Chapter Four: Knight in Shining Armor

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Kathy, Melinda, Monique, and Nina chanted. Casey and Olivia sat across from each other at Nina's wooden kitchen table, drink a liter bottle of Pepsi each. Casey was about to beat Olivia when a few drops escaped the bottle and went up her nose. She started coughing and sputtering, sending spots of soda everywhere. Olivia stood up to avoid getting wet and finished the Pepsi off, throwing the bottle across the kitchen floor and flashing everyone a winning smile. Nina grabbed a rag and started cleaning Casey's mess while she blew her nose in hopes of getting the soda out.

Monique high fived Olivia. "Nice going, Liv. You drink like a dude!"

"Please, Elliot wishes he could drink like me," she flipped her long bangs out of her eyes. Melinda snickered.

"I thought you said dude; not dud," the girls busted out laughing except Kathy, who's jaw dropped in shock.

"That's not funny! That's my boyfriend, remember?"

"How can we forget?" Nina dumped the rag in the sink, "Elliot talks about you non stop. Our teachers know you by name now," she rinsed the soda out and hung the cloth on the handle of the oven to dry, "By the way, nice going, Case." Casey finished blowing her nose, throwing away a small pile of tissues.

"Excuse me, but, I was about to win when that damn soda went up my nose. It wasn't my fault; Liv won by default.

Olivia rolled her eyes, smiling, "Oh, bullshit! You're just mad 'cause I'm the QUEEN, baby!" The girls gave her another round of high fives.

Melinda put her shoulder length curly black hair in a bun and sat at a stool next to the island counter, "Okay, we did the soda contest. And we watched "Sex in the City." What's next on the agenda?"

"I don't know about all of you, but, I'm starving," Monique rubbed her stomach, "Let's get a bite to eat."

"I'll cook," Nina offered.

Kathy shook her head violently and held up her hands, "No way! The last time we let you cook you almost set the microwave on fire!"

Nina's jaw dropped. "I did not! It was a total accident! How was I suppose to know you're not suppose to microwave metal!"

"Everyone in the world knows you're not suppose to microwave metal," Olivia laughed, ruffling Nina's hair playfully, "I agree with Moni; let's go out." The girls nodded, got their stuff, and headed out the door.


"What do you think of this one?" Alex asked the girls, who were sitting on her bed. She came out of the closet wearing a firey orange silk strapless sundress with black five inch kitten heels, her hair half up, half down.

After the whole incident with Nina that morning, Alex had been late to class and had to spend the period in the late room. Of course, Ronnie was there and she began grilling her on where she and Abbie were that morning because they all agreed that they were going to Starbucks before school. Alex apologized, without putting any real meaning into it. She was tuning Ronnie out when she had mentioned something about Trevor coming up to her. Apparently, in her absence, Trevor thought it would be a good idea to ask Ronnie if Alex would go out with him because he knew she wouldn't be able to resist him. And, he was right. She agreed that Alex would go with him to some French resturant that night. Alex wanted to ring her neck after she told her the story, but, in true diva fashion, she agreed to go on the date, with the plan of faking a headache half through in her head. Now, only a half hour before the date, she was still be judged on her outfit.

"I like it," Serena said, not looking up from where she was painting her nails ballet slipper pink.

"It's sexy," Abbie agreed.

Ronnie shook her head. "I don't like it. The orange hues might clash with Trevor's skin tone. I mean, if you like it, wear it. You'll just be on a date with a gray skinned guy, that's all." Alex sighed deeplly, and headed back into the closet. Finually, she emerged once again wearing a blood red satin halter top and a black skirt with the same heels.

Ronnie clapped while jumping up and down causing Serena to grab the bottle of nail polish before it spilled all over Alex's expensive gold 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. "Easy, R, you almost ruined A's sheets."

"Sorry," she said, half heartedly, going over to Alex and examined the outfit for lint or embaressing stains, "It's perfect, Al. He's going to be eating out of the palm of your hand."

'Let's hope not,' Alex thought, wincing slightly at the thought. "Yeah," she said, aloud, "I guess."

Honk! Honk! The four girls heard from outside Alex's window. Serena and Abbie rushed to the window to see a black sleek town car parked in the driveway, with Trevor, in a black suit with a red tie, standing against it.

"OMG!" Serena cried, "You two totally match! So cute!"

Alex narrowed her eyes at Ronnie as she made her way over the window. She gasped and felt her cheeks get hot when she realized they did indeed match. She spun to look at her friend, who was trying to look innocent. "His skin tones, huh?"

