Prompt 05. Right-Wing Bitch/Hottie Lesbian 2/3
"Oh my God!" Angelica squealed, reaching out to touch Alex's face, but Alex deftly pulled away.
"Don't touch!" she said quickly, holding up her hands. "It hurts."
"Did she hit you again?" Angelica asked, her eyes still wide, unable to do anything but stare at Alex's bandages.
"I provoked her," Alex replied. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Are you pressing charges?" her friend pressed.
"I said I don't want to talk about it!" Alex snapped. At the affronted look on Angelica's face, she slumped her shoulders dejectedly. "I'm sorry," she apologized, shaking her head. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I just really want to forget it ever happened, all right?"
"What's wrong with you?" Angelica asked, straightening up taller and regarding Alex as if the blonde was suddenly beneath her. "The Alex I know would have nailed her ass to the wall by now. Why didn't you call your lawyer?"
"I told you, I provoked her," Alex said through gritted teeth, losing patience by the second.
"So what?" Angelica asked, giving Alex a strange look. "Since when has that ever mattered before?"
"Just leave me alone!" Alex shouted, spinning on her heels and walking brusquely away.
Angelica's jaw dropped and she stared after Alex until she gathered her wits and stormed off to class.
Alex didn't know where she planned on going, but she found herself outside Olivia's door a few minutes later. Oh, now there was a brilliant idea. Hey, you kicked my ass yesterday, would you like to have tea? She groaned at herself and turned to leave when the door opened behind her. She jumped in surprise and spun back around, coming face to face with Felicia Forbes.
"Wow," Felicia said, raising an eyebrow. "You really are stalking Benson."
"No I'm not," Alex said quickly.
"Well either way she's not here," Felicia said, closing the door and locking it behind her.
"Oh," Alex said, nodding her head as she shoved her hands in her pockets and turned again to leave.
"What do you want with her, anyway?" Felicia just had to ask. The urge was too tempting. What in the hell was Alexandra Cabot doing chasing her roommate? Especially after yesterday.
"Nothing," Alex said with a shrug. "I didn't mean to bother you." She stared at the ground as she started to walk away, and blinked when Felicia spoke again.
"She's in the gym. Kickboxing practice."
Alex stopped, wondering why Felicia was giving her the information... and even more so wondering what she would do with it. "I guess that's where she got her right hook," she said, absently rubbing her cheek just below the bandage.
Felicia actually laughed. "Who knew? You can make a joke at your own expense. I'm impressed."
And before Alex could respond, Felicia met up with her girlfriend and started talking as they walked away. So now she had a choice to make. Go to class or go to the gym and try to catch Olivia after practice? She had class with Angelica now, and she really didn't want to see her, so she ended up standing outside the door to the gym, trying to get the nerve to go inside, and wondering why she needed nerve to do so.
"Oh to hell with this," she muttered to herself, pushing open the door and stepping inside. There weren't that many people there, just the kickboxing class or team or whatever it was called, and a group of ridiculous cheerleaders practicing their pyramids in one corner. Olivia was easy to spot... in a pair of nylon running shorts and a sweat-soaked tank top, her hair pulled back into a ponytail as she whaled on a punching bag. Alex watched in fascination, unaware that she was blatantly staring until Olivia grunted in annoyance and turned her way.
"What?" Liv asked, about at the end of her rope with the blonde. She had never been pursued so hard by anyone, let alone a conservative straight girl. "I'm busy. So unless you want to sub for the punching bag, get lost."
"I've already done that," Alex said, surprised she could find words so fast, and get them out past her suddenly dry throat. "I just wanted to..." she trailed off, playing with the buckle of her belt.
"To what?" Liv asked, still breathing hard, wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm as she shrugged off her gloves and walked over to Alex, leaning one arm against the bleachers. "To ruin my reputation? Do you know how bad it looks for me to have a straight girl following me around when I'm not getting any action from her?"
