It had been a week since Fitz and Cyrus started taking turns sitting at the diner while Olivia worked. Each day she told them to go and leave her alone but they never would. She was getting sick of seeing their faces everywhere that they shouldn't be. They both tried to convince her to go to therapy still but she refused. The cops caught the three boys who robbed and raped her which made her feel better but Fitz and Cyrus still came in to the diner every night. On the weekend, James came in and attempted to convince her as well but he had no luck.

Fitz was able to make her laugh a lot when he was in having dinner and sometimes at school too. She'd only known him a couple of weeks and she could tell she was nearly falling for him. She decided that she needed to keep her distance from him even though it was so hard. He was everywhere and when he wasn't, Cyrus was pushing them together.

"Can't you debate with me tonight, Cy? We haven't gone against each other in a while. I need you, please?" Liv begged.

"Fitz is great though. You've been kicking his ass every time. Tonight will be no different."

"He's letting me win. I need a challenge and you put up a great fight. Just for tonight?"

"What's going on? You love an easy win."

"I know, but I need fresh material. You need to be my opponent just for tonight okay?"

Using her last resort she gave Cyrus the one look she knew he couldn't refuse. "Don't do that," he barked. "I hate that look." Liv kept going. "Stop it." Still she wouldn't stop. "Fine! Only for tonight though."

"Great, thank you Cy! I'll tell Mr. Grant that he doesn't need to come to debate tonight. I'll see you then!" She ran out of his office before he had time to protest.

Olivia went to Fitz's classroom and saw it was empty. She didn't know how well she could face him without giving away anything lately so she left a note.

Here's my assignments for today's lesson and the essay that is due next week. Won't need you for debate tonight. Enjoy the night off. ~Olivia Pope

As quick as she could, Olivia left her papers under the note and ran off to the library. She went to work for the rest of the day on her next assignments for her classes until the end of the school day.

When she went to work, she thought she was going to be free for the night since either Cyrus or Fitz was there.

After a half hour, the bell on the door chimed signaling an entrance or exit, while Olivia was doing dishes in the back. She came out front and saw Fitz sitting at the counter.

"Hi," he said when he saw her.

"Hi," she responded a few seconds later. "I told you to enjoy the night off."

"From debate. I'd still be here though. Can you at least tell me in person that you are ditching my class?"

"It's not really ditching when I have all the work done and know what we are going over today in class. I suppose that you are right, I could have told you in person but you weren't in your room and I didn't know where to find you."

"Teacher's lounge, cafeteria, Cyrus's office, library."

"You want me to search everywhere in the school for you to tell you I wasn't going to your class? Seems easier to leave a note."

"True."

"I've got it covered tonight. Go home and get some sleep, you can use it. Get some grading done or whatever it is you need to do."

"Are you going to therapy?"

"No. I'm not going to go to therapy. I've already told you my feelings on the matter."

"Then I'm staying."

Olivia was getting a bit irritated with the babysitting role that he and Cyrus had. "No, you are not staying. Go down to the café or to McDonald's and get something to eat. You have to go."

"I don't remember leaving you the boss of me. I should check into that."

"I have HAD IT with this bull shit of you and Cyrus coming in here and playing babysitter watch dog. I don't need you looking after me. I've been doing it for five years and can take care of myself. You two have your own lives to live."

"You are part of our lives. We're just trying to protect you."

"The boys who raped me are in jail and they aren't getting out for a long time. I don't need protection. The two of you are smothering me! I cannot breathe when the two of you are around. You two come in here and watch me work. You make sure I go to school and go to class and show up where I'm supposed to be and try to talk me into therapy knowing that I will not go and want to know where I am every minute of every day. I have a father for that and he doesn't even ask me that! He lives on the other side of the country, thank God, and I don't have to listen to the questions. 'Where are you', 'where've you been', 'who were you with'? I'm suffocating from you two. I don't need your damn protection!" Olivia yelled.

"We are just trying to keep you safe."

"There's no damn monsters in the closet, or the boogyman under my bed, or ghosts roaming around. I can take care of myself. I've had it with the two of you hovering. Get the hell out!"

"Livie, come on," he tried to reason.

"Do NOT call me that!"

"Olivia, you are being irrational. It's for your own safety that we are here."

"Either you get out or I will."

"Olivia."

"Fine," she went out the door and left.