A/N: OMG! Thank you for all the feedback! It warms my heart to know that so many people want to see what happens next, and I hope that you all will stick around till the end :)

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I'm not sure when I will be able to update again, but I will definitely try not to make you all wait too long. My grandpa is expected to pass away any day now and I go back to school on Monday. So with those two things, I'm sure I won't have much time with my computer. Thanks for understanding!

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Arizona's POV

I remember once when I was a little girl my mom took me on vacation to Chicago while my father was stationed out of the country. I had been really upset and missed him a lot. It was Christmas break from school and why my mother had wanted to go to the cold city of Chicago when we had near perfect temperatures at home in Santa Barbara was beyond me. But, she had me packed up and on the airplane within hours of school letting out. I didn't complain, though, because there was snow. I didn't see snow often because of the fact that I grew up on the West Coast, so when I did see it, I was all too excited. The white little flakes captivated me, and the first time one landed on my dark glove it stopped me in my tracks. It amazed me how something could be so perfect and beautiful. I studied the little flake until it melted away into nothingness

"Whatcha doin' there Arizona?" my mom had asked me when she noticed I had stopped walking. She gently pulled me off to the side so that I wasn't in the way of other people walking by.

"It's so beautiful!" I remember saying, admiring the quickly fading snowflake on my glove.

Later that night I had my mom buy me some pencils and a sketchbook. I had stayed up as late as my little body would allow me, trying to recreate that beautiful snowflake to my best ability. I had done a pretty good job for my first real drawing, and it was hanging in my bedroom at home.

The way that snowflake had captivated me was the same way I was feeling now, staring at this beautiful woman in front of me. I was in a trance. The whole world around me had stopped and all there was was this woman and me. This…this beautiful, sexy, older woman. Older. I started coming back to reality when in the back of my brain I remembered that she was a college professor. My college professor.

"See me after class. Both of you," the woman said with a humored look in her eye as she turned away and made her way back up to the front.

"Dude, she's hot!" Izzie whispered enthusiastically beside me. If Izzie thought she was hot, then she really must be. Izzie was in a healthy, straight relationship with our friend Alex Karev.

"She's alright," I lied, trying to hide my pure infatuation with the professor.

"Yeah, right! Your jaw was basically on the table," Izzie laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Ladies!" the velvet voice boomed from up front. "I am trying to teach a class here!"

"Sorry, ma'am," Izzie said, fighting back laughter.

"Mm hmm," the professor murmured, and then she got on with introducing the students to what the class would cover. But I couldn't pay attention. I was too busy watching the beautiful Latina, whose name I remembered to be Dr. Torres, pace back and forth across the front of the room. She had tight jeans on that hugged her curves exquisitely and a low cut shirt that showed just enough cleavage to make my heart race.

Stop.

I shook my head, trying to rid the dirty thoughts from head. She was my professor, and it was wrong on so many levels for me to even be having these thoughts. But I couldn't help it. She was just so damn beautiful.

Class was over, and Izzie nudged me in the shoulder to wake me from my daydreams and stand up. We hung in the back until the rest of the class had filed out, as Dr. Torres had asked to speak to us. She sat on the table in the front of the room and looked at us expectantly. My tall friend ducked behind me, pushing me towards the front of the room. I could hear her giggling in my ear.

"You two sure seem to be enjoying yourselves," Dr. Torres spoke as we stood a few feet in front of her. She had an annoyed look on her face, but I sensed a bit of humor in her eyes.

"No, ma'am!" Izzie shouted, standing as erect as possible, almost as if she were a soldier.

"Stevens, calm down," Dr. Torres said, leaning forward. "This isn't the army. And don't call me ma'am. While I admire the respect, it makes me feel old. And I'm not. So knock it off."

I fought back a laugh. She was feisty, and I loved it.

"You wanted to speak with us, Dr. Torres?" I choked out, trying to get this conversation over with so that Izzie and I could escape.

"She speaks!" Dr. Torres exclaimed, flashing a bright smile that made me weak in the knees. "I just wanted to let you guys know that I was giving you a hard time to set an example for the other students. I don't like tardiness, but I'm really not that mean."

I looked her in the eyes…her dark, beautiful eyes that I felt like I could get lost in. I quickly looked away because I didn't feel like turning this into an awkward situation.

"Wait, you're not mad?" Izzie questioned, sounding surprised.

Dr. Torres flashed a smile. "No, Stevens, I'm not mad. Promise."