Alex's jaw dropped, for so many reasons it was hard to pick which to address first. The comment stung, and the irony of it confused her. "Excuse me?" she finally asked. "You look bad having a straight girl around?" Okay, what the fuck. First of all, Olivia was insulting her sexual preference. Second of all, Olivia was gay? And third of all... what???
"Was I speaking another language?" Olivia asked, arching an eyebrow.
Alex frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "How dare you accuse me of following you."
Olivia laughed, a genuine laugh this time, and gestured around the gym. "You're here, aren't you?"
"I could be visiting a friend," Alex said defensively.
That made Olivia laugh harder. "Alex. Every single person in here?" she nodded toward the center of the gym. "Is a dyke. Which one is your friend?"
Alex bristled, really looking over the occupants of the gym now, and her nose wrinkled in defeat. "None of them," she admitted with a sigh.
"So what in the fuck do you want? I'm getting tired of having to ask."
"I don't know what I want," Alex said softly. "Coffee, maybe?"
Olivia nearly choked, pounding her chest with her fist as she pushed away from the bleachers and stared at Alex in disbelief. "What?"
"I-- coffee?" Alex repeated with a blush.
"You're asking me out?" Olivia asked, wondering if things could turn any more upside down than that.
"No!" Alex said quickly, her eyes darting around to see if anyone had heard that.
Liv smirked, saying nothing, just looking at Alex and waiting.
"It was just, you know, a friendly offer," she insisted in a quiet voice.
Olivia leaned in closer, her breath brushing across Alex's ear as she whispered, "I've got plenty of friends, princess."
Alex shivered, wrapping her arms around herself and trying not to look at Olivia's perfectly smooth legs. "I don't," she said before she could stop herself. Well shit. Now that she'd spilled that, she might as well go for broke. "You're the only person that doesn't treat me like a fragile statue."
"Ahh, so you like the rough stuff," Olivia said with a wink, trying to brush off Alex's much deeper confession.
"No, that's not what I--"
"Relax, princess. I'm joking." Olivia looked at her intently, trying to decide what to do. She really didn't want to get wrapped up with Conservatism's poster child, but said poster child was looking at her so helplessly adorable-like... "You really want to have coffee with me?"
Alex nodded. "You're interesting."
"I wiped the floor with your face," Olivia countered.
"Well maybe I deserved it," Alex said, blushing hotly at the reminder.
"I'll be damned," Olivia said, appraising Alex before nodding. "Have a seat. I'll get showered and changed."
--
Olivia paid for the coffees, despite Alex's resistance, and they sat at a corner table by the window. "Aren't you afraid someone will see you here with me?" she asked, still not ready to let Alex off the hook.
Alex's smile faded instantly and she fought the urge to tear up. She was trying *so* hard and Olivia just wouldn't cut her a break. "You really think I'm that horrible?" she asked, for the first time dreading an affirmative answer. She'd never cared before.
Olivia watched Alex carefully, mulling over how to phrase her answer. "You haven't given me a reason to think otherwise," she said slowly.
"You're... out, right? That's what it's called?" Alex asked determinedly.
"Yes, and yes. Why?" Liv asked, wondering where Alex was going with that.
Alexandra stood up and clinked her knife against her mug a few times. "Excuse me, can I please have everyone's attention?" she said loudly. "I'm having coffee with a lesbian." And she sat back down. "Good enough?" she asked Liv.
Olivia stared at her in shock for a good five seconds and then burst out laughing. She grinned widely when Alex blushed. "You know... you're a tiny bit more interesting than I thought you'd be," she said after several moments of comfortable silence. She couldn't read Alex's expression in response to that, so she just moved on to a more pressing question. "Why did you fuck with Felicia last semester?"
Alex's eyes went downcast and she stirred her coffee unnecessarily as she answered. "Well, Angelica--"
"And don't blame it on your friends, you obviously have a mind of your own," Olivia interrupted.
