A.N. Okay so I know, a long UD time but this is a super long chapter for me. Like INSANE (which is sad I know) but seriously, you should all feel privileged ;) Anyway, this chapter got quite close to home so I hope I am keeping them in character and if not then feel free to have a big yell at me and I will do my best to fix it. This chapter is a bit more about Arizona's past so hopefully I will get a bit more interaction between characters up soon. Thanks for the many alerts and reviews I got last chapter and I do hope you feel the need to review again!

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy =(

-I'm really sorry but the dividing lines AREN'T GOING TO WORK-

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!"

If I didn't have a good memory I probably wouldn't have turned around at that point but luckily for me I remembered the conversation this morning, thus remembering his voice and turned to face a grinning Mark who appeared to be dragging someone behind him.

You know how people have those moments. One moment in your life that you know something has changed or you've met someone that's going to change your life. You feel a jolt inside you, like that person is physically pulling on your heart with a tiny piece of string and you think to yourself, this is it.

Well that didn't happen to me. Which I was a little disappointed in might I say.

"Hey Mark," I said, flashing him the dimples again, loving the fact that I already seemed to have made a friend at my new school. "Who's your friend?" I said, nodding my head towards a tall, dark girl behind him. An extremely hot tall, dark girl behind him, one that was sending my hormones into overdrive and I mentally slapped myself over the head. I wasn't going to mess up my one chance at friendship just because I fell for his girlfriend.

"Oh, I'm not his friend," the girl said and my mind went even further into the gutter when I heard her deep husky voice and I found myself thinking very inappropriate thoughts. Bad Arizona!

I couldn't help but smile even though my thoughts should we less than innocent because she wasn't his friend. Which meant I had a chance...Okay, a tiny, minuscule chance because there was still the large probability that she wasn't gay but still; I smiled because my odds had just gone up that tiny bit.

"I'm Callie," Callie said, extending a soft, tanned hand.

"I'm Arizona." The hand was strong, way smoother than my calloused hand and in the back of my head I wondered if she moisturized but that was only a small part because the rest of my brain was noticing (and dancing for joy) that she was checking me out. Not like Mark had, with a leer and flirtatious grin but subtly, like she wasn't used to checking out girls, and the slight blush under her brown cheeks as she caught me catching her looking confirmed my suspicions.

Maybe, just maybe, I had a chance with the oh so sexy Callie.

-INSERT DIVIDING LINE HERE-

I slid into the table next to Callie and found myself face to face with Mark. He was looking at me strangely and for a second I wondered if the guy was deeper than his playboy persona let on but then he caught me watching him and smiled another one of his pervert smiled.

At my curious gaze he smugly said, "Just imagining you without the uniform, Montana."

He suddenly let out a load yelp and looking at Callie's smug look I can only presume there was some hard-core kicking going on under that table.

At least I had someone defending my honour.

I raised my eyebrows, my baby blues twinkling with laughter but my usually never quiet mouth at a loss for words. Dear world, welcome to the first guy to make me, Arizona Robbins, speechless.

I wisely went back to eating my sandwich, trying hard to blend in with the silver lunch tables as a heap of people called out to Mark and sat down noisily.

I was being squished closer and closer to Callie as more people came and looking at all of them I wondered if it was required to look gorgeous to sit here. First to sit down was a tall dark haired, blue eyed guy with his arm wrapped around his petit blonde girlfriend closely followed by a red-haired guy who strangely reminded me of my brother.

I was introduced but as soon as Mark said the names they were gone from my head so I just fixed a super dimply smile to my face and answered the questions that were being fired at me as best as I could.

-INSERT DIVIDING LINE HERE-

As I tried not to trip over leaving the lunch room I let out a massive sigh of relief. I felt like I had just run a marathon or something and it was only recess! The amused, smug grins on Callie and Mark did nothing to calm me down either. Sometimes I really hated new schools.

"What do you have now, Utah," Mark said to me, his eyes dancing and as much as I wanted to roll my eyes at his name calling I couldn't help but laugh. He had a kind of childish energy that was super contagious.

"You know that's getting a little old?" Callie said, looking at Mark accusingly and I was once again reminded how awesome it was to have someone on my side at this school.

"Trust me," I said, turning to her and smiling flirtatiously. "I've heard them all before. And English, Chem, History." I said, soo glad that I had remembered it without having to take out my timetable again.

If I had looked at the stunning brunette next to me I would have easily seen how her eyes were still focussed on my lips even though my super sexy smile had disappeared. I would have noticed the way her dark eyes scanned up and down my body before flicking over to Mark as if to get comfort or support.

