"Good morning class, I'm Mr. Grant and will be your personal Civics torture teacher for the next 12 weeks. Don't put up a fuss. Everyone must take this class," Fitz announced to his high school Civics class. "Get out your books and we'll start the party after I take attendance. Abby?"
"Olivia?" Silence. "Olivia? Is Olivia here?"
"No, Sir. She isn't," Abby said.
"Alright." Fitz continued the attendance list until the end. "Alright. Your homework for tonight is to read the first three chapters. We will discuss them tomorrow and you may have a pop quiz about it. I'm not for sure yet. Start now and when the bell rings, class is dismissed."
Olivia wasn't intentionally skipping her Civics class; she spent her time with Mr. Beene, the school principal.
"Liv, I don't care what you say, the man is guilty! He stabbed her to death and left the knife behind, he did it," Cyrus argued against a current trial in the city.
"There's no evidence. The knife had his finger prints on it because he lived with her. The other guy had the blood on his hands, literally. She was seeing him on the side. He got pissed because she wouldn't leave her husband and he killed her. There's no way the husband did it," Olivia protested. "The husband had no blood on him at all. How do you explain that if he killed her?"
"Obviously, the man changed."
"Alright, Cy. There's not a chance of that, he was on camera the entire time and he has an alibi for the time of the murder. I win. Case dismissed without prejudice."
"Alright Ms. Pope, smart ass. You're really late for your Civics class. Get going. I'll see you in debate tonight."
"You're just mad because I won," Olivia said as she picked up her bag and threw away her trash from lunch. "I'll see you tonight and I'll kick your ass then too."
Cyrus laughed and handed her a note to excuse her tardiness.
"Don't forget to ready the first three chapters, class." Olivia walked into Fitz's classroom and gave him the note from Cyrus.
"Sorry I'm late, what's the homework?" Olivia asked.
"Depends on which class you are in."
"Read the first three chapters of the book and there may be a pop quiz tomorrow."
Fitz stared at Olivia wondering who she was. "You mean you are going to ready it done. Not finished done."
"No, I mean I've already read it done."
"And you could pass the test tomorrow?"
"I could pass it now."
"You don't even have the book yet."
Olivia smirked. "Actually, I do. I've already read every chapter, done the notes, and the tests. Essays are done too. Simple as clapping. I'll see you in class, Mr. Grant."
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"That would be for me to know and you to find out," she laughed as she walked out.
Olivia finished her classes and went to the pool for her daily swim. When she finished her swim, she went and did the math quiz in the library, then headed to debate.
She walked into the auditorium where all the debates were held and snuck up behind Fitz and Cyrus, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"She just came in and handed me a note. She has a shitty attitude already and it's only the first day. It's going to be a rough term with her, I can tell already," Fitz told him.
"But it might just be first day jitters or something like that. Maybe a fight with the boyfriend? I'm sure that she's a nice girl," Cyrus responded.
"Let's not forget sweet, caring, talented, brilliant, amazing…" she interjected.
"Annoyingly brilliant, top of the politics, lovely, mouthy, snotty attitude giving, perfectionist, hard worker," Cyrus added when he heard her voice.
"Kick ass debater, always right, gut trusting, lie detector telling,"
"Smart ass, pain in the ass, negotiating, smart ass, pistol…"
"But above all, brilliant."
Fitz turned and watched the two of them go on still not know who Olivia was.
"I'd say above all a pain in the ass but that would depend on who you speak to," Cyrus said as she came in front of him. "This Mr. Grant, is the amazing Olivia Pope."
"We've met, Cy," Olivia told him.
"But you never did tell me your name."
"My name is a nonfactor."
Cyrus gave her a simple look and she nodded. "I wasn't sure you were going to come tonight. You are late, by ten minutes."
"No one is here, how can I be late?"
"The smart ass side of you made everyone quit the debate team. I've warned you Liv, that was going to happen. You made the last three cry. One of them was a teacher!"
"Obviously not a good one if she can't take the cold truth. You know I don't tolerate lying Cy."
Fitz stepped into the conversation with them. "I'm a bit confused; will one of you tell me what is going on here?"
Cyrus told Olivia to get ready while they spoke. "You've heard of Olivia Pope around the school right?" Fitz nodded and let him go on. "That is her. She's very talented and a very busy girl for a junior. I've known her for 4 years and I swear I don't think she ever sleeps. She has a part time job as a waitress at the diner down the road, goes here full time, has 4 college classes, and is President of the debate team, Captain on the swim team, chess club, and government."
"Not the chess club, I had to drop it," Olivia yelled back at him. "I made the advisor cry."
"He was weak anyway. She's very brilliant. And tonight, you are taking her on in a debate."
"ME? Why ME?"
"Because you haven't seen what she can do. Be prepared to pick yourself off the ground."
"Fine, let the battle begin."