"Let me finish," Alex pleaded, and when she received a nod, she continued. "Angelica's sister got kicked out of her house, and disowned by her family."
"So her sister's gay, so what? Why target Felicia?"
"She's not gay and I said let me finish!" Alex scolded. "Angelica and her parents came home from a dinner party early, because Mr. Hartman didn't feel well, and they found Jasmine in bed with Felicia."
"Shit," Olivia said, sipping her coffee. "Tough break."
"It ruined her life," Alex snapped. "Felicia seduced her, and that one indiscretion got her sent away from her family!"
"Oh, *please*!" Olivia retorted. "Are you saying that Jasmine had nothing to do with it?"
"Of course she didn't, she isn't a lesbian. Felicia just charmed her into bed that one time."
"Are you kidding? You're either incredibly stupid or just in denial. You mean to tell me that if I turned on the charm right now, you'd be helpless to resist me and follow me into bed?"
"No!" Alex insisted. "Lower your voice."
"Well then there goes your theory," Olivia said with a snort. "Everyone is responsible for their own actions, and as you just agreed to, no one can be charmed into bed with someone they don't want to sleep with. And, even if it were possible, and it were true, that still doesn't give you the right to persecute someone you don't even know. Why would I think you're not horrible?"
"Because I'm not!" Alex said indignantly, her temper flaring. "I'm having coffee with you, aren't I? Doesn't that prove anything?"
"Don't do me any favors!" Olivia spat, standing up so forcefully that she knocked her chair over backwards.
Alex's eyes widened. "I didn't mean it like that! That came out wrong!"
"You have two seconds to make me believe you or I'm walking."
Alex panicked, then grinned when it came to her. "I'm ruining my reputation following around a gay girl that people could think is getting action from me..."
Olivia stopped, stared, ran her hands over her face and groaned. Her own words turned against her. She sat back down. "You're a piece of work."
"Like you said, I've had everything handed to me on a silver platter. I'm used to getting my way. But you actually make me think."
"So, you're ruining your reputation as the perfect right-wing conservative mommy and daddy's girl because I make you think? We have nothing in common, Alex. Nothing."
"I... like kickboxing!" Alex said earnestly. "And... we go to the same college."
"Circumstantial!" Olivia shot back with a grin. "And you don't like kickboxing."
"How do *you* know?" Alex peered at her.
Olivia took a swallow of her drink before plastering a goofy grin on her face. "Because you weren't watching my moves, you were staring at my clothes."
"I was not," Alex said, rolling her eyes.
"You really like to deny things, don't you?" Olivia asked, leaning back in her chair and propping her feet up on an empty one next to Alex.
Alex ignored the question and asked one of her own. "But anyway, how do you know we have nothing in common? Maybe we do. Do you like movies?"
"Could you be a little more vague?"
Alex scowled. "Fine. What *kind* of movies do you like? Let me guess. Action."
"Romance," Olivia said, smirking and raising an eyebrow. "Sweet, sappy chick flicks."
"Yeah, right!" Alex said, laughing.
"I do. They get me every time," Liv insisted, putting a hand over her heart and giving a wistful expression.
"Well I like romances too," the blonde finally agreed.
"You like action flicks." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"Don't tell anyone," Alex whispered, putting a finger to her lips in the classic 'shh' gesture. "Do you want to go see a movie?"
"Shouldn't you be in class or something?"
"I don't want to go today."
"Shit. Just keep telling yourself this isn't a date, princess."
"It isn't." Why was she starting to really like it when Olivia called her princess?
Liv gave Alex a knowing smirk. "If you say so. C'mon then..."
Alex scrunched her face up as she gathered her backpack and stood. "Who's driving?"
"You are. You asked *me* out, remember?"
"I didn't ask-- gahh!" Alex groaned, throwing up her hands. "Fine, I'll drive."
