A/N: Hey guys. Happy you are enjoying the story. I just wanted to say a few things. I am writing a few stories right now, I haven't actually given up on writing for any of them. It just may take a while to post updates for some because again, I am trying to not force myself to write for the stories that aren't grabbing my attention at the time. Some time during the last few weeks I got back into my Olake feels so this chapter is a result of that. As far as my other Olake story goes, again I am just trying to get to a point to end that part of the story and transition over to one shots are to a second part with multiple chapters.
As far as this story goes I'd just like to address a few things about this story. I know everyone reads stories and has their own interpretations but I'd just like to give my take on where I'm coming from when I'm writing this since I got a couple of reviews that didn't actually go with what I was trying to portray. I think that's up to individual perceptions and interpretations but still I'd like to address it. Someone said they didn't like the fact that the girls were letting the land lord cop a feel. I will admit that I struggled with this as well, I really did but I have known multiple women that were trying to make a come up and had what they would call a sugardaddy, that they would get money from for just letting them cop a feel. Do I think this is right, no, but I'm not judging them for doing it. I just wish that they didn't have to do it but that's a-whole-nother discussion for a different day. I'm just trying to make this realistic and drawing from things that I've actually witnessed even if second hand. Secondly, someone said that I was portraying Olivia as a gold digger...I don't see it that way. I just don't and again I think it comes down to perception. To me a gold digger is someone who makes their living by siphoning money from people who actually work (have worked, or done something) to earn a living for themselves. Gold diggers latch on, though sometimes not, to their source and usually wind up infiltrating more of their lives than just their bank account. Anyone who has gone to college without sufficient familial help (meaning they can't cover most or the majority of the cost for whatever reason) know that it's a struggle. Even with loans and grants, you can only get enough to cover tuition and housing for the most part. And graduate school is even worse because a lot of times you can't or are discouraged from working because you can't possibly commit enough time to the school work you need to be doing if you work and if you try to work, you can't possibly put in enough hours at a job for it to make a significant financial difference. And on top of that, these assholes know you need to get experience and "work" for your CV so they make all this volunteer shit knowing that you need to participate in these things, so outside of all the actual school work you need to do, you also have to do free work in order to be in a good position to get a job when you're done. And student loan debt is not a joke, and a lot of people avoid as much of it as they can because it is daunting and often times seems (and actually is) insurmountable. That being said, Olivia is not gold digging as she is in a place in her life where she is trying to build her own come up but she has a lot of slumming it to do before she gets there. So she has basically combined volunteering/networking with supplementing her income. She has basically set up a strong ass work study program and it could actually be a legit job if she was actually attending these events for a company and getting paid by a company for entertaining people for said company, which politicians kinda are in a way. She's a lobbyist, just for a person (including herself which I mean if you're going to lobby...). She's not infiltrating these dudes lives, as a matter of fact, she has set up firm boundaries and they are well aware of each other and her boundaries, even though they keep trying to push them. So they are willfully giving her their money and gifts because they are men and their brains work that way. Either they figure let me show her I can provide, I can take care of her which I'm all for girl power but I have no problem with that (but you have to be your own back up plan for when they start acting crazy, don't just sit there and lose your life skills) or their brain short circuits and they see a woman and they just start giving away their money because, I don't know. To manipulate? But to me this is the flip side of feminism, I can take care of myself but if you are stupid enough to give me your money, I'm stupid enough to take it LOL. People like to be hard core "I don't need a man to take care of me". I like to be smart about it. For example, can I change a tire? Yes. Do I like to? No. So if a dude stops to help me and offers to change my tire for me, meet damsel in distress me. He's either doing it out of the goodness of his heart, yes chivalry is still alive, or he's a douche and thinks you're incompetent because you are a woman in which case, yes let your ignorant attitude guide you to be my servant. And I do admit that that's a slippery slope like with the equal pay and everything but again my argument for that is just because a guy's ignorant ass views leads him to think that I am less competent than him that doesn't make that fact. Give me my money because I can do the job just as well if not better and then come and change my tire LOL. Anyways, my whole point of writing this story like I am is to show the misogyny these girls deal with and how they handle it like bosses and flip it to their advantage when they can and how they are surviving and trying to live the life they want to live by any means necessary (any means they are comfortable with anyways). They are some hustlers, using all weapons in their arsenal, including using the warped mindsets of other individuals against them in order to benefit themselves. They are well aware of what some people think of them, but they play their cards close to their chests.
