A/N: The first chapter was like a prologue. From here on out, the stories will switch back and forth from Elliot and Olivia's childhood to present day.

Lyrics from "Back Then" by Mike Jones

Back then hoes didn't want me,

Now I'm hot, hoes all on me

I said,

Back then hoes didn't want me,

Now I'm hot, hoes all on me

Six months earlier…

She just couldn't understand it. She leaned with her back against her locker, her face resembling a deer caught in headlights. She just couldn't understand it.

"So…what do you say? You live over on…Seneca street yeah? I'll pick you up at eight."

His arrogance annoyed her to no end. She gripped the strap of her backpack, finding her voice. "I'm sorry…I don't remember saying yes."

He smirked knowingly. "I already know your answer. Just make sure you wear something that shows off your nice rack."

Arrogant bastard. "I don't think so," Olivia said. "I've got plans."

He narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer. She was aware of her backpack painfully squeezing into her back. "Okay. I get it. You're one of those hard to get chicks. I'll play along for now."

He pushed off the locker treating her to another smirk. She watched as Glen Parker, captain of the swim team, sauntered down the hallway, catching the eye of every girl he passed. Olivia breathed a sigh of relief, turning around to open her locker. It had been like this ever since she got back to school. Popular boys that had paid her no mind the first three years of high school were popping out of the woodwork, wanting to take her out, wanting to be her boyfriend.

She rummaged in her locker for her books. What Olivia hadn't noticed, or wasn't yet willing to admit, was that the summer before her senior year had been a kind one. She had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, with soft curves, long luxurious hair and big brown eyes.

She slammed her locker door shut. Well Glen Parker could forget it, she thought angrily. So could all the other boys. They didn't think she was worth talking to before, why should she appease them now? All she wanted to do was graduate high school and get out of Lewiston.

She walked out of the school and into the crisp sunshine, heading to her little Volkswagon Bug in the parking lot. She loved that car, in all its lime green gloriousness. She had worked all of last year at the movie theater to save for her car, and she painstakingly took care of it. She jumped behind the wheel, tossing her backpack into the backseat. She pressed play on the cassette player, welcoming the sounds of "Wild Horses". She reached to put the key in the ignition when she was suddenly bucked forcefully into the steering wheel, the sound of crushing metal mixing with The Stones.

Catching her breath, she leaped out of the car. A red camaro had backed into her bumper and caused quite some damage. Her heart stopped when the driver stepped out of his vehicle.

"Damn," he whistled. "Sorry."

It was Elliot Stabler. Wrestling star extraordinaire, one of the most popular and sought after guys at Lewiston Porter High School. He was dating Mindy McCready, the captain of the varsity cheer squad. And he had just wrecked her car.

"That's all you can say?" she snapped incredulously. "I don't have a bumper anymore!"

He shut his car door and circled around the wreckage to stand next to her. He was 6' 2", all muscle and brawn, but he had a quiet intelligence about him that set him apart from his jock peers. "I'm sorry," he said again, adopting a more sympathetic tone. "I was busy with the radio and wasn't looking where I was backing up. My dad will pay for the damages."

"Anything good?"

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

"What you were listening to…anything good?"

"The Stones," he said with a smile. "Honky Tonk Women."

"Nice," she said appreciatively. "I'm a big fan of 'Wild Horses' myself."

"Again, I'm sorry. My dad's friend is a mechanic, we can get the car fixed for you. We can stop by later tonight to pick it up, is that okay?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah I live on-"

"I know where you live, you're down the street." She was beautiful, Elliot decided. And he could tell that she didn't realize it herself. He found that oddly refreshing.

Olivia smiled. "Right. Thanks."

She watched him get back into his car and ease out of the parking lot. It had occurred to her that he had lived down the street from her for years, yet that was the first time he had ever said a word to her.

XXXXXXXXX

Olivia opened the front door a crack to find Elliot standing on her porch, a sheepish look on his face. It was late Sunday afternoon, three days after he and his father had picked up her car for repairs.

"I'm sorry, I would have brought the car back sooner, but I had a meet that ran late last night," he said apologetically. He noticed she was only half listening, her attention focused on something behind her.

"It's okay, I really appreciate you fixing her," she said quickly, grabbing the keys. She opened her mouth to say something else, when the door was pulled open wider.

"Who the hell are you?" the woman asked belligerently. Elliot recognized her as Olivia's mother. He had heard quite a bit about the woman from his mother and her friends. Her eyes were bright red and swimming, the stench of alcohol assaulting Elliot's senses.

"Mom, this is Elliot…from down the street. He brought me back my car…"

She shook a finger out at him. "You need to be more careful when you are driving, you could have killed my daughter!" she shrieked, grabbing Olivia into an awkward embrace. "What would I do without my baby? What would I do?"

"Right…I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He desperately wanted to escape this bizarre woman. He noticed that Olivia was bright red and looking past him.

"Good," she slurred, pulling Olivia into the house. Olivia threw him a shameful look of apology before the door slammed in his face.