Okay, First of all it would be great if people read this; I promise it won't take long. Second, I am really only writing this because I am in a writer's block and so my stupid muse will only get out what I put in...translated it means what I'm going through now- high school.

IF THIS TURNS OUT TO BE one of those terrible high school fics that aren't in character and are only similar coz they use the same names then please feel free to abuse me and I will either leave the story as it is or take it down because I would like to write this so I can write SOMETHING, to segway into Grey's Anatomy fics and to try my hand at a high school one without doing the clichéd high school things so tell me if I'm already failing at that.

Please review as I will probably only continue this if it gets positive reviews so if you want to read more then if I update is up to you!

That is all =)

DISCLAIMER: I own no one =( not even a teenaged Sloan....

Oh and by the way, I'm not actually lesbian or bi so writing lesbian or bi feelings (especially from first person) is something new to me so you can yell at me if I stuff up majorly. NOW READ!

-DIVIDING LINES DON'T LIKE ME-

Arizona POV

Oh great, I thought to myself as my brother parked out the front of my new school. I always hated starting a new school. Sure eventually people invited you to sit with them but for that first few days it was torture. I had it down to an art of course; I was used to it being a military brat. I knew exactly how long to wait to bring out my full perkiness so I wasn't classed as weird. Knew how long it would take before I could come to school looking like a slob with no makeup and my hair in a messy bun so people wouldn't think that I was a bogan child and most importantly, I knew to keep the fact that I was a lesbian completely silent. People didn't instantly warm up to things like that.

I kept my face happy but inside I was swearing at the mean old lady in the office as I tried to remember the map I had quickly memorised before.

"A304... A304... Where the hell is the A building," I muttered to myself as I walked aimlessly around for a little bit, already thinking of the lovely scene I was going to make when I burst into class an hour late.

I was just about to turn around when I accidently hit a little girl who had been sprinting from the opposite direction.

"SHIT!" we both yelled and we went ass up, her books flying everywhere while my bag bounced across the pavement a few times.

"Sorry," I groaned as I clambered up, extending an arm to help the little girl who, when I looked at her didn't seem that little. Maybe year eight or nine. "Good way to start a new school."

She laughed awkwardly before shaking the hand that I had helped her up with. "I'm Lexie Grey," she said quietly and I pushed the thought of her having pretty eyes to the back of my head. Today I was just a normal un-lesbian girl.

"Arizona Robbins, I was just on my way to getting extremely lost when I bumped into you," I said, hoping my smile and baby blues would put the nervous girl at ease. "Care to point me in the direction of the A building."

Lexie Grey pointed a small, clean finger at the three story building right in front of me. Huh, you would have thought that I'd have seen that.

"Thanks for that," I smiled once more before walking towards the big doors, leaving the little Lexie Grey to continue to another building in the other direction.

"A301... A302... A303... A305...Wait a second! A305? Where the heck is A304?" I yelled down the empty hall, not caring that I had broken one of the 'starting a new school rules'. Number 8 actually; don't act crazy.

A guy chuckled behind me and I whirled around, a blonde curl hitting me in the face, to look at an extremely good looking young man. If I was straight I would have melted to putty but luckily the lesbian things made it super easy to have conversations with guys. Or maybe I could just talk to anyone.

"It's across the hall," he said, still smiling at my expense. Bastard. Okay, hot bastard. "Are you new?"

And here comes the new girl talk, I thought to myself with an inaudible groan. "Yeah, that obvious?"

Of course it was.

"I'm Arizona," I said with a super dimply smile. It wasn't that I was flirting with him, okay I was, but not for me but so I could seem like every other girl here. Fitting in made new school so much easier.

Hot guy smiled back with dimples of his own and put out his hand. Wow I was shaking a lot of hands today. "Mark; you in Baker's class?" he asked me, pointing to the elusive A304 which held an old teacher and a bunch of even older computers.

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, throwing in a hair flippy thing. Now the flirting was less about looking straight and more about kicking this guy's ass. He was a pro at it but I could flirt the socks off of anyone. "Is he any good?"

"Yeah I am," he said, his voice lowering until it was more of a growl. I couldn't help it then; I threw my head back and let out a deep chuckle. I would never feel attracted to this guy but he seemed hilarious and hopefully I had found someone to sit with for today.

"Well I guess I'll see you later Mark."

-DIVIDING LINES ARE EVIL-

After sitting through another rant about gays in the Middle Ages I almost wished Mark had told me the truth about Mr. Baker instead of keeping up our flirting game.

I didn't have a problem with people who had a problem with gay people, which Mr. Baker wasn't; but after story after story these things were getting very old very quickly and by the blank looks on everyone else's faces they had learnt to tune out the pointless babble.

Finally the bell rang, making me jump in my seat and the guy sitting next to me snigger as I dragged out my bag with only the faintest blush on my cheeks. If that was the worst thing that happened today then I would be very happy.

I followed the mad rush of students while I went through what I could remember of my timetable in my head.

Just had double Biology so after recess was English, Chemistry and History.

I dawdled at my locker, not wanting to go outside to quickly for fear of wandering around practically wearing a sign that said NEW GIRL on my head and I was just cramming the last of my books in the little space before I heard someone yelling farther down the hall.

"OI! TEXAS!"

-THIS IS GETTING OLD-

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Jules.