Well that's my take/rant about college. There is so much that I can say about the higher education system and the transition to work life and the actual work life but god. I would sound like a conspiracy theorist, but it is, at least in this country a mass conditioning to work for other people without being able to reap much benefit for your work but those who work the least (those who you work for) reap all the benefit. Ugh, I wanna break something, mainly the system so we can reconstruct and change that shit.
He walked down the streets with the bag of pastries, his mind wandering between all the things he needed to accomplish today before the party tonight. It was Halloween, and thankfully it fell on a Saturday, which meant they could really embrace their partying tonight. It was beautiful out, a little cool but that was the beauty of fall time in D.C. The air was chilled, just enough to make the bite at the skin wake you up and make you feel alive. He admired the colorful leaves that complemented the cool weather and was glad that he decided to remain at his alma mater for law school. Today was going to be a great day.
He flinched as he turned onto the block that held his final destination for the morning, the noise intruding on his peaceful walk. He looked down the block at all of the heavy machinery and frowned. It seemed that they had finally decided to fix that pothole. Unfortunately they had decided to do it at eight thirty on a Saturday morning.
He looked up as he heard a sliding noise and saw one of his friends that he was going to visit stick her head out of the window, her thick dark hair tousled as she squinted into the daylight. "Hey!" she yelled but the men didn't seem to notice her. So she yelled again, and still nothing. Then suddenly there was a pause in the noise and he heard the woman's voice a little louder and groaned at her words. "Hey! Pendejo!"
A few of the men looked over in the direction in which they heard the voice come from. The woman seemingly more irritated now that she had gotten their attention continued to yell. "What the fuck are you doing?" her thick spanish accent came. "The sun is barely up, and you're out here trying to wake the whole neighborhood."
Some of the men looked offended, some of them unbothered, but only one of them answered. He looked to be in charge of the crew. "Sorry Sweetie, but some of us have jobs to do," the man said before turning back around, making the mistake of thinking the exchange was over.
"Yeah, well some of us actually pay good money to live here and are trying to sleep. You couldn't have picked a better time to do this shit?"
The man turned back around, more annoyed that he was still being yelled at. "No! Now shut your trap."
Before she could answer there was another head popping through the window, the blond mass of hair mirroring the other woman's darker main. "Don't you fucking talk to her like that, you dick!"
"Oh, Jesus there's two of you. You know for such pretty little girls, you sure do have some filthy mouths."
"Some pretty mouths," one of the other men yelled out causing a few of the other men in the crew to laugh. Then suddenly something flew from one of the windows hitting the first man square in the chest.
"Oh God," Stephen said to himself as he hurried up the steps and knocked on the door.
"You're fucking disgusting. Who raised you douchebags?" a Korean accent bellowed from another window.
"Aye, fuck you!" the man responded, clearly offended now.
"How about we just report your ass to the supervisor," the redhead also stuck her head through the second open window.
Then suddenly the front door opened, to reveal a tired and agitated brown skinned beauty. She wore the same look as the rest of the girls, tousled hair, tired eyes, bad mood. "Hey," she said brushing some of her hair out of her face as she squinted at him. He was about to skip the greeting and rush past her to reseal the windows of the brownstone.
"Well fuck," he heard the man from behind him. "How many of you are there? What the fuck is this a brothel."
The tired look on Olivia's face fell and he could see the rage surge as she looked at the man and stepped over the threshold. He quickly put an arm around her waist and pulled her back. "Liv, no." He then turned to the guy. "Hey you prick, have some respect."
