A/N: Yes, I'm updating! I received a review fairly recently that sparked me to finish up a chapter I had nearly done and decided to finish and upload. So just FYI, don't give up on older stories you happen to stumble across :)
Chapter Six: Sirens
Christopher Benson.
Right in the same ranks as Fitz, Christopher was considered one of Keystone School's notorious bad boys. He was not quite as good looking as Fitz, but he still had girls at his beck and call. He and Fitz ran around the same circles, but Fitz made sure to keep a comfortable distance. Christopher's father made his big bucks and a spot in the rich Upper East Side neighborhood by being a drug lord – rumors of murder mysteries surrounded the Benson clan. Fitz was in no way, shape or form an angel and had his own drug connections, but knew better to stay away from any type of activity that could involve murder.
So, on that particular Tuesday morning, Fitz was surprised when Christopher approached Fitz at his locker.
"Hey, Fitz, man," Christopher leaned his arm against the locker next to Fitz's and spoke in a low whisper, "you busy tonight, man? I need a favor."
Fitz side-eyed Christopher with caution and responded, "I don't know, it depends."
The late bell rang and most of the hallway had cleared up. Christopher motioned Fitz to follow him a little ways down the hallway to his own locker and opened it, revealing five large duffel bags stacked on top of each other. He un-zipped the one on top to reveal large zip-lock bags full of weed.
"Why the fuck do you have this much weed in school, man?" Fitz asked.
"Look, I need you to hold this for me at your place. Just for like 5 days," Christopher asked in a low voice.
Before he could zip the bag up again, someone walked by. The two boys' hearts dropped, thinking they were just busted but realized it was only Mellie.
"What's going on here?" Mellie said with snide smirk as Christopher put his arms around her shoulder. Mellie and Christopher were on-again off-again fuck buddies, it was more revolting than anything.
She peeked in Christopher's locker and gave him them a serious look, "Are you trying to get suspended?"
Christopher quickly zipped the duffle bag up and threw it in Fitz's locker. Before he could protest, Chris shut Fitz's locker and gave Mellie a quick kiss on the cheek. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head, Mell-Bellz." He turned to Fitz, "I'll text you about this later," he tapped to the locker and gave Mellie a slap on the ass before departing.
"Since when have you and Christopher been in business together?" Mellie asked Fitz before he had a chance to leave. Mellie had always had a crush on Fitz but after several failed advances, she turned to Christopher, the next best thing.
"We're not," Fitz said with a stoic expression and left Mellie alone in the hallway. Mellie rolled her eyes at his less-than-friendly treatment and started down the hallway for the real reason she was out of class.
There was a College Ambassador meeting after school and she needed to do some plotting. Much to Olivia's distaste as they were school rivals since elementary school, she had appointed Mellie to be apart of her College Ambassador committee, mainly because Mellie also had one of the highest GPAs in their class and proved to be an asset to wooing college recruiters.
Mellie's only problem, other than the fact she had to report to Olivia as a leader in some capacity, was that Olivia had assigned herself as Stanford's college ambassador. Though both girls were shoe-ins to the college due to their academic, social, and extra-curricular backgrounds, the girls both know being ambassador would mean admission into Stanford's most elite private honor society, Lorem Ipsum. If you were apart of this club, you were simply the best and it proved to be the best gateway to coveted white-collar career opportunities. Mellie could not stand being on the outside while Olivia got be in, not again.
Which is why, at the current moment she was making her way to the pool gymnasium. One would wonder why Mellie was heading over there as she had no ties to the swim team. She snuck into the empty locker room and zeroed in on the bulletin board to retrieve this season's competition schedule. She had tried to find it online with no avail but grinned as she folded the schedule and slipped it in her black Chanel over-the-shoulder bag. Operation sabotage Olivia Pope was about to begin.
The last bell of the day rang and Olivia rolled her eyes at Adam's latest text, "My parents want to introduce you to the CEO of Citi Bank tonight for dinner. Don't be late."
