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Hey guys, I just want to say that I have absolutely no clue how soccer works behind the scenes. So, I'm making it up as I go. Thanks for all my Twitter peeps for helping me choose which story to write! Also changing up the POV on this fic a little because I haven't done that before. Enjoy!

ARIZONA'S POV

There's something wonderful about watching a sunrise. The colors, the smell of the wet grass, the way the sun slowly warms your body as it begins to peek over the horizon. My muscles ache for me to stop running, but I won't allow it. Only after ten miles I allow myself to slow down and savor the bright colors in the sky. Rounding the corner to my apartment building, I take steps two at a time up to my fourth floor apartment. Grabbing some water and a banana, I head right back down the stairs and into my car.

"Well, if it isn't Arizona Robbins," a tall blonde women yells from across all the machines in the gym.

"In the flesh," I say as I grab the other woman and pull her into a hug. "Teds, how are you?"

"I've been doing well! Really well! How are you? Are you doing well?" she said quickly.

"How much coffee have you had this morning, Teddy?"

"Only a few cups. Some. A lot. It's good to see you again, Z."

"It's good to see you too! Hey, that's actually what I came here about. I was wondering if you could train me before the next season starts. I need to get in shape. Not going to make the national team looking like this," I plead with her. Teddy is the best in the business when it comes to trainers. She's brilliant when it comes to molding the human body.

"Oh please, Z." She reaches over and tries to lift my shirt before I swat her hand away. "You're already in shape. What do you have now? Like, a 16 pack?" she laughs.

The door opens and we hear someone enter the gym. I turn to see a tall brunette enter with a large gym bag around her shoulder. She looks at us through her large sunglasses and heads towards the back room without a word.

"Who's that?"

"That's Callie. She's my new trainer. She's good. She could be the next me."

I laugh, "No one's as good as you, Teds. So what do you say? You going to train me?"

She looks at me with amusement. "Are you actually going to listen to me? You do realize we've tried this before and you didn't do a thing I said."

She was right. I was a monster when it came to training with her. I just know what I want for my body. I drop her gaze and my eyes fell to the floor, "Probably not."

The new trainer comes out from the back room and hops on the treadmill. "Arizona, stop staring."

"What about her? Can she train me?" I feel a blush creep up my face, and probably the rest of my body.

"No. You will probably try and sleep with her, and then I'll have to find a new trainer." I give her my best puppy dog eyes. No one can resist them. They're deadly. "Arizona, no. Don't give me those eyes." I pout my lip a little bit. "Fine. I hate you."

I jump slightly and clapping my hands together. My eyes drift over to Callie's body again. I look her up and down. Her hips sway perfectly as she walks on the treadmill. Her body makes my mouth water.

"You better not make me regret this." Teddy walks to Callie and exchanges a few words. Callie turns to look at me, and it was as though her eyes were piercing through me. She nods to Teddy and they both walk over to stand right in front of me. "Callie, this is Arizona. Arizona, Callie." Teddy gives me a glare that I could only assume was her best attempt at an intimidating stare. "Z, be nice. I mean it."

"What ever do you mean?" I give her a smile as she laughs and walks away.

After taking all my initial measurements, Callie led me over to the treadmill. "We're just going to do a little warm up." She put the speed so I was jogging at a slow speed. I smile at her and turn up the speed until I was running at a good pace. "Probably a bad idea." She smirks.

"I got this." I say cockily. I am good at running. I run for hours across the soccer field. A few minutes on a treadmill is nothing. After two minutes, Callie reaches over and turns up the speed. It wasn't too fast, but it wasn't a comfortable running pace. Sweat begins to break out on my forehead and chest after a couple more minutes pass.

"Ready for more?"

"Bring it."

Callie reaches over and turns up the speed until it was maxed out. I was sprinting at an uncomfortable pace and she can tell. She gives me a smirk and crosses her arms as she watches me struggle. After five minutes, I feel like my legs are going to give out. I reach over to turn down the speed and Callie reaches up to cover the buttons with her hands. "No. We do this my way. Two more minutes."

I look at her in disbelief. My legs begin to shake and running in a straight line becomes harder and harder. I put my arms on the railings and put my feet on the side of the treadmill. I look up at Callie and try to stare her down.

Callie climbs on the side of the treadmill and gets close to my face. "Get back on. You still have two minutes." Her voice was quiet and calm. Too calm. Scary calm. I hold her gaze for one second before I begin sprinting again.

