Prompt 05. Right-Wing Bitch/Hottie Lesbian 1/3
Prompt 05. Right-Wing Bitch/Hottie Lesbian
"Listen, Angelica, I just don't think that Sydney is right for our group."
"Really? Why not?"
Alexandra sighed, closing her book and glancing around the library to make sure no one could overhear them. "I think she's a lesbian," she whispered.
Angelica wrinkled her nose. "You think so?" she asked, and appeared lost in thought for a moment before nodding with a shrug. "I guess you could be right. She does play on the softball team. I hadn't noticed it before."
"Well I have, and I wouldn't be comfortable working with her."
Alex was what you would call filthy rich and impossibly self-important, since she hadn't worked a day in her life to earn a cent of her own money. It was old money, it came from her parents, who spoiled her like a princess from the day she was born. So it was no wonder she found herself to be above everyone else at her university, and it was no wonder she was resistant to socialize with people who were in any way different than the norm. Her upbringing simply would not allow it.
Alex was also what most people would call a bitch.
"That's fine, who should we ask?" Angelica said dismissively, waving off the Sydney suggestion as if it had never happened.
"I don't know. Who else is in our class?"
"There are a hundred people in the class, Alexandra," her friend said bitingly. "Did you want me to name them all?"
"That'd be great," Alex replied with a very false smile.
"What about that girl Olivia?"
"Which one is she?" Alex asked, scanning her brain to match the name to a face.
"The girl that sits next to you, genius."
"Oh, I'm supposed to know her name? I've never even spoken to her, Angelica."
"Well? Yes or no?"
Alex nodded and stood from her chair. "Yes, that's fine."
"Great. Now we just have to find her."
--
They found Olivia eating lunch under a tree with some guys, the whole group laughing their asses off about something that had been said before Alexandra and Angelica were within earshot. "You're Olivia, right?" Alex asked as she came to a stop a few feet away from the animatedly talking brunette.
Olivia turned and looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. "Depends on who's asking. If this is about the pot in the dean's office, then no."
Alex did not find that amusing and her face must have shown it because she saw Olivia's eyebrows raise. "No," she said curtly. "Angelica and I were wondering if you'd like to be in our group for the project in our sociology class." Alex of course expected a glowing and grateful acceptance of the offer, because let's face it... who wouldn't want to be in their group? They were the popular girls in high school, and now they were the popular girls freshman year of college.
Olivia was a bit stunned at the invitation, and she didn't answer right away, giving the blonde time to take it back or say she was joking. But when she just looked on expectantly, Olivia snorted as if it should have been obvious. "No, thanks," she said, turning back to her best friend Elliot, intent on resuming their amusing conversation.
Now Alex was stunned, and she stood unmoving for a moment, unable to believe that Olivia had declined! She couldn't just let that be that. "What? Why not?" she pressed, her eyes taking on a determined hue that made them slightly change color.
Olivia turned back to look at the confused blonde, wondering if it were possible to be that over-confident. Apparently it was, because she was serious. "Because we don't exactly blend," Olivia said dryly.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Alex asked, her hackles raising as she put her hands on her hips and stared Olivia down.
Well, great. She was going to have to be blunt. "It means that you are the most arrogant bitch I've ever had the misfortune of going to school with, and I'd rather fuck the teacher to get an A than ride along on your coattails."
Angelica gasped in horror, and Alex did the same thing. She had never been insulted like that before, and had they both been standing she might have slapped Olivia. As it was, she felt the humiliating sting of tears behind her angry blue eyes and turned away quickly to hide it. Why the hell should she care what was said about her? Olivia obviously didn't know who she was, that was all. Nobody would speak to a Cabot that way.
Elliot watched the high society girls stroll off in a tissy, and turned to Liv. "Aww, you made the poor thing cry, Liv. What did she ever do to deserve that?" He was barely holding in his laughter, and was clearly impressed with his friend's mouthing off.
John and Fin didn't bother to hold theirs in, they just chuckled to themselves and waited for Liv's response.
"Give me a break, El. You don't sit next to her in sociology class. You should hear some of the things she says to Angelica that she thinks no one else can hear. She deserves to be put in her place, don't think you're gonna make me feel bad about it."
"Most would say that her place is at the top of the food chain," John chimed in.
"Yeah, where she eats people for breakfast," Fin said, shaking his head. "Good on ya, Liv."
"Thank you," Liv said to Fin, nodding her head at him. And then to Munch, she said pointedly, "her place is anywhere I'm not."
