A month had gone by since Fitz and Olivia started their relationship. He was with her all the time now, even Cyrus had noticed. They debated together, went for swims, graded and did homework together (though she didn't need his help). She worked at the diner every night, and every other night he would come in and sit with her. It seemed that the two were inseparable and that was starting to worry Cyrus.

"You won that debate by cheating, Livie," Fitz yelled on their 6 week anniversary.

"I did not. I won fair and square like I do every other time. It's not my fault you didn't prepare properly."

"You gave me the note cards except one of them," he said grabbing her and pulling her into him.

"They were stuck together," she added. She slid against him feeling him. "I hope that's your phone I'm feeling," she laughed.

"And if it isn't?"

She covered her blush into his chest before leaning up to kiss him. "Dad's gone again, you could… come over and maybe spend the night again. We could have some wild fun, more than we did earlier. If you want, totally up to you."

"I can't stay the night but I can go home and put you to bed, maybe a little more before you fall asleep. How is it you got the night off?"

"I asked for the night off. I wanted to spend tonight with you. I know it does sound girly but we've been together for 6 weeks now. I thought we could celebrate."

He laughed, "Sweet baby, that does sound girly. But I'm right there with you. Six amazing weeks and 37 times inside you is something I could celebrate."

"38, you forgot about the accident in the shower."

"I don't count that though, it was an accident."

"But still inside me. How about we go back to my place now and start the night before you have to leave?"

He ushered for her to lead, "After you, my lady."

"Thank you kind sir," she mocked.

He followed her back to her house and started their 'special time', as they called it, immediately when the door opened, wasting no time before he had to leave.

"Why do you wear these damn pants? I hate trying to get them off of you," he told her seductively.

She pulled her phone out of the back pocket, setting it on the night stand, and worked them down a little for him. "Try now."

"Mhm, so much better."

After their four hours of 'special time', he kissed her goodbye and left. She turned off the light and went to bed exhausted from her work out.

In the morning, she checked her phone for any messages from Fitz but saw her phone was dead. She got a shower and ready for school in record time after seeing her alarm had gone off twenty minutes before. Liv gathered her things for school and headed off.

She saw that Fitz wasn't in his classroom and told herself she'd talk to him later. Going to her locker and getting prepared for her classes she heard students scurry away; ignoring it she went about her own business.

"YOU!" she heard Cyrus yell from a ways down the hall. She turned to see who he was talking to, or yelling to, but no one else was in the hall with him.

"Good morning, Cy. Beautiful morning isn't it? What's up?"

"YOU!"

"Yes me. Me what?" She saw the look of pure anger in his eyes as he stomped towards her. "Cyrus? What's wrong?" He didn't respond to her and got to her locker slamming it shut. "Cy, is there something you want to discuss?" He forcefully grabbed her upper arm tight in his hand dragging her along with him. "Ow…ow…ow…ow…ow…ow. Cyrus…ow…ow…Let go… ow…Cy… ow…ow…Ease up."

He pulled her into his office and told his secretary not to bother him for any reason and slammed the door shut.

"What's the matter with you?"

"With me? What's the matter with me? What about you?"

"Cyrus, what are you talking about? Can you fill me in please so I know what we are discussing?"

"You and he are busted. I can't believe you would do this. I put the two of you together and you hate each other. I let it drop and you go at it for hours! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"It isn't what you think. I swear to God, Cyrus, it was all me. He had nothing to do with it. Fitz is completely…"

"Fitz now? Last time it was Mr. Grant who I can't stand. What changed?"

"Nothing changed, I still don't like him," she lied.

"Bull shit, and you know it. Did you realize that you called me last night? That I had to sit on the phone for FOUR FUCKING HOURS while the two of you did every nasty thing you could think of."

"Cyrus, please don't over react."

"I had to listen to both of your moans and screams and dear Christ the orgasms."

"Okay, I'm uncomfortable now."

"How the hell do you think I feel? It was like listening to a porn movie with you two."

"You could have turned the phone off."

"I tried that. Worthless piece of shit doesn't work."

"I told you to get a new one."

"Don't turn this shit around on me. I did nothing wrong. Except maybe introduce the two of you. What the hell were you thinking? He's your teacher!"

"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Are you punishing me for making him protect you after what happened?"

"Yeah, Cy, that's exactly what I'm doing. I thought the best way to get back at you was to sleep with your friend who just happened to be my teacher," she dripped with sarcasm. "If that's what you think happened then you don't know me very well."

"He's your teacher!"

"Not anymore!"