Just a teaser for a possible story. Let me know what you think. This is my first in this fic.

Chapter One

Sweat rolled down her forehead, coating her face in a sheen layer of the watery mix. Before she had the chance to wipe it away, the sound of a whistling blowing invaded her hearing. Inwardly, Arizona wanted to cry when she heard the sound, but, like Pavlov and the dog, she was conditioning to not cry and to go. To always go.

So she did. Taking off in a full out sprint, Arizona watched as she passed yard after yard on the field until she finally made it down to the other end of the field. Looking to her sides, she noticed only a few of her other teammates had crossed. Luckily, the whistle hadn't sounded yet, meaning the other girls had at least a few more seconds to cross the coveted line in time.

"Push it! Come on!" Arizona yelled as she turned around to cheer on the rest of her teammates. "You're almost there!"

Arizona's roommate Teddy crossed the line next, almost collapsing when she did. For a second, she thought that her best friend was going to vomit, but Teddy held it together, resting her hands on her knees as she hunched over.

"Hey, good work, Teds," Arizona said, walking over to pat Teddy on the back and hand her a bottle of water.

Before Arizona had the chance to walk over and congratulate all her teammates on passing the test, that annoying whistle sounded, which really confused the blonde. The test was over, so she wondered why Coach Webber wanted them over.

"Ladies, bring it in!" He called out in a bellowing voice. "Hustle it up."

The team jogged in to a circle around Webber. Each woman breathing heavily and wiping sweat off their foreheads with their practice shirts. The heat was unbearable at times—humid, hot and sticky—which sucked when they had fitness practices. But Webber, as good of a coach as he was, disregarded the heat (ok, well, not all the time, but for the most part he did).

A small breeze rolled in, and it felt like heaven. The breeze contrasted with the heat for a split second, and Arizona forgot all about the hell she just endured. She saw the same looks of happiness cross her teammates' faces for a hot second.

Webber looked around before speaking. "I am proud of you ladies today. That was the best results overall in all the years I've coached here. I can't wait to see where we go this season." Again, he scanned the group, making eye contact with Arizona and giving her a small smile. "But, before you cool down, I wanted to tell you some good news. Recently, I received word that one of the best keepers in the nation wants to play for our team."

Within seconds, murmurs spread like wildfire throughout the circle of lacrosse girls. But Arizona stood shocked, speechless actually. Because, for the last three years, she had been the starting keeper. She worked her ass off in high school to score an athletic scholarship to one of the best programs in the nation. And, since her freshman year, she never missed a game or, really, a single second. People always doubted her, too, because of her size. Most goalies weren't super small, but Arizona was—at least for lacrosse goalie standards. But she made up for it in agility and speed in the circle.

Now, though? They had some hotshot new girl coming in, threatening to take away Arizona's starting spot her senior year. This had to be some joke.

"Quiet down," Webber shushed, eyeing the girls, who all clamped up immediately. "Her name is Callie Torres. She was one of the top recruits a couple years ago, but she tore her ACL and lost her scholarship to Syracuse. These last two years, she took studied at a community college while working at her family's business. Now, she's ready to make a comeback. This will be her junior year, but her first with the Tar Heels."

Faces light up, all except Arizona's and, because Teddy was her best friend, Teddy's, too.

"Oh, and she needs a place to live. I heard there is an open room at the lacrosse house," Webber said, looking straight at Arizona and Teddy. "I expect that those who live there will graciously welcome her into their home. She arrives tomorrow. Now, cool down and stretch and we will see you tomorrow for our first official fall ball practice."

With that, Webber left the field, the other coaches following his lead. Arizona watched as the girls started talking about this new keeper—they all kept their voices low, trying to not agitate the blonde anymore. But that was impossible. Arizona felt like punching a wall. No, punching this Callie Torres's face.

Teddy saddled up next to Arizona, putting a hand on her shoulder before saying, "Arizona, you have nothing to worry about. You're third in the country for saves percentage, and you've set school records for saves in a season. Don't let this get to you."

Turning to face Teddy, with a small, forced smile on her face, Arizona nodded before taking off on a slow, cool down jog. Her legs ached from all the sprints they had to do today, but she pushed through it, finishing the cool down. As she stretched, Teddy sat down next to her, obviously not done trying to console Arizona.

"Teddy…" she warned.

"No, Arizona, I am going to talk and you're going to listen because you're my best friend and you're upset," Teddy commanded. "Also, we really need to talk about how this Callie chick is now going to live with us because I will not let you be rude to some girl we don't even know."

Sighing, Arizona shook her head. "I know, I know. It's just, God, why? Everything was going great. Like, so great, Teds. For once, things have lined up for me. But now? Yeah, well, it's all super sucky. Webber is basically forcing me to live with the girl I am competing for a spot with!"

"Just…I don't know, Arizona. Maybe meet the girl first before you make her your sworn enemy?"

Arizona squeezed her eyes shut and evened out her breath. She had to be the bigger person. No, she was the bigger person. She's dealt with a lot of shit in her life and she handled it. So, she could handle this. Whoever this Callie Torres girl was wouldn't get to ruin her senior year.

No, she definitely wouldn't allow that.