"I think you scarred her for life, not acting like a little puppy dog that rolls over just because she decided to grace you with her presence," Munch added.
"Why should I act like it's an honor to be spoken to by a right-wing bitch?" Olivia snapped. "Besides, once she found out which gender I sleep with she'd un-invite me from her little group anyway. She's a total bigot, John. I don't even know what she's doing in college, since she already thinks she knows everything. I would think you of all people would be jumping for joy to see her get told off."
"I am, I'm just playing devil's advocate," John said, holding up his hands in surrender. "I always try to see both sides."
"You just like to piss me off," Olivia said with a smirk, reaching out and shoving him over backward.
"Ow," John complained, sitting back up.
"Aw, crap, I gotta get to class," Fin announced suddenly after noticing the time.
"Me too, and I sit next to Ms. Rich and Famous," Olivia said, getting to her feet.
"Assigned seating in college?" Elliot asked. "That's just wrong."
"Yeah. And he takes roll," Liv groaned, rolling her eyes. "See you guys."
--
Alex was already seated when Olivia showed up, and she stiffened in her chair, back straight as a board. Liv wondered if she had something shoved up her ass, and chuckled at the thought as she slid into her desk.
"What is so funny?" Alexandra snapped, turning her head to glare at Olivia.
Olivia graced her with a smirk and a wink. "None of your business."
Alex's feathers ruffled and she tried to calm herself down, but to no avail. She only got more agitated. "What the hell is your problem?" she finally asked.
Olivia blinked in surprise. Why was Alex Cabot paying so much attention to her? "I thought I already explained that to you," she said, eyeing the blonde suspiciously. "I don't give a Goddamn who you are, your rank in society means nothing to me. All I see when I look at you is a stuck up bitch who's had every little thing handed to her on a silver platter."
Alex's eyes narrowed. "Well I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Most people from the trailer park don't appreciate good breeding."
Olivia was on her in a flash, grabbing her by the shirt collar and hauling her out of her chair, pulling her face close as she hissed, "say anything you want about me, but if you ever take a cheap shot at my family again I'll knock your fucking teeth down your throat!"
Alex's eyes widened first in fear, then in confusion. The entire class was waiting to see what she'd do. No one sure as hell had ever seen her in this situation before. And everyone, including Alex, knew that Olivia could carry out that threat without even breaking a sweat. "I don't know anything about your family, I don't even know your family surname," she said quietly enough that only Olivia could hear her.
Liv was too hot to believe her at that moment, but she let her go with a hard shove back into her chair.
Alex smoothed down her shirt and became very curious about her classmate's family now. She'd have to do some digging.
--
It was easy enough to find out Olivia's full name, and from there Alex only had to ask her mother about the Bensons. She was informed that there was no father in the picture and that Olivia's mother Serena was an alcoholic. She wasn't exactly sure why she wanted the information, but for some reason she felt better knowing it. She tried to tell herself that it would be good ammunition to throw out if Olivia kept picking on her, but she had a sinking feeling that it was just pure curiosity.
Now she sat in sociology class, talking to Angelica and waiting for the professor to arrive, but her eyes kept wandering to Olivia, and finally she couldn't contain her newfound knowledge any longer. She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to say, just that she wanted to find out more about the only person in her life ever to stand up to her. "Um, Olivia?" she asked when Angelica turned to talk to another classmate.
Olivia rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh, turning to look at Alexandra. "What?"
"Is it true that your mom's an al--"
Before she could even finish the sentence, Olivia had leapt out of her seat and cold-cocked Alex right in the jaw, not even stopping to grab her backpack as she stormed out of the classroom.
Alex's hand flew to her face, and she tasted blood in her mouth. It didn't quite sink in that she'd just been punched until the pounding ache began in her teeth and jaw. About five people were at her side in an instant, asking if she was okay, but she was too stunned to answer. She just worked her mouth back and forth, trying to decide if anything was dislocated, and she was grateful to find that all of her teeth were still intact after checking with her tongue. The voices around her were a blur, since everyone was talking at once, but she got the gist of what they were all saying - I can't believe she did that! Alex couldn't quite believe it either. She hadn't been trying to insult Olivia's family, she had just been curious for God's sake!
"I'm fine," she managed to say loud enough to be heard over the six million people talking to her at once and staring at her like a science exhibit. She stood and shouldered her backpack, then at the last minute made a decision and grabbed Olivia's as well, then left the room just as the professor stepped in. Once outside, she rummaged through Olivia's things until she found her ID card with an address, and she made her way toward the dorms, her jaw throbbing painfully.