"Do you see your fucking mom here? You limp dick bitch!" He heard one of the girls yell as he pushed Olivia back into the house. Then he heard, "I will fucking wreck you," in a clear Korean accent. Before he stepped into the house, he saw Mrs. Abramson, the older lady who lived next to the girls step out onto her porch. She then began cursing at the man, telling him that he was disrespectful to "those girls" and that she would definitely be reporting him. He heard the man begin trying to explain himself before he stepped into the house and closed the door behind him, the old lady still throwing English curse words at the construction crew as well as some words he in her native language he knew was not the nicest of things to be saying to someone.
"Well I see you guys are up and at'em early this morning," he smiled at her.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, before turning and walking into the living room. "They've been out there making noise for the past hour.
"Well that sucks," he said about to follow her into the living room. But then he saw a line of beautiful, though disgruntled women filing down the stairs.
"I'm going to torch their fucking dicks off," Rosalyn growled holding a lighter in one hand and an aerosol can in the other. He looked past her and saw that the other girls held things in their hands as well, including a bat and a bottle of bleach.
"Ladies, ladies," he said stepping back in front of the door. "Please just let it go."
"Move," Abby commanded.
"I don't think that's such a great idea. Not worth it when we can just call their bosses. I happen to personally know the guy over their division at the department of transportation."
The women just stared at him, seemingly mulling over his suggestion, but not close to being sold. So he held up the bag he'd brought with him. "I brought breakfast. Plus we can't miss that party tonight, you guys put so much effort into your costumes."
"Shut up," Cai said grabbing the bag out of his hand. "You had us at breakfast."
They all headed towards the kitchen where Olivia had just put on a pot of coffee. He remained quiet as he watched the girls shuffle around the kitchen, their eyes still seemingly closed at times.
"Well, I was hoping to find you guys in a better mood," he stated, breaking the zombie like silence.
"I was hoping to be in a better mood," Katherine mumbled as she laid her head down on the counter. "Why are you here so early anyways?"
"We have a project we're working on," Olivia said. Immediately, the noise from outside filtered into the house again and they all winced and groaned.
"Maybe we should go to the library," he suggested.
"You guys are going to the library?" Cai said suddenly enthusiastic, not waiting for an answer. "Wait, let me get my things. It's quiet there I can sleep."
All the girls' perked up a little as they realized that they could actually get a few more hours of sleep and not have to worry about the assholes outside making a racket.
They all grabbed their coffee and slowly made their way out of the kitchen to get ready to go to the library.
He looked up and watched as his friend who sat across from him smiled broadly at the vibration of her phone before picking it up and looking at it for the seventh or eighth time as she typed in a quick message. He had known the girl for a few months and this wasn't an uncommon thing for her, the only weird thing was that the people she would normally be texting and laughing with were currently asleep in the chairs in the corner of the room a few feet away them. Plus she wasn't amused by whatever was being typed as she was smiling at just the signal that someone had returned her text.
"Wow," he started, "that must be some conversation you're having." He smiled to himself as he watched her avoid eye contact with him, looking away shyly as she tried to supress the smile on her face.
"Sorry," she said, "I'm actually focused on the fundraiser. It just seems like I'm distracted."
"Uh huh," he said disbelievingly. "Who is he?"
"Why do you think it's a he?" she said trying to be offended. "Maybe I just landed an awesome internship somewhere."
He stared at her trying to decipher if she was deflecting or not. "Does this internship have a name?"
She finally looked back at him, staring with a stoic look. At least she tried, but the smile forced itself onto her face. "Does this internship also happen to be tall with a nice physique and six figure salary with a seven plus figure bank account?"
"Well," she tilted her head to the side. "I don't know about all that."
"Want me to find out?" he offered without missing a beat. They both laughed as they knew that if he really wanted to he probably could. Though she felt like Jake would be a little more challenging. She'd been digging on him for the last week and they could come up with nothing. Her and the girls would usually have more info by now.
"Now, do I go around appraising your love life like you do mine?" she asked him playfully.
He smiled at her, "I told you," he started, "I'm just trying to find my opening."
