AN: This is my first FanFic. Yay! The story is told from Arizona's POV but may change in the future. These first two chapters are bland and mostly consist of background information. I needed a way to start the story, but I promise more action and dialog in the next few chapters. This chapter is also shorter than the others, but I'll work on that too. Review to let me know if you want me to continue the story or any ideas to help me improve. Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

Tuesday, December 3rd

My alarm went off at 6:00am as it does every day. Senior year of high school is demanding and requires hard work, determination, and early arrival. My parents were super supportive the first two years of my high school journey, but soon lacked after I came out the end of sophomore year. As time has passed, they've managed to agree on my educational choices and class progress, but lack to respect my social life. Without their complete support, I've struggled these last two years. My grades are fantastic, but it's a hassle to get the freedom I want.

I put a worn Marilyn Monroe tee over the dirty tank I had slept in. I try to find a clean pair of jeans when I notice the light on my phone start to flicker followed by buzzing. It's 6:30am which only meant one thing for me; my girlfriend was calling to check in before school. It had become a common routine for us of the mornings; whoever was up first, called the other.

Calliope and I have been dating for three months now and our relationship felt strong for us to be two teenagers. We met in AP history, which was a class I had dropped the previous semester with several other students because the instructor was horrible, and one Callie signed up for when she transferred from Miami. I'm not sure Seattle is much better with our constant rain, but I'm glad she's here. My parents haven't paid her much attention and neither has Callie's mother. To them, our relationship is useless and thinks Callie and I shouldn't see each other because we're leaving for college in the summer. We attempt to see each other during the week after school and meet on weekends to hang with friends or go out for a quick dinner date.

I answered my phone, slipping it between my head and shoulder as I put a pair of tattered jeans over my lacey pink underwear, "Hey."

"Hey," hearing her voice never failed to make me smile, "You're going to come over after school right?"

"Callie, I told you I have that meeting with Principal Webber after Lit."

"Arizonaaa. You promised. We have tests coming up and you know we won't be able to see each other much. After your stunt in class, you went home and didn't answer any of my calls." I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"I know, I know. I'll come to your house after I'm finished with the meeting?" There was a long pause. "Callie."

"I guess that would work, but Arizona…you better come."

I smiled into the phone as I replied, "I promise."

After hanging up, I hurried to put the rest of my outfit together and gather my school necessities into my satchel. As I walk past my dresser, I grab some perfume to spray over my chest so I wouldn't smell like the bum I resembled. Passing my parents in the kitchen, I quickly tell them my schedule for the day which has become a requirement to leave the house.

"I'm going to Callie's after school today. I'll be home…whenever." I make my way around the counter and grab a freshly baked muffin.

My mother followed me with her eyes, "Don't you have a test Friday?"

"Yeah, mom, but Callie could help me study...or something."

My father didn't look up from the newspaper as he spoke, "Like you guys would actually study."

I take a bite of muffin and shrug my shoulders. The man does have a point. Callie and I tried to study together before; it usually ending with a make-out session later interrupted by her sister, Aria.

"You know Timothy would be running around doing the same exact thing."

My brother, Tim, joined the army not too long ago and I miss him. When he was here, my parents never asked about my daily agenda, or hissed at me for talking to girls. Timothy always had my back and I had his. We would go out on the weekends with our friends to catch a movie then go to eat, trying to pick girls up. Since he left, it's only me in this battle.

My father scrunched his nose, "Yes, but Tim is a young man."

"And I'm a young woman. I think I know what responsibility is, dad."

He looks to my mother, "Barbra, please tell your daughter it's best to come home after school."

Mom looked down at her muffin which suddenly became very interesting, "As long as she promises to study, I don't see the problem with…"

"My word!" Dad grabbed the rest of the paper he was planning to read and made his way to the living room, my mother tried to stop him as he walked by.

"Daniel she…"

I glanced at my mom as I opened the kitchen door connected to the garage, "So…"

My mom sighed as she lowered her head into her hand and rubbed her temple, "Promise me you'll study?"

"Yep!"

I'm not sure if my mother had heard me, but I was ready to get this day over with. I had a meeting with Principal Webber because I had a mishap in my new history class yesterday. The snobbier, more sexually assertive guy of the bunch decided it would be a good idea to confront me in front of my peers and mock my sexuality repeatedly. After taking his crap for a full five minutes, I performed a take-down maneuver Tim had taught me one day when he came back from boot camp. The history teacher, who I honestly think is gay himself, vouched for me and manage to keep me from suspension, but not from the principal's ruthless speeches. Webber was so busy he barely that day. He sent me home early, though I just waited the rest of the day out at the football field. He didn't call my parents, but asked me to come back after school today.

School didn't go as smoothly as I wanted it to. I was only through my second class of the day and I needed to regroup at my locker. Jackson Avery, the quarterback of our champion football team, came up to strike up a conversation.

"Arizona Robbins. I always knew you were the type of girl to put a guy in his place; I just never thought you actually had the balls to do it. Everyone at school keeps talking about how you took Sloan down in AP history. I'm proud." He patted his hands on my shoulders as I searched for a place to put my math book.

"I didn't want to do it, but…"

"He call you dyke?" Avery interrupted.

"That and a bunch of other shit that's not up for discussion Avery." I turned to give him and tiring look.

"What did Torres do when she saw it go down?"

"She was upset, but not surprised, didn't do much? I'm not sure how she really felt about it all. I didn't want to talk afterwards so we didn't meet up so…yeah."

"So you guys'll make-out later as a substitute right?" He gives me a wink.

Before I tell him off, Jackson's girlfriend, Stephanie, runs up out of nowhere and lays a big kiss on his lips.

"Hey babe. Arizona…"

"Stephanie." I turn around, rolling my eyes as I pretend to look for something in my locker.

Stephanie looks to Jackson, "What are you guys talking about?"

"How Arizona owned some guy in AP history yesterday."

"Oh yeah, I've heard about that; rumor is you left him with a broken nose."

That girl's over enthusiastic voice wasn't making my day any better. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Derrick Shepard and Meredith Grey walking towards us. Derrick is president of the science club and is probably the only reason I passed biology last year. Grey's mother used to be the principal until she developed Alzheimer's and had to retire early. They've been together since freshmen year and the couple everyone seems to admire.

Derrick stands himself next to me, "Arizona! Just the person I wanted to see. You going to tell us what happened yesterday?"

"Everybody's talking about it." Meredith adds.

I hang my head between my arms stationed on the wall and top of my locker door. "Look, guys, I really don't…"

As I'm about to tell my friends to back off, April Kepner joins the crowd. I certainly do not have the patience for her today. Kepner was the vice president of the science club, followed Derrick everywhere. We've had a few projects together in previous classes and even went to junior high together. She's a nice friend to have, but we never talk much outside of class.

"Hey guys! What's everybody talking about?"

Before anyone else could answer, I turn around to face my audience of pestering friends, "Guys! I appreciate your support, I do. Can I get my books for third period in peace…please?"

I didn't need books for third period; it was the history class I was kicked out of for today. I recently ate lunch and was heading to the counselor's office to talk about moving me to a different class period.

Everyone looks at me as they to mumble to themselves.

"Guys!" I yelled.

They scattered down the hallway in different directions. I slammed the door to my locker shut and banged my fist against it with frustration.

A voice behind me speaks up, "Someone needs to take a chill-pill."

That deep, sexy, Spanish voice I heard coming from behind me could only belong to one person.