Partners In Our Own Crime| BEING EDITED

1.Past To Present

Flashback
"Liv, will you please just talk to me," Spencer pressed, his feet striding quickly behind her.

"There's nothing to talk about Spencer," her voice was small, and hard, as she stilled refuses to turn her eyes to him.

As they came to a stop in front of her car, he grabbed her arm, his grip tight. She struggled to get loose, but it was no use, his strong arm held her too tight. She closed her eyes, and huffed.

"Olivia, talk to me," his voice had stern tone, as he spoke lowly.

"Spencer...please let go."

"No...not until you look at me," she took in a breath, finally meeting his eyes.

"Now speak."

"I have to go, Spencer."

"Not until we talk this out."

"I'm sorry..." As he said the words, her struggle to get her arm out of his grip still hadn't worked, as the tears ran down her face.

"Me too..."

"If it means anything now...I just want you to know..." her eyes were on the ground now.

"I will always love you. And I don't regret anything we did in Vegas that night." Her soft gaze met his again, "but you're getting ready to be a husband now, and you have to go take care of that responsibility."

She took his hands in hers, his eyes filled with sorrow, and somewhat pity, but not former, but for himself.

And with that, she pulled away. It hurt. Seeing her walk away. But was there anything he could do about it now? He made his bed, and now he needed to lie in it. The rushing pain slipped through, his eyes set on her car driving further and further away.

Theres nothing I can do about it.

Three years later

Slamming her hand on top of the blaring alarm clock, Olivia groaned, her eyes heavy from sleep as they opened.

"God...I need an off day." She grabbed her phone clicking on her go to playlist: morning music.

Miss You Much by Janet Jackson had been the first song to play, her hips moving when it did, her half lidded eyes set on the mirror as she brushed her teeth.

Shot
Like an arrow through my heart
That's the pain I feel
I feel whenever we're apart
Not to say that I'm in love with you
But who's to say that I'm not
I just know that it feels wrong
When I'm away too long
It makes my body hot
So let me tell ya baby.

Her wet curls dripped of water as she rummaged through the line of clothes in her closet. As she picked out her white dress shirt and black long and tight fitted skirt, she rushed into her bedroom to get changed.

The hot coffee mug sat on her counter, as she sorted through mail., humming along to the next song. That went on for at least five minutes before she heard her phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Olivia, where the hell are you? You're really trying to piss off our boss, again." An eye roll came, and Sasha continued her scolding. It seemed as though this was a pattern. Because ever since the internship had started, Olivia had made it a thing to be late.

"Sasha, calm down. It's not like we have anything  important set for today," she started to sip her coffee.

"Ohh.. so, a writers contest that your boss assigned that is also due In about another month, isn't important?" She nearly choked as she placed the cup down.