She smiled back as she looked up at him. Her friend had made it clear since the first time that he met her that he was attracted to her and he had continued to remind her that that was still the case. But because she met him her first week after moving back to D.C. when everything including her housing status was up in the air and she was panicking about possibly having to move back in with her father, she had dismissed him but being that he was starting school with her, he just kept popping back up in her orbit. By the time she got settled, she had already partially friend zoned him and every time she considered giving him a chance, something new and shiny had already caught her attention. So she had semi permanently shelved him for a later date. Shortly after meeting him she'd learned that he was brilliant, and figured that a more mature Olivia would have great use for him since she would probably have her shit a little more together than the current version of herself. But then she'd honestly started to adore the man as a friend and didn't want to complicate their relationship. But she didn't completely nix the idea. Maybe, if the right time ever came, they'd figure out a successful way to transition their relationship. But she was in no rush, especially since she was currently tasked with finding out more about the mysterious hottie she was currently trying to convince to come to the party with her.
She had thought that she would get her itch scratched with the guy and that would be it. Her interest would dwindle down to a more maintainable level, but he still had her feeling like a high school freshmen who had just taken up dating the hot, popular senior two counties over who all the kids within a hundred mile distance knew or had heard of. She was falling and hard, and her friends weren't helping her with their enabling. At first she'd tried to fight it, but then she'd just decided to give into it figuring that the high would have to wear off soon, but she was still waiting for it to peak.
Her phone chimed again, but she kept her eyes trained on her laptop. She bit her bottom lip after a few seconds, trying to fight the urge. That was until she heard Stephen let out a loud sigh and set his pen down dramatically on top of his notebook. She tried not to smile, but she could tell his eyes were trained on her and he could tell she was fighting back a smile. She lost her battle and her face split into a grin.
"Wow," Stephen said as she gave in and reached for her phone. "I really wanna meet this guy," he said referring to her inability to contain herself.
"Well maybe you will tonight," she told him as her face brightened even more at the text she had just read. "He's coming to the party."
He watched as she held her phone up and beamed. "I can't wait to meet him."
"Ros, this shit better come out," Olivia said as she watched in the mirror as her friend finished up her hair. They had grabbed lunch after their nap at the library and hung out around town for a little bit before heading home to prepare for the party. She had, at the advice of her friends, used kool-aid to die a part of her hair red and a part blue. She hadn't thought that it would take as well as it did but now the high ponytail on the left side of her head was a bright, blue raspberry blue and the one on the right was cherry red. She had wanted something not so permanent and Rosalynn had come up with the idea of kool-aid as opposed to a rinse which would take a few more washes to come completely out. She could have gone with the color clip ons, but after her friend had mentioned this, she'd decided to go this route but was now second guessing her decisions.
"Mm, relax Mama, it'll be fine," Rosalyn told her. "I used to do this all the time in high school. My Mom wanted to kick me and my sisters asses after we walked out of the bathroom with grape colored hair."
Olivia laughed as Rosalyn reassured her. "It only takes about two good washes to come out. Plus it's going to make your outfit pop. Even more than that ass of yours. It's sexy. You'll have the guys eating out of your hand."
A smile instantly came to her face. They'd actually decided on their outfits about a month prior to her officially meeting Jake. They were going as female comic book villains. Abby was going as Poison Ivy, because of course and had on a leafy, green one piece body suit basically, that had detailing to make it look like it was made completely of leaves, the top coming together as a bustier to push her boobs up and out. She had matching green gloves that stopped right below her elbows, and dark green knee high boots with vines that wrapped around them and continued up her legs, seemingly growing into the body suit. Her long red tresses were styled in loose curls with leaf like hair accessories placed strategically to make it look like there were vines intertwining themselves with the curls. She had a simple long, green robe to put over it while they were en route to the party, but planned on shedding it once actually arriving there. She was currently sitting in the mirror in the bedroom, getting her hair styled by Emma Frost or Katherine.