As of late, Adam's control of her life was becoming unbearable and she was on the brink of breaking up with him. But then, she thought of her parents, college and her entire future and concluded that was simply not an option.
She power-walked to a classroom where her after-school meeting was held for the College Ambassador program. It was mid-November and college recruiters were coming for a big event on Saturday. Since acceptance letters were due to arrive starting in 2 weeks, this event was a huge deal. As Olivia entered the room, she rolled her eyes when she saw Mellie at the podium attempting to conduct this meeting. Doesn't she know her place?, Olivia thought to herself as she tapped Mellie on the shoulder and cleared her throat.
"Olivia!" Mellie offered her the fakest smile in the world.
"Hello Mellie," Olivia smiled back as the rest of the college ambassadors in the room looked on at the obvious tension between the two ladies. "Is there a reason you thought you were the leading this meeting today?"
"Well, since you can't make it this Saturday, I figured I'd take lead and appointed myself as the Stanford ambassador. I was just going over the logistics for Saturday's brunch with everyone else," Mellie said, her smug smile still never leaving her face.
Olivia scoffed, "Did you bump your head Mellie? What makes you think I'd miss the most important day of senior year?"
Abby, who was sitting in the first row and chosen to be ambassador for Brown spoke up and said, "Well, actually since there was a swim meet at St. Hopkins this Saturday, we all figured you'd have to go that since that meet is the make or break to make it to State's."
Olivia looked at everyone quizzically. 'Wait… I did get an email from Coach this morning about something changing in the schedule', Olivia thought. She was busy with everything else going on in her life that she hadn't had a chance to read the entire email. She frantically scrolled through her iPhone for the email and sure enough there was an e-mail that one of the most important qualifying meets was re-scheduled for Saturday. It was Olivia's dream to bring home a National Championship and there was just no way that she could miss that.
Olivia felt her eyes prickle with tears. At the same time, she would miss networking with Stanford recruiter – sure she was likely to get into the school, but all recruiters were known for offering a coveted recommendation for Lorem Ipsum, earning them an early high-established reputation at the university, meaning exclusive spots in highly regarded classes, introductions to the best professors, guaranteed spots in honor societies and sororities. It had Olivia Pope written all over it.
"I have to go," Olivia said defeated. Mellie was still smugly smiling at her as Olivia left the room.
Olivia was beyond stressed and picked up her phone again and sent a message to the one person who knew could make her feel better.
Olivia: Are you free tn?
Fitz: I'm all yours baby
Earlier that day
Mellie walked into the IT department's main computer lab. She scanned the rows of computers before she finally found who she was looking for.
"Hello Andrew," Mellie smiled widely at Andrew Nichols, who was hunched over this desktop, probably coding away a plan on how to shutdown the school.
Andrew looked up at Mellie nervously. He had the hugest crush on her since middle school and couldn't believe that she was talking to him.
"I need a favor," Mellie said. She then began to explain to Andrew how she needed him to hack into New York State Swimming Athletic Association's account and send an email to St. Hopkins about re-scheduling a certain meet.
After Andrew enthustically agreed, Mellie clapped her hands with joy. Olivia Pope is toast, she thought.
She skipped out of the computer lab in elation and accidentally bumped into Fitz.
"Oh, Fitz! Twice in one day. Aren't we lucky?" Mellie said.
Fitz groaned. Ugh, twice in one day, he thought.
"Well, don't want to hold you up. Maybe you, me and Christopher can all hang out with day!" With that, she started to walk away.
Fitz noticed she had a dropped a piece of paper and was about to call after to her when she noticed what it was. It was a copy of the swim team's schedule and she had circled in red a meet coming up. Mellie had no ties to the swim whatsoever and would probably sink to the bottom of a pool floor for all Fitz knew. Knowing her competitive history with Olivia, curiosity got the best of him and he entered the IT lab….
