. She then realized that she was holding on to the stranger's hand and that none of her friends had followed the way in which she had pulled him. As she realized she was alone with him in a dark ally, she had to admit she was a little scared. She wasn't an overly paranoid person or someone who lived her life in fear. In fact she was one of those people that would see stories about people getting murdered and would think that she was one of the people that it would be least likely to happen to, the only thing that scared her was that she was sure those people who became victims probably thought the same thing.

She reminded herself that she wasn't being actively attacked so there was no reason to panic just yet and tried to keep from outwardly showing her uneasiness because if this guy was a sicko he'd feed on her fear. She decided to make for the main street and let go of his hand as she began to walk in that direction. What she hadn't realized was that he was holding her hand as well as she was pulled back in his direction a little.

Her head whipped around to get a better look at him, but she couldn't really since it was dark where they were standing, the only nearby light source being the dim bulb hanging over the back door at the club. She could just make out the outlines of his features. She looked up into his eyes and after seeing no sign of malicious intent, she relaxed a little and a small smile came to her face. She had thought that the closer she got to this guy the less interested she would become but the opposite was actually occurring at the moment. She continued to stare at him as he did the same to her, a look of curiosity on his face. He seemed somewhat cute, but again this was her first time really seeing him up close and the lighting was not good, plus she had had a few drinks. He seemed cute from the back of the classroom too, but...She bet that it was just her luck that someone would come by with a flashlight and she would get a good look at him and not be physically attracted to him at all. Yes, she knew it was shallow, but she was still young, she let herself have that shallowness, especially since she was just as turned off by assholes, which hopefully this guy wasn't either.

He could see her physically relax as she opened her mouth to speak. "Com'on," she said, the smile still on her face.

He studied her for another second before giving a smirk of his own and allowing her to lead them back towards the crowd and the main street. If he had to admit it, if he wasn't captivated by this girl before he was now. He was used to studying people, it was what he got paid to do and it often times kept him alive. He didn't miss the brief moment of panic when she realized she was alone with him. He also caught the moment of fear when he didn't immediately follow her back towards the crowd, but still held on to her hand. He hadn't been trying to alarm her but he was still trying to figure her out too. That brief showing of emotions did however serve to increase his interest towards her even more. At first he had thought her just confident but was starting to fear that the girl he had been admiring from afar would turn out to be one of those narcissistic people who feared nothing and had no other emotion except for happiness of self, and in the business he was in he knew a lot of people like that. But the way she had reacted to him, it showed that there was more likely than not, multiple layers to this fascinating woman.

They walked quietly back to the lit street, still holding each other's hand. For what purpose, neither of them knew, but she assumed it was just a way of flirting between them until they were in a more stable setting and she could fully use her powers on him, if she decided to. It didn't take them long to get back to the street and she immediately began looking for her friends. She refused to look back at him because she was nervous. She didn't want the buzz that she was feeling to end and if she turned around and he looked like Lord Voldemort her night would be ruined, so she just kept a firm grip on his hand because she also didn't want to end the night not getting the chance to scope him out a little more, and the man had already proven himself to be pretty elusive.

She pushed through the crowd that formed the line waiting to get inside of the bar they had just escaped and he followed obediently. She soon spotted Abby and Rosalyn standing on the other side of the street and started towards them. As she got closer she could see Kai and Katherine heading towards them as well. It wasn't until she stopped in front of them that she let go of stranger guy's hand. She hoped that her actions and body language spoke what her mouth did not. Stay.

"Is everyone okay?" Katherine asked.

Everyone affirmed that they were, even Abby. That was until Kai pointed out the bruise forming on her forearm where Charles had grabbed her.

"Motherfucker," she said in disbelief as she hadn't realized that he had had such a tight grip on her. She voiced that thought out loud causing Rosalynn to point out the fact that she was one hair shade away from being considered full on ginger and that everything bruised her.

The girls laughed and this served to lighten the mood some, but they still dabbled aloud with the idea of doing some damage to either Charles or some of his property but decided against it since they were law students who had narrowly escaped being arrested once already that night.

It didn't take Katherine long to zone in on the tall guy standing behind her friend. To be honest she had been eyeing him since they walked up but thought it best to check on her friends first as not to seem so eager.

"So uh Liv," she said smiling over at the guy, "who's your friend?"

Olivia smiled, almost nervously as she still hadn't looked back at the man, but from the way all of her friends were looking at him he was either as hot as they all thought he was when they first spotted him in class, or they were going to make fun of her when they got home for being the loser of the night. Either way, it was time to face him.