But no, stupid me had to pull out my timetable because I had forgotten where the English classroom was. Because of that small thing I spent the next few nights wondering over and over if Callie liked girls or at least me.

-INSERT DIVIDING LINE HERE-

I had gotten the insomnia a few years ago; after my brother had first been deployed. I had been used to my father being away but to have the house so empty most of the time made me unable to sleep.

So I thought.

I thought about anything and everything during those hours of darkness but that night it was about one thing in particular.

Calliope Torres.

I had heard her full name being called on the roll before she muttered under her in another language. "It's Callie," she had said angrily before glaring daggers at anyone who was looking at her strangely.

But I liked Calliope way better and when I had called her that as I flashed my dimples when I said goodbye she didn't yell at me or even glare at me like she had been in that class. Instead her eyes lit up like she was smiling a huge smile even though I could only see the faintest twitch on her sexy, perfect lips.

My thoughts were twisting around rapidly until they arrived at That Night. Yes, it deserved capitals. For me that night was the night that made me realise exactly who I want to be and even though some of the details are a little fuzzy from alcohol consumption; that was the night that I had realised I liked girls.

It was a small party for the people holding it, about twenty people but it had been big enough for me. The start of the night had been a blur of Jack Daniels and Vodka Cruisers and by the end the awkward air that was present when people didn't know each other was gone and one thing led to another and suddenly I was pressing a guy up against a wall, my mouth hot and hard on his, my need for a hook up way beyond my reservations. So I appear a slut at this new school, I didn't care. I would move in a few months and be able to start again.

I pulled away from the blonde guy, cruiser still in my hand and smacked right into another guy. Dark, tall with brown eyes you could fall into. I smiled cheekily at him and right in front of the other guy latched my mouth onto his.

The guy responded like nothing else. Easing his tongue into my mouth and I felt like I was on cloud nine and it got even better as he started trailing open mouthed kisses down my neck.

God that was good, but while he was doing that I caught sight of a girl over my shoulder. I had heard from everyone at school, the rumours that is. That this girl, and for the life of me I couldn't remember her name, was a lesbian.

I had thought about my own sexuality before and there was sometimes a flash of something. Just, noticing girls more and more, just thinking, ooh she's hot. I had thought that it was normal- that every girl had done it, and maybe they had but looking at the girl then; as a guy I didn't even know trailed kisses down my neck, I felt something and I suddenly wished that it was her here instead of the guy.

She had simply walked past, sparing me the tiniest glance as she did and I suddenly felt ashamed of myself; trapped between two guys I didn't even know. I had done this many times before in varying states of intoxication but I had never felt like this and I slowly extracted myself from the guys before walking through the corridor the girl had just disappeared down.

My heart was beating like crazy as I approached the last door, I presumed it was the host's room and I think it almost stopped as she turned around. It was so weird; I didn't even know who she was yet I was feeling like this just from her looking at me and walking past.

I stood in the doorway, watching her as she went towards her bag and pulled out a phone. I could tell she was ignoring me on purpose but I was caught up with watching her face, her, her long slender neck as she reached forward and I bit my lip. I was still a little hyped up from my make-out session earlier.

Finally, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking, she walked up to me until we were face to face. I didn't know what to do; I was completely out of my comfort zone. Usually with guys, I would just smile at them sexily, say 'I'm bored' and go for it but for girls, what was I supposed to do?

She smiled though, as she looked into my baby blues and I couldn't help but smile back.

"God, it's those dimples," she said and leant until our lips met and it felt so much better than all those times I had hooked up with guys.

I couldn't put my finger on it. It may have been her soft lips that tasted like strawberry, her long hair that I wound my hands into, the way her finger lightly skimmed down my curves instead of groping me ungracefully but more than anything I think that it was the connection. I felt a connection with this girl that I never had before and it was sending sparks all through my body.

After a good few minutes I pulled back and rested my head against hers gently. As I slowly opened my eyes a saw Calliope standing in front of me; that shy but sexy smile on her face and her long, dark hair mussed from my hands-

And then I woke up.

Somewhere along the line I must have left memory lane and fell into my dream world and it felt so good to be getting sleep again but after that dream I felt the familiar urge to go a senselessly hook up and I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling trying in vain to repress the images that it appeared were burnt into my brain.

Calliope Torres; I had only known her for a day yet I could barely keep her off my mind.

Little did I know that my super steamy dream would turn into reality way sooner than I ever imagined.

-PHEW LAST ONE-

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