Olivia snickered and followed along behind Alex to the student parking lot. Hey, they hadn't argued in over five minutes. "I don't see any limos... where's your car?"
"Oh that's hysterical," Alex drolled, hitting the button to turn off her alarm, and it beeped, revealing the jet-black Porsche convertible as her ride.
"I call 'em like I see 'em," Olivia said with a shrug, and couldn't believe she was about to get into a Porsche. "As if this is any less grandiose. If you were a guy I'd think you were compensating for something."
"I didn't pick it out, my parents gave it to me," Alex said defensively, climbing into the driver's seat and unlocking Olivia's door.
"That's even worse!" Olivia exclaimed, getting in beside her and buckling her seatbelt.
"I didn't ask for a Porsche."
"No, I'm sure you asked for a Lamborghini but your parents couldn't afford it."
Alex smirked despite herself and started the car. "What do you want to see?" she asked as they headed for the downtown theater.
Olivia cackled, and looked out the window.
"Withdrawn. Let me rephrase. What *movie* do you want to see?"
"I don't know what's playing."
"There are several independent films at the smaller theater on the west side, they all look incredible," Alex offered.
Liv shrugged. "Sure, why not? You pick." She was actually starting to have fun. Alex could be great company when she didn't have her head up her ass. Olivia was actually quite surprised that the blonde was still interested in knowing her after finding out she was gay, and had even tolerated several jokes that this was a date. Maybe there was hope for Alex after all, and she wasn't doomed to the boring life of a debutante.
"There's one about a princess that falls in love with a commoner, but her family doesn't approve and they make it impossible for them to see each other. I think it's considered a tragedy and not a romance, but will that do?"
Olivia hated sad shit, but the sparkling brilliance in Alex's eyes when she talked about it made her nod in agreement. "Sounds good."
--
Near the end of the movie, Olivia could hear Alex sniffling, and when the two lovers in the movie were executed, she heard Alex burst into tears. Oh for fuck's sake, it was just a movie, and the actors had no chemistry so it was hardly a believable story. She was prepared to laugh at her new 'friend' when she felt Alex push up the armrest between them and turn to lean into her, the blonde burying her face in Liv's jacket. Well what the fuck? "Uh," she began awkwardly, having no idea what to do in this situation. "Are you okay?" Oh, brilliant, Olivia. Yeah, she's just fine, crying into your jacket. She wanted to make a joke about Alex actually touching a lesbian, but she'd wait until later for that.
Alex hid her face, quite embarrassed at her reaction to the movie, which had been less than engaging, but it hit home for her in a strange way. Olivia was going to think she was an idiot and want nothing to do with her after this. But then she felt a hand tentatively patting the back of her head and she realized that Olivia was flying blind here. It felt so good to be comforted, even in such an awkward way, and she loosely put her arms around her friend, keeping her face hidden though she had mostly stopped crying.
Now Olivia was starting to get uncomfortable. She hadn't banked on an attraction to Alex, even though the blonde was absolutely gorgeous, but with their close proximity and a hand draped across her waist, not to mention the burrowed head against her side, she was starting to feel a little flare in her belly and she squirmed in her seat to try and alleviate the tension. And anyone who's ever done that will know how completely useless and ineffective it is.
They sat there like that for what seemed like hours, but really was about two minutes, before Alex slowly pulled back and wiped her eyes with a sniffle. "Can you just make fun of me now so I can stop anticipating it?" she asked, biting her lip and looking at Olivia.
Olivia laughed, shaking her head. "Well it's no fun if you ask for it! I guess you're off the hook."
Alex beamed and laughed a bit herself. "Fair enough... are you hungry?"
"You want to spend all day with me or something?" Olivia asked, though she wasn't poking at Alex this time. She was really starting to be curious. And the annoying little pulse inside her stomach wouldn't settle down.
Alex had the same little pulse, though she wasn't as acutely aware of its existence, or its meaning, as Olivia was. She just knew she was having a good time and she didn't want it to end. "Oh, well if you're busy I under--"
"I'm not busy," Olivia cut in. "Just... surprised. And confused. And yes, hungry."