He watched as she took a moment to take in her friends' faces. His eyes were trained completely on her but he could feel the other four girls staring holes into his body. She shifted her feet a little before exhaling and turning around. She looked up into his eyes and was about to speak but closed her mouth again as she took a second to fully take him in for the first time since she had grabbed him and pulled him out of the club. He smirked as a smile came to her face as they finally were able to make eye contact up close and see each other. He had to admit, she was even more beautiful up close. He took a minute to allow his breath that had been taken away by her big expressive eyes, full lips and beautiful smile.

"Hi," he said as if they had known each other a while, but she didn't miss the sarcastic tone that implied that they had been together in some way or another for the last twenty minutes but were just stopping to actually acknowledge each others presence on a more personal level.

"Hi," she replied after taking a moment to gather herself. She gave his tall frame a quick once over before meeting his bright, hypnotizing eyes.

They stared at each other for a few more seconds, and she had almost forgotten that she was about to introduce him to her friends. That was until she heard a unified and comical, "Heey-aaayye," coming from behind her.

She laughed and his smile grew wider at seeing her do so. She turned her head back towards her friends. "Sorry," she said.

"No please," Abby stopped her. "You two go back to staring into each others eyes. Don't let us interrupt."

She blushed and decided to start talking before her friends embarrassed her more, because she knew that they were just gearing up to get started. "These are my friends," she said turning back to him briefly and beginning to point the women out, "Abby, Cai, Kat, and Rosalynn."

They all waved at him, and smiled at him as if they knew something that he didn't. Or probably as he had once been told by one of his superior officers, they were already plotting on him and he was as good as done. He replied with a courteous, "Ladies," as he remembered them all from that class.

"Guys, this is," she said turning back to him, and she realized that she still didn't know his first name, so she improvised. "This is the guy that sits in the back of our criminal law class but hasn't felt the need to grace us with his name."

He smiled at her. He was about to make the statement that he wasn't the one that had practically abducted her, but decided to just introduce himself. "Jake Ballard."

"Hi, Jake" they all said again in unison, and he could tell these girls were probably actually as interesting and had as big of personalities as they seemed to have during the three hours a week he usually got to see them.

He turned back to the woman who was holding his hands moments ago, "Now that I know your friends' names, and your friends know my name and yours, and you know my name, maybe you could tell me your name," he said in a playfully sarcastic tone.

She stared at him for a few seconds, "You know you could've just asked me my name."

"I just did. But you're right, that was a little melodramatic, since I actually already know your name, how to spell it. You know got all that memorized."

She was about to respond, but smiled instead. She knew that he was referring to the time she got into that one particularly heated argument with that one asshole in their class that kept referring to her as "she" and "her" as they bordered the fence of personal attacks. She had responded by not so nicely going down the list of why his argument was wrong. Then she had proceeded to jump over that fence and tell him how much of a pretentious asshole he was, then she politely told him that she had a name. She had then given him her name and proceeded to spell it out for him, then concluded by telling him to write it down and remember it.

"Oh, cops," Kai said calling their attention to the fact that two cops and a bouncer had just exited the the club that had previously ran out of, seemingly still looking around for the perpetrators.

"Anybody hungry," Katherine said. "I'm hungry, let's get out of her before we go to jail and get kicked out of school."

They all agreed, and if Jake hadn't made up his mind if he wanted to join them, he was helped out a little by Rosalynn putting her hand on his back urging him to walk with the group. Katherine turning around and treating him like a kindergartner with her soft, "Com'on, com'on, you know you want to."

Olivia laughed at her friends descending on this guy, who she found extremely attractive, causing that buzz she had earlier about being with him to be off the charts now. She grabbed one of the sides of his leather jacket and tugged gently. "Com'on, it'll be fun. We promise not to bite."

To which all of her friends made non confirmatory noises, causing the entire group to break out into laughter again.

He laughed with them because they had all clearly consumed some amount of alcohol, but he followed them anyways. He somehow now felt responsible for them getting home safely for the night, plus he could use a bite to eat.

"Damn it," Rosalynn said as she looked down at the piece of paper in her hand.

"What?" Abby asked as they were starting to slowly filter into the kitchen and living room before heading off to classes.

"My check," she said referring to the piece of paper in her hand. "It isn't enough to cover my part of the rent for this month. Now I have to go and let Mr. Perverty touch my boob, so he won't kick me out."

