Meredith Grey, an 18 year old female with dusty blonde hair, studied the sheet of paper she held in her hands. It was Monday morning, approximately 7:30a.m and the sun was already shining on her gentle face. Around her, students were making their way around campus, some with coffee in their hands looking calm and relaxed and others – just like Meredith - were staring at a sheet of paper looking lost. The paper that Meredith held told her that at 8:00a.m, she was to report to building number 63 where she would have her first class – a tutorial for ANAT1500: Introductory Anatomy.

"Where the hell is building 63?" She cursed under her breath, scanning the campus. Not too far away, Meredith's eyes fell upon a sign that read: Building number 2, Janet Shepherd Building. Standing next to that sign was a tall, unmistakably beautiful girl who looked just as lost as Meredith did. As Meredith stared, the girl looked up and their eyes met. Before Meredith could avert her gaze, the girl flashed a warm smile and began to walk towards her.

"Hey!" The girl said cheerily once she was a bit closer, "First day?"

Meredith nodded and gently shook her paper in response, "Is it that obvious?"

The girl laughed and fiddled around in her pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. As she unfolded it, Meredith noted that ANAT1500 was also her first class.

"I'm Isobel," The girl stuck out her hand and flashed another cheery smile, "It's my first day too."

"I'm Meredith."

The girls stood in silence for a moment once they had finished shaking hands. Meredith wasn't the best at small talk and that never bothered her – it wasn't something she was particularly interested in anyway. Izzie awkwardly shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she scanned her surroundings. Meredith could tell she was searching for her first class too.

"Where's your first class?" Meredith asked, gently folding up her sheet of paper and placing it into her pocket. Staring at the building number wasn't going to magically teleport her there – she had no use for the paper now until her next class.

"Building 63," Izzie responded, not even looking at her paper. She followed Meredith's lead and placed hers back into her pocket, "The Richard Webber building?"

"Yeah, me too," Meredith replied, "I'm in room 231."

Izzie beamed in response and spoke far too eagerly causing Meredith to shudder, "No way! Me too!"

"No way…" Meredith breathed in response, not quite as eager.

Without exchanging too many more words or excited exclamations, Izzie pulled out her phone and opened a navigation app. It was one specialised for their campus with directions and maps of all the buildings. Meredith watched on as Izzie scrolled through the app and eventually found building 63. With one click, the screen changed and an arrow pointed in the direction of where they needed to go.

"It's only 100 meters from here!" Izzie exclaimed happily and started to follow the arrow. Meredith followed on soon after, exhaling deeply. Her mother's words rang in her ears:

Don't bother making any friends, Meredith. From now on, everyone is your competition and all that matters is your GPA. You don't have time for any kind of relationship.


It didn't take Meredith and Izzie long to find the building. Once they had walked half the distance and around a corner of buildings, their eyes fell upon a tall building with beautifully historic architecture. Both of their mouths fell open as they continued to follow the arrow, Izzie openly hoping that this building was theirs. As they got closer and closer, the sign next to the building became clearer causing Izzie to squeal.

"Building 63, Richard Webber building!" She beamed, as she started to skip towards the door.

"I can read," Meredith whispered, rolling her eyes. She groaned as Izzie stopped walking and started skipping towards the entrance.

"What was that?" Izzie responded happily, turning quickly to flash Meredith another warm smile.

"Nothing."

As they entered the building, Izzie – much to Meredith's relief – stopped skipping and started to slowly walk as she scanned the rooms around them. Meredith did the same, noting that each room on this floor was in the 100s. It only took her a second to realise that the next level would have the rooms in the 200s, where theirs would be. Without mentioning it to Izzie, Meredith found the staircase and made her way up to level 2. She had to walk around a bit before she found room 231. Once she found the right door, Meredith could hear someone talking loudly. She looked down at her watch. It was 8:05am; the class must have already started.

"Dammit," She mumbled, gently turning the door knob and entering the room. Everyone looked up from their desks as she walked in and whoever was speaking had stopped mid sentence. Meredith hated being the centre of attention and quickly found an empty seat. She sank into the chair and didn't make eye contact with anyone. Her eyes were glued to the ground. To her relief, Izzie entered not long after and soon everyone was looking at her instead. Well, almost everyone.

"Sorry!" Izzie apologised loudly, scanning the room for a seat. She found one next to an attractive boy with short dark hair and a permanent scowl on his face. "It took me forever to find this room."

The boy next to her snickered, but Izzie seemed oblivious. She flashed him a smile and reached out her hand. Hesitantly, he took it and murmured his name. It was too quiet for Meredith to hear, not that she cared.

For a few moments, there was still silence. Whoever was speaking before Meredith and Izzie turned up remained silent. The class broke out into a light whisper in confusion, not knowing why there was still silence. A girl sitting next to Meredith let out a groan and folded her arms across her chest, looking impatient. Meredith, just as confused and impatient, finally looked up from her desk and met the gaze of the man at the front of the room. The man who had been speaking animatedly before she and Izzie had entered. Izzie looked from Meredith to the man and exchanged a confused expression with the boy next to her. Everyone watched on as Meredith and this man continued to stare at each other in silence for what felt like forever to Meredith. She found herself lost in his beautifully subtle blue eyes… the same blue eyes that this morning had started to open just as Meredith was slipping out the door. The same eyes that had managed to seduce her into bed last night.

"Shit," Meredith said a little too loudly, sinking deeper into her chair. The class turned to look at her momentarily. They soon turned back to the man standing at the front of the room, waiting for his response.

"Shit…" He reciprocated.