Alex smiled, the mounting tension easing with Olivia's response. She really couldn't think of anyone she'd rather spend the day with. Certainly not Angelica.
It was halfway between lunch and dinner, but they managed to find a good Italian restaurant that was serving both. Olivia was quite surprised when Alex got away with ordering a bottle of wine.
"How'd you manage that?" she asked, tiltiing her head to the side and regarding Alex intently. "He didn't even ask for ID."
Alex swirled the dark burgundy liquid around in her glass before taking a sip. "I'm a Cabot. My parents own everyone's souls," she said in an eerie voice. "Care for a glass?"
"Oh no. I'll need my wits if I'm going to survive dinner with you," Olivia declined.
Alex smiled, and Olivia thought that it brightened her whole face. She really was astoundingly beautiful, and if she behaved all the time like she'd been behaving this afternoon, she'd be an amazing catch. But Liv wasn't going to try and fool herself. One perfect day did not mean Alex wouldn't go back to being the Queen Bitch tomorrow.
"So, uh, what are you studying toward?" Alex changed the subject as the waiter brought their food.
Olivia lightly salted her pasta and began to cut it up as she answered. "I want to be a cop. Detective, actually. What about you?"
"We have more in common than you think," Alex replied. "I want to be a lawyer. Specifically, a District Attorney."
"Ah, so you can lock up society's deviants?" Olivia asked.
Alex paused with a forkful halfway to her mouth and pinned Olivia with a very lawyerly stare. "If by deviants you mean criminals, then yes," she answered pointedly.
"What else would I have meant?" Smirk.
Alex put her fork back on her plate, stood up, placed her hands on the table in front of Olivia and leaned in close. Her gaze was unwavering. "I ask the questions, you answer," she said coolly, and she was thrilled at the look on Olivia's face. It was something between "AAAAAHHHHH!" and "yes, you've chosen the right career path".
As a very smug Alex sat back down, Olivia took a long swallow of her water, hoping it would fan the flames suddenly running rampant throughout her body. "Look," she said, leveling her gaze at Alex after a moment. "I know you don't want any more than friendship from me, and I'm not really looking for anything else either, but if you ever do that again I'm going to kiss you," she said bluntly.
Alex choked on a bite of chicken, managing to force it down, and then chased it with the rest of her glass of wine, turning bright red. There was absolutely nothing she could say to that. So she just sat and blushed, for like the fifth time that day. Ugh. What was happening to her? If her mother were here, she'd be so outraged at Alex's behavior she'd probably haul her out of college and put her in an institution. Having dinner with a Benson would be bad enough in her mother's eyes, but the fact that Olivia was gay, and threatening to kiss her daughter would have sent Mrs. Cabot off the deep end. And yet Alexandra was just sitting there like a shy little kid with a crush.
Well, Alex was still at the table, which meant she didn't have to take a cab back to campus, but the blonde had apparently disappeared into la-la land, to which Olivia didn't have the address. "Hello? Should we go back to campus?" she asked, hoping to lure Alex back to reality.
Alex blinked and snapped out of it, shaking her head. "No..." She felt like doing something completely out of character. "Let's go to a club."
Olivia's brows hit the roof. "You want to go dancing. Do you even own clothes that won't get your ass kicked walking into a dance club?"
"Uh... no," Alex replied honestly.
"Well then it looks like I'll be playing dress-up. You're taller than me, but I don't plan on dressing you up in pants, so it won't matter." She signalled the waiter for the check, which Alex snatched up and refused to even let Olivia see. "Hey!"
"You paid for coffee," Alex reminded her, and quickly handed her credit card to the waiter.
"Both coffees weren't half as much as my pasta," Liv protested, but the waiter was already gone with Alex's card, so she sighed and gave up.
