It's the 3rd week of college. I have to stay after my classes with Professor Torres because I'm her assistant. I don't mind though.
"Will you go get a pair of dissection scissors from the closet?"
"Yeah, sure. What's the code?"
"0831."
"What's the significance?"
"My birthday."
"Oh, really? Mine's the 9th."
"That's cool. Happy late birthday, then."
"Same goes for you." I carry the scissors back into the classroom and I go to put them on the table, but I drop some of them. I bend down to pick them up and I can hear Ms. Torres rushing over to help me pick them up. There's only one pair left and we both grab it, her hand on mine. I look up at her and she's looking right at me. I want to just pull my hand away, but I can't move. I feel my cheeks get hot from blushing as she stares me in the eyes
"Arizona."
"Hmm."
"Do you find me attractive?"
"Uhh.. I mean, yeah.. No, no.. Yeah.. I don't know." I went to go say more, but all of my air escapes from my lungs when she puts her hand on my knee. She slowly moves her hand up my leg and grabs my hip, pulling me toward her. I start to say something, but her lips collide with mine and my body doesn't respond the way my brain is. My brain is cautious like what if someone sees us. My body, on the other hand, is liking it, kissing back, putting my hand in her hair.
"Callie, I need to speak with you! Where are you?" Ms. Torres pushes herself off of me before standing up.
"What were you doing behind your table?"
"Oh Dean Fost... Foster, some.. Something fell and I.. I was picking it up." He looks down at me.
"It looks like more of a someone fell." I hold up the last pair of scissors before getting up.
"Umm.. If you're not too busy, I really need to speak with you."
"About what?"
"Something personal."
"God, if it's Mark again. Tell him to back off. I don't want to speak to him, I don't want him in my life. I don't want to see or think or hear about him ever again. Now, if that's all, I'm going to ask you to leave."
"Okay." He leaves and Ms. Torres looks aggravated
"So, you're first name's Callie?"
"Yep, don't wear it out."
"Well, I like it, Callie." She blushes, but I can barely see it through her caramel-colored skin.
"Hey, listen. A few of my friends are getting together tomorrow night. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. The person without a date usually gets made fun of."
"So, you're asking me out on a date."
"Yeah, if that's what you want it to be."
"Well, I'm flattered, but you're a new professor here and it would be wrong." I say mockingly
"So, you don't want to go because, if not, I could find some other gorgeous blonde."
"No, no, no, I'll go. But it's not a date unless we kiss."
"Oh, do you want to rehearse this kiss." She steps closer to me.
"Mmm, I'd love to." I wrap my arms up over her neck and she wraps her arms around my waist. I lean in to kiss her, but stop right before our lips touch, teasing her. She leans in to connect the kiss, but I pull my head back. She grunts and opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off by kissing her. My tongue sweeps across her bottom lip, asking for permission, which is granted. Our tongues wrap in each others as a phone rings. We break the kiss and decide that it's her phone. She picks it up and after whispering a few things and then yelling for them to shut up, she hangs up the phone. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to go. I'm sorry. Here's the address to my friends house where the get together will be at tomorrow at 6." She writes something down on a piece of paper before handing it to me and gathering her things. We walk out of her room together, but go our separate ways. When I get to my locker, I put in the combination and a sticky note falls out. I pick it up
My car broke down. Had to take yours. Sorry. Maybe Professor McHotty Pants can drive you home
-Christina
I hurriedly throw my books into my locker and fast walk to the staff parking lot, hoping to catch Professor Torres. There's only a couple cars left in the parking lot that is usually littered with cars. I easily find her and walk up to her. She's bent over, looking for something on the floor of her car
"1957 Ford Thunderbird, right, Callie?"
"Oh, Arizona. Yeah, right. How'd you know?"
"I've always kinda been fond of old cars."
"Hmm, really?"
"Yeah, I kinda need a favor."
"Go ahead."
"Can you give me a drive home? My friend's car broke down so she drove mine home."
"Of course. Where do you live?" I tell her where I live as we get into her car. The car ride is pretty quiet until she breaks the silence
"So, you like older cars. Do you have one?"