Katherine, who had recently lightened her hair had decided to go as the diamond cut mutant. Her costume was all white. It was an off the shoulder, midriff bustier with a white cape attached to it. She also had on some white short shorts with all white leather thigh high boots and white gloves that stopped just above her elbows. Glitter was sprinkled throughout her long blond tresses to make it look like she could take diamond form at anytime.
Rosalyn was dressed in all red. She was Elektra. She wore a deep red sleeveless spandex top that stopped right below her breast and high waist bikini cut spanks with material that continued down to her knees in the front and back, leaving the sides bare. She had a scrap of the red material wrapped around her waist a few times, leaving a lot of the skin exposed between the wrapping as well as pieces of the same material wrapped around each of her arms and thighs. She had on red knee length boots and a spandex head wrap tied around her head, with long pieces of material hanging from the wrap and down her back. Her long dark brown tresses flowing from the edges of the wrap with a slight curl to them.
I hope you guys are ready, Cai said walking into the room with the Halle Berry version of the Catwoman suit on. The cute little cat mask covering the top part of her face and the band holding it in place being hidden in her long black hair.
Olivia looked at Cai through the mirror as Rosalyn combed her fingers through her hair finishing up the final touches to the two pieces of hair she had purposefully left out of the ponytails to frame the woman's face.
"We're ready," Rosalyn responded as Olivia stood up and checked herself over in the mirror. She was going to be Harley Quinn tonight. She liked the character and had found an outfit that she really loved. It was a red and dark blue cropped bustier that stopped a few inches above her bellybutton, with a red bustier vest with blue belts that fastened in the middle drawing even more attention to her boobs and small waist. The pants rode low on her hips allowing more skin to be shown, one leg being dark blue, the other red. They too were skin tight, showing off her shapely thighs, the large black belt serving to accentuate her hips. She had on boots that stopped right above her knees, as well as a choker and pair of blue and red arm warmers with black gloves with the fingers cut out as well as spiked bracelets. Rosalyn had done a wonderful job on her hair and makeup. She'd thought the makeup would be a little tricky but it seemed that the woman could pull off the psychotically cute style she had promised her she would do. She gave herself a once over in the mirror, turning slightly to try to check herself out from the back and smiled to herself. Jake wouldn't be able to resist her. She grabbed the bat that was propped against the side of the dresser, and fell in line as they all filed out of the room, grabbing a few last minute things before heading out of the house.
She knocked on the door and felt a little bad. She'd promised Stephen that they would come a little earlier to help him set up, but it seemed some of the guests had already started to arrive.
"Just so you guys know, don't start with your shit. I'm taking something home with me tonight," Katherine told them.
They all looked at her, knowing that she would be the one if any, that they would have to prevent from making drunken decisions about a guy.
"But what if he's actually ugly, and you're just drunk?" Cai offered.
Katherine only stared at her, as the other girls stared back at the blond waiting for her answer. "Okay," she conceded after a few seconds. "I'll pick my prey before I get too drunk and don't let me leave with anyone but him."
"That actually sounds like a good idea," Rosalyn said.
Just then, a tall slightly buff guy with dirty blonde hair opened the door. He was about to say something but the smile fell from his face and his mouth dropped open. "Damn," he rumbled, his eyes bouncing around between all of the girls, seemingly overwhelmed and not knowing where to settle.
The girls only smiled at him, glad they had had their desired effect.
"Mmm. Damn yourself baby," Katherine said smiling as she stepped over the threshold and closer to the guy who was dressed like a jedi knight. She tugged loosely on the brown robe that he wore as she dragged her eyes from the top of his frame, down, then back up again. She stepped past the guy, and turned back around while pointing at him, but talking to her friends. "I call dibs on this one." With that, she turned back around again and continued walking further into the house. The rest of the girls entered, Rosalyn being the last one so she stopped and put her finger on the boy's chin and pushed it upward, effectively closing his mouth. "There," she said with a smile as if the man's face was a puzzle and she had just pushed the last piece into place. He continued to stand there, staring after the girls.
They filed into the kitchen where they found one of the hosts of the party. "Hey," he greeted them boisterously as he hugged each one of them. "Wow, you guys look great," he told them. "I assume that's why you're late."