"Thanks for coming…," Olivia said. She was sitting on her bed, still in her school uniform as Fitz sat casually on a loveseat. He was elated that she had called him over. "I .. just .. seeing you with Portia at the dance.. I don't know…" She looked down at him shyly. She couldn't believe herself right now. Being shy in front of Fitz!? But, she knew her actions spawned from her finally admitting to herself that she really did want him.
Fitz thought Olivia was so adorable in this moment as she tried hard to not to look at him. He stood up from the chair and walked over to Olivia and caressed her cheek with his face.
"Hey… let me remind you, you were the one that set that up. And really, Portia and I are just friends. I only have eyes for one girl."
Olivia looked up at him with watery eyes. She stood up so that their bodies were now flush against each other. Fitz started to get hard as he felt body rub against his dick. "Fitz…"
He slowly unbuttoned her top and removed her blouse to reveal her lacey black bra. His dick twitched. He kissed the tops of her breast and Olivia immediately felt her own arousal. She put her arms around Fitz's neck and instinctively he picked her up. With a gasp, she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him fiercely on his lips.
"Are you still with Adam?" Fitz inquired between breaths as they fell backward onto her mattress.
Olivia sat up, turned them around and straddled Fitz. She leaned over to kiss his neck, nibbling to ensure she'd leave her mark on him and whispered, "Don't you dare talk about other men when I'm with you."
Fitz felt himself fully hard at this point. Olivia never allowed them to have sex in her own room, so this situation was all too exciting for him. He had willed himself to relax before prematurely climaxing. However, that proved to be extremely challenging when Olivia rolled hips and core aggressively against his hard-on.
Fitz thrusted his hips up in response, eliciting a loud moan from Olivia. Fitz smirked, That's what she gets.
Olivia pierced her tongue into Fitz's mouth and they both wrestled, mouth-fucking each other foreshadowing what was about to come with their body parts below.
Fitz, having enough, aggressively grabbed at Olivia's panties and started tearing them off her body when they were all of a sudden interrupted by a loud knock at the door.
"Senorita Olivia!" Hernanda, Olivia's maid, bellowed from the other side of the door.
The pair groaned in unison. Olivia, still straddled on Fitz, rolled her eyes and replied, "Hernanda, I'm a little busy! Can you come back later?"
"I'm sorry but Senor Dominic requests your presence in his study this instant. It's urgent," Hernanda explained.
Olivia sighed. She landed her forehead gently on Fitz's, looked into his eyes and said, "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
Olivia slid her panties fully back on and looked at herself in the mirror. She quickly fluffed her hair up and fixed her lipgloss so Dominic wouldn't suspect a thing.
A few moments later, she was padding into her stepfather's study. It was a grand room. She took a seat on the large brown leather coach that faced his antique cherry wood desk. Behind him on the wall, were his countless master and doctoral degrees, Peabody awards and certifications.
Noticing Olivia arrived, Dominic took a break from the e-mail he was writing on his computer and took off his glasses. With a sigh he said, "So what's this about you missing the university brunch on Saturday?"
Olivia grimaced. She was hoping Dominic wouldn't found out about that. "States is on the same day. There was some sort of switch in the schedule last minute. I had not control over it."
"But someone will have to take your place. And that person will most likely be endorsed for the spot in Lorem Ipsum. The amount of consideration I have given to put you in this ambassador position has just been a waste. I chose you not because you're my step-daughter, but on merit." Dominic eyed Olivia carefully, knowing full well she knew this already.
Olivia started to argue, as the scheduling conflict really was not her fault and didn't appreciate the passive aggressive tone Dominic was taking with her. She opened her mouth to argue but Dominic cut her off with a surprise, "Fitzgerald Grant is sabotaging you."
Olivia's jaw dropped, "Excuse me?"
"Prestigious swim meets don't just re-schedule out of nowhere," Dominic placed his glasses back on and typed something in his computer to pull an e-mail up. "I'm very close acquaintances with the NY State Swimming Swimming Athletic Association's higher-ups and I have on good authority that the re-schedule was caused by some sort of hack in their e-mail system tied to Fitzgerald Grant."