--
"Okay, try this on, and this, and this," Olivia said, yanking stuff out of her closet and throwing it at Alex, who struggled to catch the flying clothes.
"Uhhh, okay... where's the bathroom?" Alex asked, looking around.
Olivia laughed and nodded her head toward the door. "Down the hall. Don't worry, I won't look. Just tell me when you've got an outfit on."
Alexandra had never taken her clothes off in a room with someone in it, and she hesitated, but seeing as how Olivia wasn't looking at her, she couldn't comment on the hesitation and offer to leave the room, so Alex stood behind Olivia's bed in the corner and started to undress. As she was pulling a sequined top over her head, she froze and blinked. Olivia was standing in her underwear with her back to Alex, pulling on a pair of sexy thigh-highs. The blonde's breath caught, and she couldn't help letting her eyes wander the smooth planes of her friend's back, admiring the way her muscles flexed with each movement of her arms.
Alex forced her eyes away when she noticed herself staring, and she hurriedly pulled on one of the skirts Olivia had thrown at her. Just as she got it up over her hips, the door burst open and Felicia came in, wrapped around her girlfriend in a frenzied make-out session. One of them kicked the door closed, and they fumbled their way to Felicia's bed, falling onto it without breaking contact. Alex gasped, and the lovers both snapped their heads up to look at her.
"If you don't like it, get the hell out," Felicia said curtly.
"Nono, I-I-I-I-I-it's fine," Alex stammered, her eyes glued to the scene.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Felicia's girlfriend asked, glaring at Alex as if she had two heads.
Wow. Suddenly Alex knew what it felt like to be the minority, and it didn't feel good. Olivia came to her rescue, thankfully, and she smiled in gratitude.
"She's my friend, Nat. We're going out to the clubs."
Felicia laughed, then realized Olivia was serious when she bothered to notice what Alex was wearing. "Hmm." She looked the blonde up and down. "You look hot."
Alex's mouth opened and closed several times but no words came out. And she blushed yet again. How embarrassing.
"What she means to say is 'thank you'," Olivia stepped in on Alex's behalf.
Alex nodded, feeling very self conscious in her state of near nakedness. Or at least she felt nearly naked in a short skirt and sequined tank top as opposed to her standard slacks and blouses.
"What happened to your head?" Natalia asked, indicating Alex's bandage.
"She insulted my mother," Olivia explained, to which Natalia cringed.
"I said I was sorry!" Alex gasped, scandalized that it was still being brought up.
"So Olivia kicks the crap out of you, and now you're dating?" Natalia asked, finding that incredibly amusing.
"Hey," Olivia said, pointing a finger in warning at Natalia, for some reason afraid that Alex would bolt. Oh great, now she cared if Alex left.
"Jealous?" Alex asked, folding her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow at Felicia's girl.
Olivia's eyes sprang open wide and she turned in slow motion to face Alex, a look of 'are you fucking kidding me?' written all over her face. Felicia erupted into a coughing fit, and Natalia just stared Alex down. "Of who?"
"Of whom," Alex corrected her, which earned her a light smack upside the back of her head from Olivia. "Ow," she complained, reaching up to rub it.
"We're not dating," Olivia told Nat, then went back to the closet to finish getting dressed. Luckily the few minutes it took for her to accomplish that went by without incident. Felicia and Natalia resumed kissing on the bed, and Alex resumed staring at them. Liv snickered to herself and debated sneaking up behind Alex and scaring the shit out of her, but instead she grabbed a pair of boots and held them out, clearing her throat to catch the blonde's attention.
Alex jumped and took the boots, looking like a kid caught stealing candy. "I was just--"
Liv winked and interrupted her. "I know what you were just. Put those on and let's get out of here."
Alex pulled on the boots and grabbed her purse, following Olivia out the door. Only then did she notice what Olivia was wearing. "Wow. You look..."
Olivia stopped and turned, waiting. "What?"