When she reached Olivia's door, she knocked sharply, hoping she'd be in. She had a few words of her own to say. When there was no answer, she tried the doorknob, grinning when it was unlocked. She stepped into the room intending to ream her classmate skillfully, but the sight of a shocked Olivia turning away from her to hide tears rendered her speechless and motionless just inside the doorway.
"Get out before I hit you even harder," Olivia snarled, still facing away from Alex, and even with her back to the blonde it was obvious she was swiping away tears.
"You left your backpack," Alex said in a ghost of a whisper, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind her. She thought she was being rather brave, considering the threat.
"And you came all the way across campus just to give it back to me," Olivia said sarcastically.
"No, actually, I came all the way across campus to... I was going to give you a piece of my mind, but I... Look, I wasn't trying to insult your mother, I swear."
"Oh really? Then what the fuck *were* you doing?" Liv asked bitterly, still facing away from Alexandra.
"I was just curious," Alex answered quietly. Well that was lame. The great Alexandra Cabot couldn't think of a better response than that?
"Why?" Olivia asked loudly, spinning around and advancing on Alex, whom she was guiltily pleased to note shrank away from her approach until she was against the wall of the dorm. Liv got very close to her face, staring hard into her eyes before she eased up and sat on her roommate's empty bed. "Why are you so interested in me all of a sudden? I'm sure you never even noticed me until I turned you down, is it a pride thing? Stalk me until I change my mind about you and start worshipping the ground you walk on?"
"No!" Alex said defensively, though she didn't know what it was. She just knew that wasn't it.
"Then what is it?" Olivia pressed, throwing up her hands in frustration.
"I don't know!" Alex confessed hotly, then wished she hadn't. How in the hell did she get herself into this position? She didn't answer to anyone, yet here she was pressed against a wall answering to a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. And answering poorly, she might add. "But I didn't mean to make you cry."
Liv's eyes snapped wide open and she jumped to her feet, pressing a finger into Alex's chest. "You didn't," she said in a low voice. "No bitch like you could ever make me cry."
Alex was taken aback, more hurt by that than she'd care to admit, and she blinked back tears of her own, managing to keep them at bay. "Why do you think I'm such a bitch? What have I ever done to you?"
"It's not what you do, it's what you say. And the things you and your little friend say to each other in sociology class disgust me. Other people might respect you because you have money, but where I come from you've got to earn respect, and you're a long way from that sweetheart. You're an ice princess... a prejudiced bigot, and that doesn't fly with me. So you can cut the shit, pick up your wounded psyche from under my boots, and get out."
Alex stood staring at her, and after a few seconds found her voice to form a protest. "I am not prejudiced, I don't know where you're getting that. I'm not."
"Oh you're not?" Olivia asked with a mirthless laugh. "Let's ask Felicia Forbes about that, shall we?"
Alex flustered, clearly not having expected that. "She--"
"She what? She fucks girls? Yeah, she does, and you and your little clique made her life a living hell last semester for it, so don't give me that righteous 'I'm not prejudiced' bullshit."
Alex sank down on the bed and put her head in her hands. She actually felt bad about that. She really hadn't meant to let things get so out of hand... "How do you know Felicia Forbes?" she finally asked quietly.
Olivia folded her arms across her chest and smirked. "You're sitting on her bed."
Alex jumped up like she'd been burned, and Olivia gave that same mirthless laugh again, shaking her head.
"Be careful, you're going to catch it," she said darkly, narrowing her eyes. "And don't make me tell you again. Get out. I've hit you once, don't think I won't hit you twice."
Alex tightened her hands into fists and shouted angrily. "You use violence to solve all your problems? Did you learn that from your mother or did she just teach you how to drink yourself stupid afterwards?"
The fire in Olivia's eyes should have alerted Alex to the magnitude of the mistake she'd just made, but before the blonde had time to do anything, she was shoved hard into the wall, crying out in pain, then again as Olivia's fist connected solidly with her cheekbone. She didn't even have time to raise her arms to protect her face, and then she was slammed to the ground with Olivia on top of her, raising her fist to strike again.
Felicia Forbes chose that moment to return from class, and her eyes widened as she caught Olivia's elbow, pulling her off of the blonde. When she saw who Olivia was kicking the shit out of, she almost let her get back to it, but she figured she should find out what was going on first.
Alex was crying, covering her face with her forearms to ward off any more blows. Olivia was seething mad, breathing hard in a rage, trying to get her roommate off of her. Felicia held her tight, trying to talk her down. "Olivia. Olivia! She can't fight back, look at her," she ordered, making Olivia look, which helped to calm the situation.