"Oh my god, this is seriously awesome! You had me scared for a bit there, you trickster. Thanks Dr. T!" Izzie said, stretching out her arm to shake Dr. Torres's hand, who was giving her a strange look. I followed suit, which I immediately regretted. The moment I touched her hand, my whole body froze. Electricity coursed through my veins and my eyes connected with hers. And once again, it was just the two of us in the room and absolutely nothing else mattered. My tall, blonde best friend wasn't there smiling at me mischievously. Student's from the next class weren't slowly trickling in and finding seats. It was just Dr. Torres and me.

I was once again pulled from my dream land by Izzie, who grabbed my arm and started pulling me away. Dr. Torres gave an awkward laugh and waved goodbye as Izzie dragged me out the door.

"What the hell, A? You're totally making yourself obvious!" Izzie started once we were out of the Fine Arts building. "That was, like, the longest handshake in the history of handshakes! You are so into her, and you're not hiding it."

"Izzie, please…" I blushed.

"Oh my god. You're in love!" Izzie exclaimed, seeing how red my face was.

"Come on, Iz. I just met her."

"Love at first sight!" she sing-songed. I rolled my eyes and looped my arm through Izzie's, dragging her to our next class.

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Callie's POV

I packed up my bag and headed back to my office. I had finished my last class for the day and had office hours for the next three hours. I was hoping that no student would stop by because I just wanted some peace and quiet to go over my lesson plans once more. I sat down at my desk and grabbed my binder full of lesson plans. I mindlessly flipped through the pages, but found myself unable to concentrate. A certain blonde kept popping into my head.

She was adorable. She had the cutest name I had ever heard, her blue eyes were like an endless ocean, and her dimples popped every time she smiled. Her short blonde curls bounced with every step she took, and the way she said 'Dr. Torres" was like music to my ears.

I sighed and shook the thoughts out of my head. She was cute, yeah. I see lots of girls that are cute, but it doesn't mean anything. It just means that…they're cute.

"Long day?"

I spun around in my chair to find Addison standing in my doorway.

I smiled at her. "It was good, actually. I didn't have too much trouble finding my rooms, and the students all seem pretty nice."

"Oh, the students here are wonderful. I may be biased, but the art students are definitely the best," she smiled, sitting down on the couch I had put in my office.

I looked at the woman I had just met earlier that day. She was cute. Yeah, she was cute. And I had no attraction to her whatsoever. I smiled to myself, relieved.

"How has your first day been?" I asked, crossing my legs.

"Oh, you know. I have freshman mostly, and they are second on the list of the most tardiness, seniors being first. Freshmen have a good excuse though. They usually have no freakin' idea where their classrooms are. Seniors usually just feel too proud that they made it this far that they don't bother being on time to class. Arrogance if you ask me," Addison mused.

"I had two seniors late to my sculpting class this morning. They seemed like great girls though," I commented, a little taken aback by her blunt opinion. Not everyone is the same.

"Oh, really? Who were they?" Addison question, seeming interested.

"Umm, Izzie Stevens and Arizona Robbins," I answered nonchalantly, trying to suppress any thoughts about the latter girl.

"You have Arizona Robbins?" Addison smiled, scooting even closer to the edge of her seat.

"Uhh, yeah. Why?" This Arizona must be well known, at least in the art department.

Addison stood up and made her way to my door. I was surprised at her sudden movement, but she seemed to be on a mission. She stopped at my door and turned to look at me. "You coming? You're going to want to see this."

This had to be about Arizona. She was the last thing we were talking about before Addison stood up. What was it that Addison was wanting to show me? Maybe Arizona was known for sleeping with her professors, and Addison wanted to show me her record.

Wait, what?

I shoved my thoughts away and followed Addison through the hallways and down the stairs. She led me into a room that was full of cabinets with student names on them. She looked around for a bit and then seemed to find what she was looking for. She walked to one of the tall cabinets and opened the doors in a grand gesture. She looked at me as she stood in front of the cabinet proudly. I walked toward the cabinet slowly, pulling out the first thing my eyes landed on. It was a beautiful framed drawing of a little blonde girl picking flowers as her father watched on. It was hyper-realistic and the thought and time behind it must have been enormous. I carefully placed it back in the cabinet and pulled another hyper-realistic drawing of a couple on a beach at sunset. The colors in it were breathtaking and I couldn't help but run my fingers over the glass that protected it.

"These are…these are amazing," I said in awe, grabbing another piece out of the cabinet.

"These are Miss Arizona Robbins's pieces," Addison said proudly. My eyes bulged out of my head at her statement. She wasn't just cute…she was extremely talented.

"God, Callie. Knock it off," I thought to myself.

"We keep each student's best works throughout their college career for their senior showcase," Addison explained. I nodded in understanding, pulling more and more pieces out to admire.

"Well, you can stay here as long as you'd like…" Addison piped up, seeming to realize that I was entranced by the art work. "I'll be up in my office."

