Callie Torres was a beautiful, raven haired theatre kid at Miami Senior High School. The theatre kids didn't have the greatest reputation around campus. They were considered weird and outcasted by their peers. Callie didn't care much about that. She was just thankful that she had made such good friends in the theatre department. Miami High, like most high schools, was ran by the popular kids, the jocks. All of the popular kids played at least two sports. Callie loved sports as a child, but after trying out for every sport in middle school and not making the cut, she decided her dreams of becoming a high school athlete were slim.

Callie walked down the hallway, making sure not to make any eye contact with the upperclassmen. Most of the time, she walked while looking down at her feet. She stopped by the activities bulletin board. Although Callie wanted to focus on her theatre studies, she really wanted something else on her plate. She scanned over the board until she found a sign up sheet for volunteering at the local hospital. She found a spark of interest and decided to put her name on the sheet under a few other students who signed up. She stepped back to look at the board again, when a bubbly blonde girl shoved her aside to write her name under Callie's.

"Oh, sorry! My bad!" the girl laughed, "Were you looking at something?"

"Oh, I just signed up."

"For the hospital volunteering? It's super! I've done it for four years now and I love it," she giggled, "Arizona Robbins." She held her hand out to be shook. "And you are?"

"Calliope Torres, but you can call me Callie," Callie spoke softly. She knew who Arizona was. The most popular girl in school. Although she was extremely popular, she was always nice to everyone she met. She played soccer, basketball and softball, so she was definitely considered a jock. The other theatre girls despised Arizona, but Callie always strived to be like Arizona.

"Are you a freshman? I haven't seen you around before," Arizona questioned.

"Sophomore," Callie admitted.

"Oh! That's super! I remember my sophomore year...crazy times. I'm a senior."

"That's cool. I should probably, uh...maybe I should, um..." Callie stuttered.

"I'll walk you to class. Where are you headed?"

"Um...Ms. Garner's class."

"I love Ms. Garner!"

The two girls began down the hallway to Ms. Garner's Algebra 2 class. Arizona talked to Callie about what made her sign up for the volunteering. Arizona wanted to be a surgeon when she got older, but Callie had no intentions of that. Callie waited for Arizona to ask her the question that would make her a total loser. "What major are you?" She would have to confess that she was a theatre major when the time came, but instead she kept her mouth shut and enjoyed the company by Arizona. When the girls got to Ms. Garner's class, Arizona smiled to show off her dimples, then headed for her next class.

Callie was amazed by how nice Arizona was being to her. How could her friends hate Arizona? As Callie thought about it, she realized that Arizona was perfect. Blonde, perfect height, skinny, great body, athletic, she was everything that the theatre girls weren't. Callie herself always felt abnormally tall and bulky. She thought that would make her a great basketball player, but that wasn't the case.


Callie walked slowly to her theatre class. She didn't want to perform her Shakespeare monologue today, although she knew she had it perfected. Callie was greeted at the doorway by her best friends, Lola and Tulip.

"Hey guys!" Callie hugged her best friends.

"I heard you were talking to Arizona Robbins today," Lola accused.

"And I heard that you signed up to volunteer at the hospital," Tulip chimed in.

"You know we hate Arizona. Our hatred es su hatred."

Callie rolled her eyes. Not only did her friends not know a lick of Spanish, but they were very melodramatic.

"Guys, Arizona saw me signed up and she was just being nice," Callie offered.

"You know the last time Arizona Robbins walked a theatre kid to class?" Tulip questioned.

"Uh...no..."

"NEVER!" Lola and Tulip said together.

Callie didn't have time for this. She needed to get warmed up and changed before she had to perform her monologue. She quickly headed for the restroom after checking in with her theatre teacher.


"Callie!"

Callie heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned around to see Arizona following behind her. Arizona smiled a full smile and ran up to be next to Callie.

"Hi, Arizona."

"Hey! Um...What class are you in right now?"

Callie panicked, she was afraid that if Arizona knew the truth that she wouldn't want to be Callie's friend.

"Study skills," Callie lied.

"Super! Do you think you could get out and come help me?"

"With what?" Callie looked confused. She really couldn't leave theatre to help Arizona, but there was something about Arizona that made Callie want to do anything for her.

"I wanted to do something nice for my basketball coach and reorganize his office," Arizona beamed.

Arizona really was a nice girl. Callie couldn't think of the last time she volunteered to pick up after someone else. She could hardly keep her own room clean.

Callie thought for a moment, until she saw Lola and Tulip headed down the hallway.