"Girly," Alex finished.
"I'm not sure whether that's a compliment," Liv said with a half-grin.
"It is," Alex assured her. "I just couldn't think of anything else to say."
"With your vocabulary?" Liv taunted her, starting to back slowly down the hallway, keeping her eyes on Alex.
Alex walked carefully, not used to clunky platform boots, even if they were only like an inch high in the front and two in the back. "My vocabulary training does not extend to descriptive words for women in sexy dresses," she drawled, defending her honor. "You're lucky I even came up with girly."
"Well you came up with sexy just fine there," Liv pointed out, having to turn around now because she knew they were almost at the stairs. So unfortunately she missed the surprised look on Alex's face.
Did she say sexy? Uhhh... Well, not that it wasn't true, but... "You-- you're twisting my words," she offered lamely, knowing it was a weak argument. She was studying to be a prosecutor, not a defense attorney, after all.
Olivia laughed. "Don't make me kick your ass."
Alex growled as she caught up to the brunette and started down the stairs beside her. "Keep bringing that up and see where it gets you."
"I don't have a destination in mind. Anywhere I end up is fine with me," Liv said, grinning like a cat.
Alex stopped short when she saw the familiar figure of Angelica coming up the stairs. What the hell would she be doing in this dorm? Her boyfriend lived off campus, and Alex couldn't think of anyone they knew, besides Olivia of course, that lived here.
"Alex?" Angelica asked, stopping as well and narrowing her eyes at the two of them.
"What?" Alex asked in a snippy tone, which immediately put Angelica on the defensive.
"You're going somewhere with *her*? After she did that to your face? What are you, a masochistic or something?"
"Okay first of all, the word you're looking for is 'masochist', I thought we passed sixth grade grammar, and secondly, no I'm not, and third, yes, we're going dancing. What are you doing way over here?"
Olivia remained silent, wondering how this was going to play out. So far Alex wasn't backing down, and she had to admit she was a little shocked to hear the blonde talking to her supposed best friend like that. Something must have happened between them.
Angelica scoffed, giving Olivia a dirty look, then addressing Alex. "I'm here to work on my soc project with Daniel Payton, since you apparently aren't interested in showing up for class two days in a row."
"I showed up yesterday, I just left early," Alex said with a smirk. "Have fun."
And before Olivia knew it, Alex had her by the arm and was dragging her the rest of the way down the stairs and toward the parking lot. "What the hell was that?" she asked. "Since when am I higher on your to-do list than Angelica Jones?"
"You are not on my to-do list," Alex said, sticking out her tongue. "And neither is she. I'm just..."
"Bored with her?" Olivia guessed.
Alex blinked, thought about it, and slumped her shoulders as she assented. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"So what does that make me, your rebellious adventure? Today we travel the earth having a whole lot of fun and tomorrow you go back to your spoon-fed existence, saying you're glad you had the ride but it's just not your thing?"
Alex's jaw dropped, and she regarded Olivia intensely for a long time before speaking. "Where is that coming from? Did I do something...?"
"No," Olivia said, running a hand frustratedly through her hair. "No, you didn't. Except giving me a heart attack when you asked Natalia if she was jealous."
Alex giggled nervously and unlocked her car, starting to get into the driver's seat when Olivia stopped her.
"Let me drive," she said, holding out her hand for the keys.
"Do you have a license?" Alex asked immediately. It was just a reaction.
"Not a real one, just the kind you get in crackerjack boxes," Olivia said dryly. "Keys, please, Miss Cabot. I'm going to show you a good time tonight, and that includes driving so you can drink if you want to."
Alex kicked herself for the stupid question and handed over the keys, going around to get in the passenger's side. She tried to pull her skirt down as she sat, but it was no use, and she ended up with a hell of a lot of exposed leg. Thighs, even. Yeah, it was that short. Why hadn't she tried on the second skirt, again? Oh yeah. The staring at the kissing.
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