"This, takes time Stephen," Cai said as she hopped on top of the counter.
"Oh, I know it does, Kitty Cat," he said sultrily referring to her costume as he stepped closer to her and placed a kiss on her cheek. She purred, and he laughed.
He moved on to Abby, "Abigail my fiery, little redhead," he said pulling her into a hug. "I hope you didn't invite your boyfriend."
Before she could respond, Rosalyn jumped in. "She never invites him. He just shows his ass up."
"Guys," Abby said in a tone letting them know that this was not the subject she wanted to talk about right now.
"I know one thing," Rosalyn added before letting the subject drop. "If he starts his shit tonight I'm beating his ass with Liv's bat."
"That's what I bought it for," Olivia said.
"My knives are real," Cai supplied, causing everyone to laugh.
"So where's the new guy," Stephen said turning to Olivia. "When do I get to meet him?"
All of her friends' heads snapped towards her. She hadn't told them.
"Wait, what new guy?" Abby asked. "Is there a new new guy or is he talking about Jake?"
"He's talking about Jake," she admitted.
"Ooh, inviting him to hang out with the friends," Cai said, still perched on top of the counter top. "You must really like this guy."
"First off, the first time we ever hung out you guys were there. Plus we've only been dating for a week," she defended.
"Yeah, but you guys have gone on like nine dates in that one week," Abby exaggerated.
Olivia just shook her head and rolled her eyes. She would admit that she had been seeing a lot of Jake during the last week, but it was because she really liked hanging out with him, and she assumed he liked hanging out with her as well, since he accepted all of her invitations or demands, depending on how you looked at it. "Don't you need help finishing setting up?" she turned to Stephen.
"Yeah," he told her. "Sorry I didn't mean to out your surprise." He began directing them to certain parts of the house to help with the minimal set up that he hadn't already completed.
Within twenty minutes everything was in place and they were free to enjoy the party, until it was time to clean up of course, but until then, they would have fun. It had almost been two hours since they'd arrive, thirty minutes since Charles and his friends had decided to show their faces and Abby had spent that entire time trying to stir him away from her friends, whose hate of him was still pretty high after his latest outburst of anger, because Olivia still had that bat and although they laughed, she was pretty sure at least one of Cai's knives could do some serious bodily damage.
Olivia was starting to get anxious, well frustrated was more like it. The party had officially started an hour ago and there was still no sign of her guest, not even a text. She was starting to think he was going to blow her off, which was ridiculous because it was only ten. It was just that she felt like she didn't know much about him. She had probably talked to him almost as much as she'd talked to her roommates during the last week but she still felt like there was something about him major that she was missing. Sure it was impossible to get to really know a person in such little time but he seemed more guarded than the usual guy meets girl they have chemistry and spark up a dating routine. It was almost as if he was holding her at arm's length when most people their age would be welcoming the attention of their latest infatuation. Instead, it seemed that he was almost discouraging it, even though she could clearly see that he was just as interested as she was. Even if she was wrong, she'd think he'd have just said that by now, but she had never been that off on someone's feelings towards her. This would be a first.
"What's wrong with you, hot stuff?" Rosalyn asked as she walked up to her. She was sitting on the window ledge watching the party go by. "You've been sitting here all night. I would've thought you would have at least found something or someone to keep you occupied by now." She had watched her friend turn away guy after guy for the last hour or so.
Olivia just shrugged. The truth was she found all the prospects of the night boring compared to what she had anticipated. And maybe it was just the anticipation itself that made everyone else seem like a waste of time and energy.
"Aw, com'on Mama," Rosalyn nudged her as she leaned against the ledge next to her friend. "This is Halloween, it only comes one night a year. Don't waste it waiting on some guy to show up. There are plenty of fine ass dudes in here right now and I am not going to let you let this opportunity pass you by."
Olivia laughed at her friend making it sound like hooking up at a Halloween party was a life altering event she was about to let slip through her fingers. But she did have a point. If this asshole didn't have the courtesy to at least text her and tell her he was running late, why should she waste her time waiting on him to show up. Hell if he showed up after she'd found a new interest for the night well that would just be his time lost and wasted. She hopped down from the ledge and stood next to her friend. "You're right."