"No, I drive a Ford Mustang."
"Oh, okay." She pulls into my driveway.
"Thank you so much," I say before getting out of her car. I don't hear her car drive off until I open the front door.
"So, did Professor McHotty drive you home."
"No, but Professor Torres did."
"So, she's not McHotty anymore."
"She is, she is."
I only have an hour until I have to be at Callie's friend's house and I have no idea what to wear. I have 3 dresses laying out on my bed. I already have my hair and makeup done. Meredith walks into my room
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going out tonight and I don't know what to wear."
"Just pick a dress and wear it."
"It's a little important what I wear."
"Hmm. Going on a date?"
"Yes, I mean, I guess you could call it that."
"What do you mean?"
"It's just a couple of her friends getting together."
"So, you don't know what to wear."
"No idea." She opens my closet and pulls out a red dress
"Where this. It says that you're professional, but also hot."
"Okay, thanks." She walks out of my room so I can get dressed. I put on some black heels before leaving. I put the address in my GPS and follow the directions. It takes me to an apartment complex. I get out of my car and see the light blue 1957 Ford Thunderbird. I walk into the building and get in the elevator to the 2nd floor. I find the number of the room that she had written and I knock. Someone I don't know opens the door, but I see her standing off by a few other people. She looks at me
"Mine's here." I walk up to her and she kisses me on the cheek. She shoos the people off that she was previously talking to
"You look very nice." She looks me up and down, lingering a bit longer on my cleavage.
"Thank you. You look nice yourself. I didn't know if it was formal or whatever so I dressed in between."
"Well, it's perfect. Do you want anything to drink? There's champagne... Wine..."
"Wine, please."
"Red or white."
"White."
"Okay, I'll be right back." She walks off and I look around at everyone in the room before a blonde woman walks up to me, the same woman that answered the door."
"Hi, you must be Arizona."
"Yes, that's me."
"I'm Kim."
"Nice to meet you, Kim."
"Nice to meet you too."
"I've heard a lot about you."
"Oh, really. I hope good things."
"Yes, a lot of good things. The second I found out that Calliope. The Calliope Torres met someone she was into, I knew I had to meet them."
"She didn't.. umm.. Tell you where we met, did she?"
"Oh, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with meeting someone at a bar."
"Oh, I just..."
"Here's your white wine."
"Thank you, Calliope. Umm... Can I talk to you?" Completely oblivious to me calling her Calliope
"Yeah, of course." She grabs my hand and pulls me off into a room.
"You told them that we met at a bar?"
"Yeah, what else was I supposed to tell them. They would kill me if they knew you were my student."
"Are you embarrassed that I'm your student?"
"No, no, no, not at all. It's just, my friends have been a bit judgmental towards the people I have dated in the past and I didn't want them to judge you."
"I don't care what people think about me."
"Well, I do."
"You are embarrassed that I'm your stu-!" She kisses me on the lips. She pushes me back until I feel my legs press against the bed frame. I fall back onto the bed before motioning for her to get on the bed too. She crawls on top of me and straddles my lap, leaning down and kissing me. I pull her shirt up over her head and throw it on the floor. The door opens and then quickly shuts again. Someone knocks
"Callie, Arizona, the food's ready."
"K, thanks." She crawls off the bed and puts her shirt back on.
We are all done eating, but we are talking... and drinking. Drinking a lot, to be honest. Callie's hand is on my thigh and with every drink, it gets higher up my leg. I changed clothes because a drink got spilled down my dress. I drink the last of my wine and whisper
"I'm gonna grab a cab home. Feel free to tag along." into Callie's ear. I walk out of the apartment after putting my coat back on.
"Wait up!" I turn around and Callie is walking towards me. She wraps her arm around my shoulder as we wait for a cab.
Christina's POV
My boyfriend, Kevin, and I are just sitting on my couch when the door opens. Arizona and Professor Torres stumble in, kissing. Zona leads her to her room, but before they go into her room, Professor Torres takes Arizona's shirt off and throws it, landing on my boyfriend. She picks Zona up and carries her into her room and shuts the door.
"We have to get our own place"
"Yep."