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "Fitz? I just don't see why… why.. would he do that?"
"He's distracting you to get into your pants, Olivia!" Dominic said suddenly.
Olivia almost laughed, "Dominic, that's absurd."
"I know he's upstairs right now, I saw his driver pull up approximately 25 minutes ago. You're a straight A, honor-roll, Stanford-bound beautiful, young woman, Olivia. You're his target. All the country club can say up about that kid is that he his father wants to disown him for being such a shame to the family, constantly drunk and high on drugs. You're everything he will never be and he wants to take you down."
Olivia felt herself getting angry and clutched at the arm of the couch to relieve some pressure. "That doesn't make any sense. Fitz is my friend," Olivia said through gritted teeth. There was no way she was going to confess her true feelings to Dominic.
"He's a deadbeat. You're lucky I won't tell Adam what a whore you've been behind his back. Take a look," Dominic faced his computer screen to show Olivia the e-mail he was reading. Indeed, it was a security breach brief that indicated Fitz was trying to hack the swimming association's e-mail.
Is Fitz really betraying me? Is he really trying to bring me down?
Olivia, always the one to keep her posture, plastered the fakest smile on her face. "No need to bother Adam with this at all, Dominic. Consider Fitzgerald Grant handled and dismissed."
Dominic nodded to her in silence as she exited his office.
Olivia raced up back to her room, with a million thoughts floating through her mind. To think she was going to tell Fitz she loved him back tonight! To think she was going to break up with Adam for him!
Olivia reached her room and Fitz immediately sat back up.
"Hey baby," Fitz grinned.
Olivia groaned at the sight of him. He was topless and his chiseled abs were in full display. As sexy as he was, no one messed her with.
"You need to get the fuck out here STAT. And avoid running into Dominic of your way out," Olivia said angrily. She picked up his clothes and threw them at him.
Fitz, utterly confused said, "What happened?"
"The Swimming Association website. You hacked their e-mail so I would miss the Ambassador meeting. You're trying to sabotage me and bring me down to your level," Olivia huffed, pacing back and forth.
Fuck, Fitz thought and sighed. "No, Livvie, you don't understand. Mellie hacked into your system. I found out and tried to have someone in the computer lab reverse it on my laptop but it didn't work. I was trying to un-do her work. She's jealous of you! Everyone knows that."
Olivia shook her head. Some part of her believed him but she just could not take the betrayal. Not from someone who she cared so deeply about and during at time where she was so close to her dreams.
"I don't believe you. Get out. When you see me at school, we are dead to each other," Olivia opened her door for her to leave, refusing to make eye contact with him.
Fitz, knowing he wasn't going to able to convince her tonight, took his stuff and left.
Once outside in front of her building, waiting for his driver to come pick him up, he dialed up, Mellie.
"Fitz, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Mellie answered.
"Mellie, I know you hacked into the swimming association's website so Olivia would miss the Ambassador meeting for the meet. I need you to confess or else I'll out you. I tried to reverse what you did and now Olivia thinks I'm the one to do it," Fitz said plainly, getting straight to the point. He never cared about Mellie or her feelings.
Mellie laughed, "Wow, so you do have a heart. Going through all the trouble for Little Miss Olivia. Well listen up, Fitz, there's no way in hell I'm confessing. They'll kick me out of the ambassador program entirely. If you dare tell, I'll make sure the weed you're hiding for Chris is found before the homeroom bell rings."
Fitz fumed, "You wouldn't." Mellie got him good. There was no way he could get into the school this late at night to clean out that shit Chris made him hide.
"Oh, you know I would. Goodbye, Fitz." With that Mellie hung up.
Fitz texted his driver that he was just going to walk home instead. He needed to clear his head. He looked up at Olivia's window one last time. How did he lose his girl just like that in one night? How was he ever going to get her back?