The rest of my workout wasn't any different. She pushed me hard, and the more I resisted, the more she scared me back into the exercise. I left the workout feeling angry. After we were finished, I walk to Teddy's office and close the door behind me. She was sitting behind the desk. She looked up and smiled at me, knowing how the workout went already. "How did it go?"

"How did it go? How did it go? You never told me she was crazy!"

Teddy laughed and pushed some papers aside. "She's not crazy, Z. She'd be a good trainer for you."

"She's not crazy? Of course she is crazy. Like, wear a suit out of someone's skin crazy. Evil, maybe." I paced around the room. "I'm going to be afraid to sleep tonight."

"You're being dramatic."

I know she's right. I can feel the anger leaving my body as I continue to pace around the room. She gets up from behind her desk and puts her hands on my shoulders to halt my pacing. "You'll be fine. You need someone to push you. How about you come out with us tonight? We're going to the bar across the street after work tonight. Maybe blow off some steam."

"Fine, but you're buying first round."

Teddy smiled, "Sure. Now go home. You stink. Meet you here around nine."

By the time I pull up to my apartment, it's already past noon. After a quick shower, I pull out some lettuce and made a salad. I eat in front of the television while watching soccer on ESPN. My entire body was on fire. After playing soccer for more than half my life, I've never been pushed that hard. My mind wanders back to Callie's perfect body. She was absolutely gorgeous.

I awake with a salad bowl in my lap. It was beginning to get dark outside. I frantically find my phone and check what time it was. It was already eight. I fumble through my closet and find a cute dress to wear, pull my hair up with a few loose curls hanging down on the side, and do my makeup. I run down to my car and park outside Teddy's gym.

We walk to the bar and order drinks. Teddy and I catch up for an hour while we sip our drinks. I offer to get the next round of drinks. While waiting for Joe, the bartender, to get her wine, a tall woman sits on the bar stool next to me. I look over to her and see it was the brunette from the gym I've been daydreaming about all day. Without a word, I turn back to the bar.

"Funny seeing you here." Callie said as she orders her drink. "How you feeling?"

"Not very well, thanks to you." I mumble. Joe places my drink in front of me. I pull money out of my wallet, but Callie places her hand on mine to stop me.

"It's on me. It's the least I can do."

I smile, and walk back to the table Teddy is still sitting at. "Want to dance?" I immediately ask Teddy without sitting down. We make our way to the dance floor and join the mass of bodies that are swaying to the music. I sway my hips to the music, and I can feel eyes on me. I'm starting to feel the effects of the wine on my body. I look over to the bar and find Callie still on the bar stool from before, her eyes staring right into mine. I turn to Teddy and say into her ear, "I'll be right back."

I walk over to the bar next to Callie and order a shot of tequila. "You just going to stare all night?"

She puts her drink down on the bar and chuckles as she traces the rim on the glass with her fingertip. "That depends. Are you asking me to dance?"

I feel myself blush as Joe places my shot in front of me. "Maybe." I shrug my shoulders and pour the liquid into my mouth. I hold out my hand for her to take. She looks me up and down, then back to her drink. She finishes it and then places her hand in mine. I lead the brunette to the dance floor and we immediately begin to sway to the loud music. Her hips move side to side with the music, and her hands tangle in her long raven hair. My heartbeat races as I watch her dance. The way her body moves is sexy, and I'm not sure I can keep my hands off for too much longer. I push my body closer to hers and place my hands on her hips. I move my body with hers, and when the song ends, she turns me so my back is pushed up against her front. Her hands land on my stomach and then to my hips. I continue to sway with her body, as I can feel her hot breath on my neck.

"Want another drink?" she says into my ear.

I shiver when her breath hits my ear. I follow her to the bar and we get a shot of tequila for each of us. We both take our shot. "I'll be right back," Callie says as she left the bar and heads towards the bathroom. Before entering, she looks back at me, smiles, and then opens the door.

I walk over to the bathroom and peek my head in. I see Callie looking in the mirror, staring back at me. I take a step in and close the door behind me. The Latina turns around, walks to me, and pushes me against the door. Her strong body pins me against it as she takes my lips in hers. I brush my tongue across her bottom lip, and she allows me to push my tongue into her mouth. Her hands tangle in my hair as my hands move lower down to her hips and I pull them against me.

She pulls back from our kiss, "I can't date clients."

I take her lips back in mine, then I push her back. "Who said anything about dating?" The brunette smirks as I take her hand and lead her out of the bathroom and the bar.

Oh this is going to be a good night.

So? Should I keep writing? Or should I scrap this idea? The next couple chapters will have more of a background story so you know where they're both coming from. So, you know the drill, review, review, review!