"I know this," the woman smiled back at her. They were about to make their way to the center of the room where everyone was dancing until they heard Abby yelling.
"Oh my god, Charles, are you fucking kidding me," she yelled looking up at him. They saw her shoving him out of the foyer and into the living room. "You always do this shit." She shoved him again.
"He fucking punched me in the face," he yelled back at her.
"Yeah, well you fucking deserved it," she shoved him one last time before wiping at her face and rushing past him and up the stairs.
They were about to follow her but just as they were Olivia saw her asshole walk into the room with some blue jeans, a steal blue shirt and a black leather jacket, the look on his face telling that he had been the other half of the altercation Abby had just broken up. Yes, her beautiful asshole had just arrived. She hadn't noticed the guys walking in behind him until Rosalyn said something.
"Mmm," the woman almost moaned into her ear. "Damn. Do they always travel in packs like that? Aye, Papi."
Olivia's eyes were then drawn to the two guys standing next to her guest, wearing the same look as he was, but looking around as if wondering what they had gotten themselves into. And she could see where her friend was coming from but it was still pretty comical. "Ros," she laughed, "could you please stop making sex noises in my ear?"
She groaned, "I'm sorry Liv, but I want one." Olivia laughed and so did her friend who had already started to direct her focus to the darker skin man in the red shirt. "I really want one."
"Com'on" Olivia said grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the entry way. He noticed her when they were a few feet away from him and a smile came to his face.
She smiled back, "Hey, you made it," she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He encircled her small frame with one arm, pressing her to him slightly as he returned the hug.
"Yeah, I told you I would," he said releasing her from the hug but still letting his hand rest on her lower back.
They shared a look. He looked her up and down, appreciating the fact that she had more of her body on display than he'd ever seen before. She was hot, he had known that, but he had always been able to push it to the back of his mind before, but she was making that a little hard tonight. Olivia smiled to herself, having seen the look in his eyes. Then he realized that he had his friends with him. His friends who had all but made him let them tag along. He had told them no, that he wanted to keep his friendship with her simple and didn't want to drag her into their bullshit. They had voiced their understanding and promised to help him keep it uncomplicated, they just wanted to party. This is Franklin and this is Charlie.
"Hello," Olivia said with her hands still resting on Jake's chests as he still hadn't bothered to remove his arm from her waist and she still hadn't bothered to step away from him. "It's nice to meet…," she was interrupted by Rosalyn reaching across both her and Jake to extend her hand to Franklin.
"Hello, I'm Rosalyn, but you can call me Ros," she said with a huge smile taking everyone by surprise. It only took Franklin a few seconds to respond though as he clearly liked the woman's assertiveness as he smiled before taking her hand and kissing it.
"You can call me Frank," he responded, holding on to her hand.
Olivia just looked as both their hands were now tangled up in the half hug that she and Jake had going on, but they didn't seem to notice as they remained smiling at each other.
"I feel like we're in the way," she heard Jake say and looked up to see him looking down at her. She laughed.
"I guess so," she responded finally stepping back out of his arms and grabbing Rosalyn's hand as she began pulling the woman away from Franklin. "I'm sorry, but could you just give us a second. We have to go check on Abby."
"Of course," he nodded having seen the woman run off himself. He smiled as Olivia gave one last tug to the woman in red, effectively separating her from his friend.
They made their way upstairs, Olivia keeping a firm hold on Rosalyn. She headed straight for Stephen's room since she figured that's where she would go first. Either there or the bathroom, but she figured she'd check there first. She pushed the door open slightly and peeped in and saw that Katherine was there as well. They walked in and closed the door behind them.
"What happened?" Olivia asked as she walked over to a still sobbing Abby, Kat doing her best to keep the tears from ruining her makeup even more.
"That asshole got into another fight," Katherine said before Abby could answer.
