A/N: This is the first fic I'm publishing so it's an A/U with the high school version of my OTP, Calzona. Hope you enjoy!

"Wow. I'm actually in high school. This isn't anything like those magical, fun places on TV though," Callie thought to herself as she walked into the grungy cafeteria. After collecting a tray with some rice, a juice pouch and a mystery meat, she bit her lip and surveyed the scene. Where would she sit?

There were the senior jocks, hooting about the rad parties they had last summer and their flawless cheerleader girlfriends giggling and gossiping. Two tables down were the junior hippies and next to them, the band geeks and the A/V nerds. Most of the freshmen already had their little cliques from middle school, Callie noted as she recognized some kids from her first and second period classes already seated together. Their tables were full. All the way to the left of the room was an empty table, right next to the trash. Great.

Callie was well-loved at her middle school in Florida and her friends would be shocked to see that she would be the shy misfit freshman on her first day of high school as that wasn't the badass Callie they knew and loved. But the move really took its toll on the 14 year-old. She had spent all her life in Miami, surrounded by people she loved, but everything changed when her parents decided to get a divorce and the next thing she knew, she was moving across the country to live in Seattle with her father. So, with a sigh, Callie slid unto the bench and placed her tray on the table that was dotted with signatures, intials with hearts and of course, drawings of dicks. Ah, high school.

She picked at her food. "Why didn't Daddy send me to that all girls private school? We can definitely afford it, yet I'm stuck here eating god knows what!" she complained internally. Her thoughts were shattered like glass when she heard a voice.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" a very cute blonde asked, cocking her head.

"Uhh…" Callie had forgotten how to form words at the sight of this gorgeous angel. Golden curls cascaded down to her shoulders and she had the bluest eyes Callie had ever seen. And her smile. It was… a super magic smile. There were no other words to describe it.

"Yeah, I tend to have that effect on people," she said with a giggle, scooting unto the bench next to Callie. She'd come a little to close for someone she'd just met. But Callie didn't mind. She recognized the sweet fragrance of Chanel No 5, just like her mother wears. God, she missed her mom.

"So ... aren't you gonna introduce yourself? But I guess you're the shy type so, I'll go. I'm Arizona," she said, flashing her super magic smile again. Callie wanted to melt and she shook her new friend's soft hand.

"Callio- uhh it's Callie. Sorry." She looked down and brushed a strand of dark brown hair out of her eyes. She had gotten so used to using her full name when introducing herself to the teachers, she'd forgotten that she didn't actually want to be called Calliope.

"No, what were you gonna say?" Arizona questioned, furrowing her brows.

"Calliope is my full name, but people call me Callie." She admitted, finding that the petite blonde had already got her wrapped around her little finger.

"Calliope… I like it," Arizona mused, savoring each syllable.

Callie blushed. It somehow sounded different when she said it. Maybe it's not so bad after all.