Olivia went back to having her daily lunch with Cyrus the next day. She even went back to having debate with him. Liv turned back her time to her usual schedule. The only thing she didn't do: go to Mr. Grant's Civics class. She tried to go several days in a row but she couldn't bear to see him. Every time she did see him in the halls, her stomach turned into knots and butterflies flew through her stomach.

"She's skipping my class on purpose, Cy," Fitz told him two weeks later.

"She can't be doing it intentionally."

"Olivia has missed the last two weeks of my class. She usually leaves her homework assignments on my desk with a note. Now she's put them in an envelope and putting them in my mailbox. She's avoiding me. I don't know why though."

"Cyrus, I brought lunch from the café…" she started until she saw Fitz at lunchtime. "I didn't know you were busy. Here's your lunch, Cyrus. I'll just talk to you at debate later." Liv left his office as quick as she could closing the door behind her.

"See? She doesn't look at me and doesn't even acknowledge me. I don't know what I did to piss her off."

"Olivia is probably still mad about the whole diner situation. She will get over it soon and will realize that we were only trying to keep her safe. I'll talk to her and work this out."

"Actually, I have an idea." Fitz told him his idea and Cyrus agreed.

"You better know what you are doing though. She's feisty and will attack if necessary. If you corner her, I can't protect you. And don't do anything beyond repair okay?"

"Deal. I'll take care of this and we'll be done with the situation. I'll text you after it," Fitz said as he left.

Olivia had finished her swim and dried off going to the auditorium for debate. She tried a few doors only to find that they were locked. On the last door she tried it finally opened. She stepped in and turned on the light looking for Cyrus as she set her bag down. She moved closer to the stage setting up her notes while she waited for his arrival. After a few minutes the door opened.

"You're late, Cy. What happened to always being early?" She looked up as Fitz came into the light. "Hey, sorry, I thought you were Cyrus. He's late."

"Actually he won't be joining us tonight. He's got a few things to take care of."

"Well I wish he would have told me that, I could be getting ready for work right now," Olivia walked off stage getting her bag. "I'll see you later, Mr. Grant."

Fitz sat on the edge of the stage and watched Olivia go to the door trying to open it. "It's locked." She went to another and tried. "Locked too." Going to another one. "That one too." Even through the darkness he could see the evil look on her face. "Locked, locked, and locked," he said pointing to the doors.

"And why are they locked?"

"Because I locked them. You can't escape me, Livie."

"I've told you about calling me that. You can't keep me locked in here."

"I can. I have it locked and I have the only key to unlock it. We need to talk. And this time, you aren't leaving until we are finished."

"I don't have time for this. Let me out of here or I'll scream."

"Go ahead, it's 4:30, no one will hear you, there's no one here."

"You play dirty," she awarded him.

"True. Come sit down. We need to discuss some things."

"Does Cyrus know that you are here?"

"Yes, I discussed all of this with him earlier. When you so rudely came into his office and never said a word to me."

"Oh, I'm sorry did I hurt your feelings?"

"Perhaps, but if that's how it was, you've been hurting my feelings for weeks."

"Why? Because I haven't talked to you?"

"And you haven't come to my class, or responded to emails, texts, calls. You're leaving your homework in my mailbox."

"So?"

"What did I do that pissed you off? Are you still pissed about the diner thing? Help me understand what is going on so I can help you."

"I don't need your help. I'm not pissed off at you or at anyone else. It's just something that I have to come to terms with. I'm handling it."

"Not very well from the looks of it."

"You don't know how I handle things."

"Cyrus has noticed it too. You're avoiding me for some reason but I can't figure out why. I've discussed it with him and he's sure that it's about the diner thing. Talk to me, Liv."

"You really need to stop calling me that."

"Why? Everyone else calls you that. It's just a nickname, Livie."

"It's inappropriate."

"It is not. Why can't I call you that? Why can't you talk to me? What's with the silent treatment? Why can't you look at me? Why do you keep ditching my class and avoiding me in the halls? Why can't your treat me like you do every other teacher? What makes me so different from them? What makes me so different from Cyrus? Why can't you just be yourself around me? Why can't you…"

"Because I LOVE YOU!" she yelled. Immediately, she covered her mouth, unable to believe she just said it out loud. "I have to go. I need to go." She picked up her bag and ran to the door, slamming her face against it when it didn't open. "Can you open the door?" she asked nicely rubbing her head.

He stared at her for several minutes.

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

Fitz jumped at her tone and went to unlock the door. The second it opened she ran for her life to her car and went off to work.