The door is flung open by the blonde in front of me and I finally gather my surrounding and make to follow her. I manage to grasp the handle quick enough and mimic her previous movements. She's only a few feet ahead of my and my head drops down to give her a once over briefly but that soon turns into me openly gawking at the most perfect ass I have ever seen. Did she wear those jeans intentionally to show it off to fellow students? Or didn't she know that she has people salivating over her? I'm brought out of my reverie by that goddess's ass moving out of my vision and in its place a zipper covered crotch. Shit. Slowly raking my eyes up the front of a pink? Peach, maybe? Yeah peach blouse I am met with the amused smirk of no other but Arizona Robbins. I know that my tan complexion usually hides it well but the blush adorning every part of my upper body is clearly evident as Arizona lifts a neatly shaped eyebrow, her smirk growing on that gorgeous face of hers.
Before she has the chance to speak I finish catching up to her and with a quick apology ask what she has first. And with a slight giggle she responds, "Well, Calliope, it seems I share your Chemistry class first up. Oh, and all but one other class too, lucky you." She finishes with a wink. Even your breathing out you moron I berate myself and manage an uneasy smile. I can hear her speaking, probably explaining each of these rooms we keep passing, but I'm only focusing on her mouth and those lips. Of course I get stuck with the hottest person alive to give me a tour and she's probably straight and I couldn't possibly make more of a fool out of myse-. I'm suddenly cut off from my inner monologues as a flying piece of metal smacks me right in the face. Not having been prepared for that I'm thrown off my balance and land smack bang on my butt. Great, guess I was wrong about that. I just close my eyes in defeat and let out a monstrous sigh, wishing the world would open me up and swallow my embarrassed body up whole. The light over my eyes becomes shadowed and a soft had strokes my forehead and all the way down to cup my cheek. Now I hear the wobbly words of someone, the person touching me. "Calliope, Callie, honey? Come on, open your eyes. Are you okay?" her voice is like a symphony just for me and I never want the show to stop.
I can not believe what just happened. Did it really just happen? I know she wasn't entirely focused on what I was saying but was she that distracted? My mind can't stop racing with all of these thoughts and I am fast to crouch beside her. I don't know if she's more hurt or embarrassed but at this stage all I want is to see those soulful brown eyes and to know she's okay. Her face is so soft and my mouth open, saying something I couldn't repeat if I wanted to because I am too distracted by being so close to her, to those ridiculously plump lips. I wonder how they fee. Mayb-. I'm cut off as her left eyelid peeks open almost unnoticeably. "Honey, please say something. Are you okay? Can you get up?" my soft voice seems to bring her back to the current situation and I'm now greeted with those gorgeous eyes I know I'll dream about. "I'm okay." Her voice rasps out and I let out a quick breath. She tries to sit up and so I gently place my hands on her hips, careful to avoid the skin now showing from her deep purple shirt having ridden up due to the fall. The bell rings and echoes through the hall and in a moment everyone disappears.
I jerk my head back in the direction of the damsel in distress, haha good one Arizona. Oh Shut up you're such a loser. Coming out of my thoughts I realise I was looking her way because one of her hands is now covering mine while the other rubs her forehead gently. There, leaning against the lockers with her hand on mine I realise something, I am so screwed. I take the leap and gently glide my thumb over her waist in what I hope is a comforting gesture and her hand pressed to her head stills. Shit. I make to move my hand both from her grasp and waist when she stops me with both delicate tan hands now covering mine. Our eyes locked and you could ask me what 2 + 2 is and I'd still say Calliope. The anticipation is killing me as I notice this curvaceous woman leaning towards me and I can not contain myself any longer. Closing the already minimal gap I press my lips onto what I could only describe as clouds of pure happiness and bliss. My eyes were tightly sealed and as I lean my forehead against the one in front of me she recoils. Way to go Arizona! Shit. Only when my eyes snap open I see her eyes, now darkened, starring directly at my lips and when she noticed me she points up at the lockers and I can't help but close my eyes and laugh."Sorry," I manage to mumble and go to pull myself up "about, uh, both, you know." I struggle to get out. A light grip on my wrist halts my movements and I'm quickly pulled into something I know I'll never be able to live with out. Our gazes lock and with a slight giggle I lift her and myself up. "Never apologise for kissing me." Callie whispers. Did not see that coming.
What the actual heck! Oh my! No way! She kissed me first! And then I kissed her? What the heck are we doing? We are so late for class. I recite repeatedly as Arizona drags me a few classrooms down to what I assume is our Chemistry class. With a quick knock she enters and I follow, narrowly managing to not trip over a chair right inside the classroom. Why would anyone put a chair there? But as I question the stupidity of that decision her voice cuts me off. Her. The her that kissed me. Her. Ugh what am I? A lovesick puppy? Again I am brought out of my thoughts and manage to catch the last of her sentence. Oh, apologising for being late is probably wise. I also mumble a quick apology and we are sent to our seats. I turn my head slightly and catch those piercing blue eyes that trapped me the minute I saw them starring at me intensely. Then she laughs and I can't help but join. What a start to the year.