"What? I didn't know he was oging to be wearing lack and red, too."

Alex sighed again, rubbing her temples, trying to fight off an impending headache. "Whatever, just pass me my bag," Abbie passed a black snake skin clutch into Alex's hand. Each girl gave her a hug.

"We'll be here when you get back," Serena promised. Alex nodded and headed downstairs. When she opened the door, Trevor was leaning against the doorframe, obviously thinking he was the studliest guy ever. Alex was sick at the thought.

"Let's get this over with," she grumbled, going to the town car. Trevor smiled, evily and followed her.


"Why are we here, again?" Casey asked, for the fifth time. The girls were seated at a long table in Le Giraffe, the only French resturant in town. When they left Nina's house, everyone realized that it was Kathy's turn to pick the place they ate at for girls night. They all knew they were going to end up somewhere where no one knew what the hell was in the food or how to even pronounce its name. And, she did not disappoint.

"Oh, hush Casey," Kathy placed her cloth napkin neatly on her lap, "I heard the food here is divine. I've been begging Elliot to come here with me, but, he doesn't want to til he knows the food is safe to eat."

"So, we're your guinea pigs?" Melinda asked.

"Come on, guys, it's not so bad," Olivia picked up her menu, "The Boeuf Bourguignon looks good."

"Hmm,how about the Roast Guinea Fowl Alsacian Style?" Monique asked.

"EW! Did you just sat Roasted Guinea Pig?" Nina shouted.

"EW!" Melinda, Casy, And Nina choursed.

"No! It's not roasted GUINEA PIGS! It's guinea fowl; it's a type of bird."

"Gross, that's like eating a seagull of something," Olivia said, her face twisting in disgust. Monique rolled her eyes.

"Fine, I'll get a salad." A waiter in a crisp white shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes so shiney you could see your reflection in them came up to the side of the table.

"Bonjour, ladies," he said in a French accent, "My name is Jean and I'll be your server this evening. Can I get you something to drink?"

Olivia got everyone's order and turned to Jean, "We'll take three Pepsis, two Diet Cokes, and I'll have a cranberry lemonade. And six waters with lemon please. Merci."

Jean nodded and wrote down their drinks, "Very good, madam. I'll be back shortly for your food orders," he bowed slightly and walked away. Melinda smiled and fanned her face with her hand.

"My, my. That accent is so SEXY!" The girls giggled in agreement.

Olivia smiled at her friends. She was happy she agreed to come to girls' night. She was about to cancel on the girls in favor of staying in bed, reading a book and eating ice cream. But, Casey had called her and begged her to come because 1. it wasn't girls' night with her and 2. she needed to talk to her about something important. Olivia had been trying to figure out what she wanted to talk about, but, Casey said they would talk when everyone went to bed.

All of a sudden, her thoughts were intrupted when a tall boy and a blonde girl came through the door. The couple were immediately seated at the small table two tables down from where the group sat. She looked closely at them; for some reason they look very familiar. Her eyes widened when she realized that Alex Cabot and Trevor Langdon were sitting so close to them.


Alex was so bored. The whole ride to the resturant Trevor spoke non stop about his familys estate near the edge of town or the many properites they had all around the world. She didn't see why Ronnie like him so much; he was a total stiff. Thankfully, they were seated quickly at the table her parents usually dined at when they were town. Hopefully, the food would come as fast so the date could be over with.

As Trevor continued trying to hold Alex's attention with stories of the tennis matches he played that summer, Alex scanned the resturant for any interesting peope. Her eyes fell on a long table filled with girls about her age, laughing, talking, and just having a good time. She couldn't remember the last time she felt that way with her friends. She often wished that her and her friends could just be normal and do normal girls things like go to the movies or eat at McDonland's. She kept looking at the table til she felt a gaze boring into her skin. Looking towards the end of the table, Alex was more than shocked to see Olivia staring at her. Olivia's eyes widened when she realized she'd been caught and Alex could see a faint blush appear on her cheeks. It was absolutely adoable. But, if Olivia was there, that meant Nina, Casey, and every one of her friends that hated her was there, too. The thought alone made Alex sad. She couldn't go say hi when about eight girls would be giving her the evil eye, plus, Olivia probably wouldn't even talk to her because of her friends. Alex sigh. Why did everything have to be so complicated? She picked up her glass of red wine that Trevor ordered and drank it all in one gulp.