Mr. Preverty was the man who owned the brownstone that they were renting out. He was an older, spiteful man. Once divorced and once widowed. They were pretty sure he had kids and they just hated him that's why they never saw them, because everyone hated the old bat. He was also an old pervert, which was why they had changed around the two letters in his name to make it more suitable for him. He often let the girls slide on their rent if they let him cop a feel or gave him a thigh massage, which all of them except for Abby had had to do since moving in.

"I didn't realize we were so close to the end of the month," Olivia said as she passed through the living room heading towards the kitchen to grab breakfast.

"Ah, don't feel bad, I have to go see the old bastard myself this month," Katherine said as she put her arm around the woman's shoulder. "Maybe if we let him do a double grab he'll take some off of next month's rent." She then nodded towards the door signaling the woman that they should probably run down to the small basement apartment below their brownstone where Perverty lived, before heading out to classes.

"Abby can you loan me a hundred bucks until Friday?" Olivia asked. "Perverty's starting to get grabbier. Plus every time I go down there I think he's going to die from excitement." The man really was super old.

"Alright, Liv. But I need that money back Friday," she confirmed. "My parents are on this trip about me moving it with Charles and I'm pretty sure they are going to stop sending me anything soon. I'll stop by the ATM on the way to campus."

Kai then came down the stairs. "Hey guys, good..." She stopped mid sentence as she saw the small dog gnawing on a very expensive text book of hers. "Manny, no!" She hurried down the last couple of steps before going over and picking the book up off of the floor.

"It's just the cover," Olivia said.

"Just the cover my ass. I was going to sell this book back," she then looked at the dog who was staring up at her innocently, as if mocking her anger. "You little fucker. I hope Perverty kicks your little furry ass out on the street."

The dog only whined sadly. He knew he was in trouble. The girl went towards the kitchen and the dog tried to follow, begging for her forgiveness, but she sent him away.

It wasn't long before they were all on their way to class. The day would be short for most of them, and Olivia had a hot date with a young senator. One of the youngest of her suitors, and the only one she would come remotely close to calling a real date. But still it wasn't a real date.

"Mmmm, thank the lord for caffeine," Katherine said as they found their usual seats in the class. She then looked at the coffee cup. "I love you."

"Ahn, I'm more of a downers kind of girl," Kai smiled at Catherine, referring to alcohol.

The girls got of into their own independent conversations, though intermingled conversations. That was until Jake walked in. He only gave them a polite smile as he passed their row and made it to the back of the class.

"I don't get it," Rosalynn said turning towards Olivia. "I could've sworn that he liked you."

"Yeah," Katherine agreed. "And even if he didn't, how could he not like me?"

"Not about you," Abby said as they turned back to the front of the class, Olivia making an over the shoulder peek at the somewhat less mysterious but more frustrating guy at the back of the class.

The Friday before he had gone out to have an early breakfast with her and her friends. They had had fun, at least she thought. She flirted with him, he flirted with her. There was some friendly not so subtle "I like you" touches exchanged. She had had fun, she had enjoyed his company. She couldn't wait to see him in class the following week so he could ask her out on a date, just the two of them. But when Monday came, he had walked into the classroom, and acknowledged them with the same smile and head nod, like they hadn't shared a post alcoholic binge meal together, which was a bonding experience for people their age. She was honestly a little disappointed but also annoyed with him. Why hadn't he asked her out? She had given him the go ahead with the signals she sent off and she knew that he had interpreted them correctly as he responded to them the night of. But three days later, and it was like all that flirting had never happened. Well forget that because she was not going to be ignored.

She grabbed her notebook and pen and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Abby asked her.

"Nowhere," she deflected. "Just grab the rest of my stuff at the end of class." She then managed to pass her way to the end of the row and proceeded to go up the stairs in the auditorium styled lecture hall, eyes trained on her target who hadn't seemed to notice her yet as he was reading something off of his phone.

She stopped slightly in front of him. "Hi."

His head popped up and he gave her a once over, admiring the skinny jeans and fitted sweater she had on. His eyes then roamed back up to her face. "Hi," he said hesitantly, wondering what she was up to.

"Anyone sitting there?" She motioned to the seat next to him. The entire row was empty save for him. It always was. No one was sitting there, and if they were oh well, tough luck. She was on a mission and she had already locked in on her target.

"No," he said, knowing she already knew that. He just continued eyeing her.

She proceeded to scoot pass him, making sure to pass with her backside facing him so he could get a good view. "Excuse me."