"He's always fucking fighting. I can never go anywhere and have fun without him being a total douche," she added.
"Aww sweetie look at the bright side," Katherine tried. "At least it wasn't you this time."
The room became quiet and all of the girls stared at her. She just stared back and shrugged her shoulders. "Really Kat?" Rosalyn added.
"Well shit that is a bright side with him," she retorted as Olivia took over her role of comforting Abby by pulling her into a hug. "You have to take what you can get with that prick."
"I'm sorry Liv," Abby tried to apologize. "I know you invited Jake over, I didn't know Charles…," Olivia stopped her before she could finish.
"Abby you don't have to apologize for him," she told her.
"Yeah, Jake's a big boy," Katherine said lying down on the bed smiling. She threw a wink at Olivia as the woman turned around to look at her. "He can handle himself. Right, Liv."
Olivia smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. "I hate you." Katherine only responded with, "You love me."
"You okay?" she said turning her attention back to Abby.
The woman nodded, "Yeah," she paused. "Shit, my makeup is all screwed up."
"Don't worry, I brought extra," Rosalyn said going in Stephen's closet to get the bag she'd stashed their earlier.
Just then the door flew open and closed again after Cai stepped in. "Why'd you idiots leave the hot guys downstairs at Skanktoberfest?"
"We had to come see about Abby," Olivia told her.
"Yeah well, there are about five girls seeing about them right now," Cai responded.
"Wait," Katherine said rolling onto her stomach, "there's a them?" She hadn't actually seen Jake walk in. She just knew he was there from what Abby had told her. She had been on the stairwell talking to some other friends from school when she'd seen the woman fly by her with tears in her eyes.
"I got dibs on the one in the red shirt," Rosalyn said, holding the makeup brush in the air.
"That's no fair, I didn't know," Katherine said, raising to her knees with a genuinely disappointed look on her face.
"Relax," Olivia told her. "There's a third one."
"Uh, yeah, no thanks, Liv," she said. "I don't want the leftover."
"You bitches should be ashamed of yourselves," Cai said causing the entire room to break out into laughter.
After seeing that her friend was now laughing instead of crying, Olivia checked to see if she would be okay with her going back downstairs to entertain her guest. Olivia, Cai, and Kat ended up going back downstairs while Rosalyn stayed behind and finished retouching her makeup.
Olivia hit the bottom stair and immediately saw her target, three girls talking to him and his friends, the one talking to him being particularly bold, or drunk, as she pushed her body up against his. He already had a beer in his hand and he just laughed at whatever she was saying. Well.
Before she could stop herself she found herself strutting over to them, her ponytails swaying back and forth as she did. She dragged the bat behind her, not planning to do anything with it, but she was starting to settle into the night now that it was coming together as she planned. All she needed to do was avoid any more fires, i.e. Charles, and she was feeling great about the potential of this night.
"Hi," she said enthusiastically to the girl as she wedged her way between them. She grabbed his hand and began walking away dragging him behind her. "Bye."
He wanted to make a more courteous exit from the conversation with the other woman, but it seemed that decision wasn't up to him. "Well that was interesting," he said as she turned back to face him as they stopped on the dance floor.
She smiled and tilted her head coyly, "Oh baby," she said making it seem as if he didn't have a clue. He was the poor little fool who had gotten caught in her web and hadn't even realized it yet. "The night is just beginning."
He couldn' t help the smile that came to his face at that statement. He was beginning to think he'd made a mistake coming to the party. He was honestly going to text her and cancel but his friends had talked him into it. He liked her, alot. And she had a way of making her way over every line he drew in the sand. He knew he needed to keep his distance, for her benefit more than his, but she just kept pulling him in closer. He placed his beer free hand on her hip and began swaying back and forth as she grinded her backside into him.
A/N: Don't forget to leave reviews and let me know what you think. This is actually a story that I'm open to suggestions for as well as I kind of have a vague outline of what I want to do with it, and it's tenuous, so I guess I have multiple vague outlines but haven't decided which direction I will go in just yet. So let me know! Again I will make corrections soon, hopefully.