Liv's entire body was shaking, her pulse pounding with adrenaline, her knuckles covered with Alex's blood which she smeared on her face when she ran her hands through her hair. She took a few deep breaths and sat down on Felicia's bed, her roommate finally releasing her arm.
"What in the hell started this?" Felicia asked, moving to Alex's side now, kneeling down and attempting to remove the blonde's hands from over her face.
Alex was still crying as she tried to explain. "I--was just--"
"She was taking pot shots at my mom," Olivia interjected. "I warned her not to."
"Ah. So you're not just targeting lesbians now, you're targeting single moms as well?" Felicia asked sourly, yanking Alex's arms away so she could survey the damage. A busted lip and a cut below her left eye that was dripping down her face and matting in her hair. "You'll live," she said, satisfied that Liv hadn't broken anything. She stood up and sat beside Olivia on her bed. "What the hell is she even doing in here?" she asked.
"Stalking me," Olivia muttered. "And I think she broke my knuckles with her face."
"All right, that's it," Felicia said, realizing she wasn't going to get the whole story right then. "Both of you, on your feet. Medical office, right now."
"Yeah right," Olivia snorted, looking over her bloody knuckles. "I can wrap them myself."
"You're going even if I have to drag you by your ear," Felicia said stubbornly. She was a match for Olivia in that department. "You know I will, Olivia Benson, now get your ass up and start walking."
--
More than a dozen people stopped to stare in wonder and disbelief at the sight of Felicia Forbes dragging a bloody Olivia Benson and an even bloodier Alexandra Cabot across campus by their ears. You most certainly didn't see that every day... or *ever*.
Once they reached the nurse's office, Felicia explained to the staff what had happened and gave them the preliminary diagnoses for both young ladies. "You guys deserve detention," she scolded them both as she left them in the nurse's care.
"Fuck off," Olivia called after her, then slumped down in her chair, sulking.
"Wait!" Alex called out at the last second, and when Felicia stopped and turned, she pleaded with her eyes for the med student to come back over.
Felicia sighed, having no doubt that she wouldn't want to hear whatever Alexandra had to say, but she walked back over and sat down in the chair to her left, as Olivia occupied the one to her right. She didn't say anything, just waited for Alex to speak.
Alex gathered her nerve and stared at the floor as she spoke in barely above a whisper. "I-- I'm sorry for what my friends and I did to you, I never meant to take things that far."
"Alex, you can't even look at me," Felicia said, her tone resigned. "And the petition wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me was that you judged me for something you know nothing about, and chose to persecute me because of who I share my bed with, which is none of your business, frankly. You don't even know me, how can you hate me? What you did wasn't the problem, Alex, it was *why* you did it. Are you really that insecure? You have to knock down others to make yourself feel good?"
"It didn't make me feel good," Alex forced out. "You don't understand what it's like."
"Well enlighten me. Mommy and Daddy won't pay for your Mercedes if you mind your own business? You have to seek out people who are different from you and torment them to get your tuition paid and your MAC cosmetics?"
"I am not that shallow!" Alex protested desperately.
"Yes you are," Felicia said, standing up and shaking her head sadly at Alex. "Just look at you." And with that she walked away, knowing that Alex wouldn't try to call her back again.
Alex was going to try to talk to Olivia next, but she was called into the back and had to sit while the nurse examined her face, neck and head. No concussion, that was good, but she had a nasty cut below her left eye that took a while to stop bleeding. Her blouse was ruined, which had cost over a hundred dollars, thank you, and a few droplets of blood had landed on her Armani slacks. Her mother would have a fit when she came by to pick up the laundry.
Ten minutes later, she had a butterfly bandage on her lip and instructions to get it stitched if it broke open again, and a gauze square taped over her other cut, which had finally stopped bleeding.
"You look better that way," Olivia said when she emerged into the small waiting room. "You look human."
Alex wanted to tell her to fuck off, but she didn't talk like that, and she knew she'd be the same way if someone had said to her what she'd said to Olivia. "I'm sorry for what I said about your mother. I didn't mean it, I was just angry."
"Yeah, well, I'm not sorry I kicked your ass, so don't waste your breath," Olivia replied, walking past Alex and disappearing into the exam room.
Alex didn't know what it was, but for some reason she was even more determined to get to know Olivia. Maybe it was because nobody else was real with her, maybe it was because deep down she was tired of being treated like a princess, but whatever it was, Alex was going to make Olivia Benson her friend.
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