I am back. Again. Again. Working on 3 stories.. You know the two others (Or well.. parts of it..) and now I am giving you my 3rd, while I am writing the two others. NOTICE this is not complete and I've only written chapter number 1 to see if you all like it, or not. Let me know?

DISCLAIMER - this idea and those characters I am using are not mine. The characters belong to Shonda Rhimes and the idea on the book/movie 'Love, Simon'.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I wouldn't say I am scared of it. Of being gay. Lesbian, I mean. I am not scared of it. I have always supported the lgbt+ community. Always have, always will. Honestly? I don't see why people don't support it. This is 2018. Instead of focusing on girls loving girls, boys loving boys, people transitioning to being their true self. Who they were meant to be. Why not focusing on something that actually matters? My point is.. Why do we have to come out? Why do I, Arizona Robbins, have to tell my parents, my brother, my friends.. everyone really.. why I am a lesbian. It shouldn't really be anything. Right? And yet here I find myself being blackmailed by Owen Hunt.

At first I didn't really notice. He was talking about him having used the laptop after me in the library. I didn't get the point in it. I started to zone out, not really bothering about what he was telling me. Until he mentioned that he read my emails. My emails. Panic starts to kick in. My emails are personal.

"You know my cousin is gay" I look at him a little dumfolded. Why did I need to know that? He clearly sees my confusion and continues, "I thought it might interest you"

"Uhm.. Not really" I say as I shake my head slightly, my brows frowning towards the man. I am still trying to process the last information he gave me, which is.. He read my emails.

"Look, Robbins, I don't have a problem with it. It really isn't a big deal" Owen says. But it is. It is a huge deal.

"My emails?" I ask. He simply nods. "Y-You read my emails?" I ask again as I need him to confirm it. He nods and I feel my jaw tightening.

"Not on purpose, of course" Owen said. "So… Flagstaff… What is the point with a fake name?" He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. I could see something playing in his eyes.

I shook my head no, still not over the fact that he read my very personal emails. "Owen.." I slowly say "Why did you read my emails?"

"It just.. happened" he said with a shrug. But his smirk told me otherwise.

"J-Just happened? How can this 'just happen', Owen? Huh?" I ask. I feel my anger slowly rising. How DARE he reading my emails. My personal emails. It is not the fact that he knows I am gay. I don't fear the whole coming out thing. Will it be awkward? Yes. Do I look forward to it? Not really. But for me it wouldn't be the end of the world. I think. Hope. Right now though.. My problem is that someone read my emails. Emails that were only meant to be read by me and Purple only. Oh my god… What do I tell her? I can't tell her. She will never speak to me again. She is kind of a private person. A person who would never forgive me for being so careless as to logging out of my email.

But you have to understand. It wasn't to be careless. It wasn't my first choice to use the library's computer. But the thing is.. Last night I had written Purple a very important mail. A mail that I just wanted to see if she had replied to this morning. I couldn't use my phone since they block the wireless here, and I checked in the parking lot as I pulled up at school this morning, but nothing yet. Now, a few lessons later and I wanted to check if she had replied. It couldn't wait until I got home. Not today.

Once more I am pulled out of my thoughts when Owen decides to speak up. "Relax, it is not like I am going to show anyone" he said "though.. I think people would be cool with it. You should be who you are"

At the words I breathe a sigh of relief, until it hits me "What do you mean?" I ask, feeling my mouth getting dry "Show anyone?" even as I ask it I feel my stomach clench and the blood drain from my face. "Did you.. Did you take a screenshot or something?"

"Well…" He starts out before the smirk makes a reappearance "I wanted to talk to you about that"

I hold a hand up to make him stop talking "I'm sorry, you took a fucking screenshot?"

He doesn't seem affected on my mood as he looks over my shoulder to where Teddy is standing. "As I was saying.. I know you are friends with Teddy Altman, so I wanted to ask you someth-"

I cut him off, seeing I am nowhere near done talking about the fact that he took pictures of my emails. Of Purple's emails. "Really? Can we go back to the fact that you took pictures of my emails?"

He sighs, "As I was saying.. I was wondering if you would want to help me talk talk to Teddy"

At his words I almost laugh into his face "Seriously? So what? You want me to put in a good word for you?" I ask, not believing this. He only nods. "And why the hell would I do that?"

He purses his lips and just looks at me. And then it clicks. He wants this from me. To put in a good word at Teddy in return for him not posting my emails on that stupid tumblr page there is for this school. The creeksecrets. The online meeting point for Creekwood High School Gossip.

"I just.. Figured we could help each other out, you know?" He said, once he thinks I have been quiet for too long.

This time I actually end up laughing into his face, "Excuse me? Help each other out?" I ask, not believing any of this. "You are actually forcing my arm here, Owen"

"Forcing your arm? Oh come on.. It is nothing like that"

"Oh really?" I ask "What is it like then?"

"You know.." He said as he took a step closer "Just you helping me out here. I like your friend. Just.. Invite me to parties she will attend to. And stuff"

I let out a huf, begging for me to snap out of this nightmare any second now. No one says anything, we simply stare at each other.

"Paging Owen" Miss. Bailey calls from the stage "Act 1, scene 4"

"So.. Think about it" Owen says as he makes his way towards the curtain. He stops right before he gets there. I could see him hesitate for a few seconds before he turns to look at me "Who is Purple?"

"No one I know" I say. I am not about to tell Owen that Purple is someone from this school. I am not about to let Purple into all of this. This is my mess and I have to fix it. The sooner the better.

AN: So.. Just a small chapter to see if there are anyone out here interested in the story. If there is, the chapters will be longer. Review please? I will hopefully see you all soon!