He couldn't help but to smile as he held his hands up trying not to get any of her body on him, as she wasn't making it the easiest thing. She looked down and smiled at him seeing that he had a bit of blush in his cheeks.

"What have I done to be gifted so graciously by you sitting next to me today," he said referring to the view she had allotted him.

Yeah, he was playing back. But she couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said coyly. "I always sit here."

He laughed. He enjoyed flirting a lot. Especially when he got as good as he gave.

"I just thought we'd finish our conversation from the other night," she told him, not looking at him but surveying the rest of the class. She liked the view that he had sitting on the last row. "I still had some questions."

"Okay," he said sitting back in his seat, relaxing a little more. "Shoot."

"Are you married?"

He held up his left hand and inspected it, "No."

"Girlfriend?"

"No."

"Boyfriend?"

He laughed, "No."

Silence for a few seconds. "Hmm, that's odd," she said.

"What is?" He said turning his head towards her.

"I was trying to figure out why you haven't asked me out, but I just can't seem to come up with anything," she turned towards him, her voice getting softer but more sultry at the same time "Why haven't you asked me out Jake?"

He felt himself inhale deeply as he stared at her, the amused smile now mostly gone from his face as the woman sitting in front of him was really starting to turn him on. He liked how forward and assertive she was.

She could see in his eyes that he was interested, extremely. She also didn't miss the way his eyes flickered down to her mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his pupils almost doubled in size. His eyes came back up to hers, staring again for a few moments.

Then suddenly he let out a breath and turned back to the front of the class. "Sorry, I don't date."

She continued to stare as Mrs. Keaton walked into the class. "That, is not a real answer," she informed him.

"It is."

"No, it's not. That is some stupid guy bullshit, and you're better than that Jake," she told him, causing him to turn his head back towards her. "You really are. Because if you weren't I wouldn't be sitting here. See here's the thing Jake. You want to go out on a date with me, because you are attracted to me. Now we can both sit here and pretend that I'm not attracted to you and you're not attracted to me, but neither of us are sixteen and that would just be a waste of time. You like me. You think I'm beautiful and smart and fun and you want to take me out on a date. So ask me out on a date." Again it was commanding, but almost seductive as she stared him in the eye.

He stared back as if they were trying to see who would be the first to blink, which gave him time to think. It was one date. Surely he still had a lot of room to stop this train before it derailed, because it was going to derail if he let it continue. And it would be bad for the both of them, and he didn't want that for her. She seemed like a nice person. He liked her, but unfortunately he no longer had that option of liking someone and just giving it to to see where it goes. Because he knew exactuly where it would go, but it wasn't there yet and it wasn't that serious so even after one date, he could still extract her from his life without hurting her and without her getting hurt in any other way. "You want to go out on a date with me?"

She smiled, "I would love to."

She then turned back to the front of the class as the professor began speaking. He laughed softly to himself before doing the same.

A/N:*Dancing* I like my baby hair with baby hair and afros...I go awf, I go hard.

I couldn't help it for numerous reasons. Anyways, is anyone reading this. If no one is I'll just stop posting and stop getting periodic anxiety about finding the other parts to this.

Oh, and I don't know why I had never heard No Angel before but listening to Formation I have found like 2 whole albums of Beyonce songs I didn't even know existed. "No Angel" reminds me so much of Liv and Jake this season, I feel like it was Shonda's inspiration for them this season from the time Liv walked in on Jake sitting on her incomplete couch after finding out that she had released Rowan from prison, all the way into the promos for 5b. It fits them from the girl embracing her dark side and saying that she tries then pointing out to the guy that though he's trying to call her out on her stuff he's no angel either but they might as well both just get over it because they are who they are and they aren't about to stop dealing with each other because of it. They love each other despite their dark side and even and maybe even more because of it because it allows them to get each other in a way people who don't share their affliction just don't. Plus it's just a good song. It started out as really just a good song and progressed into this Olake think piece, LOL. Because the more I write the more it fits them.

"Baby put your arms around me, tell me I'm a problem/ No I'm not the girl you thought you knew and thought you wanted/ Underneath the pretty face is something complicated/ I come with a side of trouble but I know that's why you're staying/ Because you're no angel either baby/ No I'm not an angel either but at least I'm trying/ I know I drive you crazy but would you rather that I be/ a machine that doesn't notice when you late or when you lying/ I love you even more than who I thought you were before/ Cause you're no angel either baby"

Ugh, I love this song! Why did no on tell me about this song?! I requested a fan vid from someone out there, please make it happen.