I heard her heels click away as I rummaged through Arizona's cabinet. Each of her pieces was magnificent and beautiful in its own way. They were mostly drawings with a few ceramics – paintings and sculptures would come this year. There was a beautiful ceramic vase, but I was too afraid to pick it up, as I had found myself shaking as I looked through her work. I put everything back, closed the cabinet, and made my way back up to my office. There was fresh coffee in the lounge, so I grabbed myself a cup and took a sip before getting back to my original plan – going over lesson plans.

I managed to work for about half an hour before I just couldn't concentrate anymore. I closed my binder with frustration and closed the door to my office, locking it and turning the lights off. I threw myself down on my couch, trying to relax my thoughts.

I just couldn't get Arizona out of my head.

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Arizona's POV

I just couldn't get Dr. Torres out of my head.

It didn't help that Izzie kept bringing it up.

"She was the valedictorian at Yale, A. Yale!" Izzie exclaimed, her laptop open on her lap. I scooted up next to her and looked at the screen. There was a picture of Dr. Torres in a cap and gown, standing in front of a podium speaking. I rolled my eyes and rested my head on Izzie's shoulder. She scrolled through an article which included more pictures of Dr. Torres.

I raised my head at the sound of the Townhome door opening. Lexie and April walked in, laughing at something unknown to me.

"Oh my god, guys. You will seriously never believe what happened today!" Izzie started.

"Izzie, come on!" I whined, rolling my eyes.

Lexie and April sat down across from us and looked at Izzie expectantly and excitedly.

"There's this new sculpting professor and our girl Arizona here totally has the hots for her," Izzie explained animatedly, turning her laptop with a picture of Dr. Torres on it to face them.

"Ooh, A, she is pretty!" April encouraged me while Lexie nodded in agreement.

"Guys, she's a professor!" I exclaimed, annoyed with their prodding.

"Which makes it even hotter," Lexie chimed in. I glared at her and she threw her hands up in defense.

"It's okay to crush on your teacher! I had a crush on my high school math teacher," April added, always the one trying to make peace even when we were just joking around with each other.

"This isn't a crush, guys! A's in love!" Izzie said dreamily. I smacked her playfully on the shoulder.

"I am not!"

The girls continued to pester me, with April's occasional peace keeping comment. I sat back, smiling and laughing at my friends debating my love life with each other. No matter how much I missed home and my mom and dad, this was great, too. My friends were everything. They kept me on my feet, they kept me sane. This was going to be a great year, and I give all the credit to the three beautiful, kind-hearted women sitting in front of me.

It blew my mind when I looked at the time and it was half past midnight. We were all starting to wind down, an occasional yawn escaping each of our mouths. April was the first to head to her room and Lexie followed shortly after. Izzie was a night owl, so she was usually the last one up. I got up to head to my own room and was stopped by the familiar voice of my best friend.

"Sleep tight, lover girl," she joked one last time.

"Night, Iz," I laughed, flipping her off behind my back. I padded into my room, throwing myself on my bed. I laid there for a while with my eyes closed, but I just wasn't tired. I grabbed my phone off of the bedside table and opened the search engine. My fingers did a little dance over the keyboard before I finally typed in 'Dr. Callie Torres". It came up with a list of results of the awards she's received and articles about her, but I jumped straight to the images. I tapped on an image of her that looked like a headshot. Why she would need those was beyond me, but the picture was beautiful nonetheless. I zoomed in on her face, so that it was mostly just her eyes on my screen. I screenshot the picture and snatched a sketchbook and pencils off of my desk.

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I looked at the clock when I was done with my work. It was 2:30 in the morning. I looked down at my sketchbook and it was almost as if those beautiful chocolate eyes were staring right back at me. This was insane. I felt like a pre-teen obsessing over a cute boy from a new boyband. I quickly closed my sketchbook and flopped back on my bed, burying myself deep in the covers. Maybe Izzie had been right…maybe I was in love with Dr. Torres. But how could I be? I didn't even know the woman. She seemed cool. She had explained herself to Izzie and me…all she wanted was respect and I can totally understand that, especially coming from a new teacher. I knew she was a great artist, even though I hadn't personally seen any of her works. You don't get first in your class at Yale with an art major if you aren't good. But other than that…I knew nothing about her. But I craved to know more. I wanted to know everything about that woman. I wanted to know every single detail from the moment she was born up until now. One thing I could assume, however, was that she barely knew I existed. I'm sure she met lots of new people today and that I, Arizona Robbins, was the least of Dr. Torres's concerns. Nonetheless, I was drawn to her for some unknown reason. Like a force was pulling me towards her.

I didn't get one wink of sleep that night.

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