The food had been better than they thought it would've been and, now, the girls were finishing dinner with a huge mint chocolate chip lava cake with whipped cream, chocolate sause, and cherries. Olivia licked the chocolate off her spoon. Dinner had gone on without incident. No one but her had noticed Alex and Trevor and she was trying to keep it that way. She didn't want to cause a scene for no reason. But, she did keep an eye on Alex, just in case. Trevor had a record of being a slimeball and taking advantage of girls and she didn't want that to happen to Alex.

All night she had watching Alex drink glass after glass of wine. None of the adults thought it was weird that a girl in high school was downing wine like it was water, but, Olivia chucked it up to them being mostly French and, in France, drinking at a young age was a common as blowing your nose. It was clear Alex was drunk. She kept dropping silverware and laughing to loudly and to long for anyone's liking. Olivia wasn't sure what to do since she and Alex weren't friends, but, she was waiting for Trevor to man up and do the right thing and take Alex home so she could sleep off the alchol. But, that moment didn't seem like it was coming anytime soon. Trevor kept leaning into the druken Alex, touching her legs and playing with the straps of her halter top. It made her blood boil.

Their came and each girls chipped in to pay for their meal. As they gathered their coats and bags, preparing to leave, Olivia spotted Alex trying to hold her head up with her hands as Trevor began kissing her lips and feeling her up under her skirt. That was the last straw. With all the conviction she had, Olivia grabbed her unfinished drink, charged over to the table, and threw it right in Trevor's perverted face. Surprised by the action, he tried to wipe the stining liquid out of his eyes as Olivia helped Alex up and into her coat. As Olivia grabbed Alex's prse, Trevor grabbed her wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked through clenched teeth.

"Saving Alex before you rape her, you pig," she spat back.

"It's not rape if she likes it," Trevor smiled. Olivia slapped his face as hard as she could with the back of her hand. He stumbled back into his chair, flipping it over. She hurriedly took Alex outside where the girls were waiting for her. They were all giving her the same looking of confusion.

"Ummmmm, what are you doing with Alex?" asked Melinda.

"I didn't even know she was here," Kathy commented.

"She's drunk, guys," Olivia said, trying to keep Alex up.

"I'm not drunk," Alex slurred, "I'm just a little dizzy."

Casey shook her head. "Wow, I never thought I'd see the day Alexandra Cabot would be drunk in public."

Alex grinned at her, "Shows how much you know."

Nina glared at her. "Leave her, Liv. Let her find her own way home." Olivia was shocked. How could Nina be so heartless?

She handed Alex to Casey and Monique and went over to her. "Ni, I know you don't liek her and she can be a bitch, but, we can't leave her."

"Why the hell not? If it was the other way around, she's leave you alone."

"You don't know that. Listen, we can't leave her . Trevor was about to rape her when I stepped in. I can't let anything happen to her."

"Why do you care so much about a girl who's made your life hell for years?" Olivia considered her question carefully. Why did she care so much? Alex was nothing but cruel and obnoixous to her, yet, since the night at the dance studio, she couldn't stop thinking about her. She looked over where Alex was trying to form sentences to tell a joke and how funny and cute she looked. 'I care because I might be in love with her,' she thought.

"I care becuase that's how I was raised," Olivia said, instead of her thought, "Can we bring her to your house, please? She'll sleep then she'll go home in the morning. What do you say?"

Nina stared carefully at her and her puppy dog eyes. Finally, she gave in. "Alright, but make sure she doesn't puke on my seats," she went to start the car. Olivia smiled and went to get Alex from the girls.


It was about eleven thirty when they got to Nina's house. Thankfull Nina's parents and brother were sleeping, so, no one saw them sneak a barely concious Alex into the house and into the guest bedroom. Usually, Olivia and Casey would share the guest bed, but, Casey decieded to crash with Melinda and Monique on the pull out sofa bed. Whe she was gathering her stuff to bring downstairs, she had said to Olivia, quietly, "Dream come true, huh, Liv?" then she had winked and left, leaving Olivia utterly confused and alone with Alex.

She took off her heels and the rubberbands from her hair and tucked her in, covering her with thee soft quilt. Then, Olivia stripped down into a tank top and boxers and got into bed beside her. Not sure what to do or how to lay, Olivia just pulled the blanket over her and layed flat on her back. Within minutes, Alex had rolled over and cuddled up to her, throwing a leg over hers and her arm over her stomach. Olivia stiffened then relaxed, smiling slight. She was about to go to sleep when she heard Alex say, "It's about time you made a move on me." Her eyes snapped wide open.

Damn it.