Arizona's POV
It's the morning after the get together with some of Professor Torres' friends. I am in an extremely good mood this morning so I decide to get dressed and fix breakfast; blueberry pancakes. I don't worry about waking everyone up. I'm just gonna let the smell of the pancakes wake them up. The first person to walk down the stairs is Meredith
"Good morning."
"Really good morning to you too," I reply
"You're in a really good mood."
"Really? I hadn't noticed."
"Why, exactly, are you in a good mood?"
"She got laid," Christina says as she sits next to Meredith at the bar.
"Ooo, details."
"Professor McHotty Pants," Christina says
"Really? Professor McHotty Pants got into your pants."
"Guys, stop calling her that. She has an actual name."
"And what is that?"
"Callie Torres."
"Oh, is that the girl you brought home yesterday?" Owen asks
"Yes," Meredith and Christina say in unison, exaggeratedly.
"Okay, breakfast is served." Callie stumbles out of my room
"Oh, you have roommates," she looks at Christina. "Who are my students?" She covers her face with her purse.
"Professor Torres."
"Christina."
"You should stay for breakfast," Meredith says
"No, I should really get back, change, you know, get to school," she looks at the clock. "Shit, I'm going to be late."
"You can take a pancake on the road."
"No, I'm good. I just won't eat breakfast this morning." She shuts the door behind her
We just got to campus. I go straight to Professor Torres' room. She has her nose buried in an anatomy book so she doesn't notice me. I walk down the stairs until I'm in front of her desk
"Oh, Arizona."
"Good morning."
"What's that?" She gestures to the container in my hand
"Your breakfast."
"Oh, you didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
"Well, thank you." She opens the container and starts eating the pancake as she continues to read the anatomy book
"What are you doing?"
"Deciding what part of the brain to talk about today."
"What were you thinking about talking about?"
"I have no idea."
"Well, I'll leave you to that."
"Oh, sorry about this morning. I just.. I didn't know you had roommates. Let alone, students of mine."
"Yeah, I guess I should've mentioned that. I'm sorry. They won't say anything about, you know, us."
"It's not that. I just didn't plan on staying the night, but you wanted to snuggle and it made me fall asleep. I just didn't expect to be greeted by students of mine and breakfast in the morning."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."
"It's okay." She hands me the, now, empty container back. "Thanks again for the breakfast."
"No problem... Well, I'll see you during class."
"Yep."
"So, Professor McHotty Pants ate the breakfast?"
"Yep."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. She was just so uncomfortable this morning."
"Why?"
"Getting welcomed in the morning by breakfast and a roommates, let alone roommates that are her students."
"She knows we won't say anything, right?"
"Yeah, I told her, but it did little to reassure her."
"That sucks."
"Yeah, it does." Meredith walks up to us
"What was with Professor McHotty Pants this morning?"
"She was just a little shocked to wake up to all of my roommates, them being her students."
"Oh.."
"Yeah."
"Anyways, how was it?"
"How was what?"
"The McSex with McHotty Pants."
"Stop calling her that. She has a name"
"Don't try to change the subject."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are. How was it?"
"It was good, okay."
"Like how good."
"Really good. That's all I'm telling you. She probably doesn't want you guys to know about it."
"We already know about it. Trust me, we all heard it." I blush.
"McHotty Pants is McLoud Pants."
"Oh, my God."
"Is she McGood in bed?"
"Will you two shut up?"
"Shut up about what," Owen asks as he walks up to us
"McSex with McHotty Pants."
"I'm leaving." He walks off
"Um.. Excuse me ladies." A man asks as he walks up to us. Obviously not a student here. "Can you help me find someone's room?"
"Who are you?"
"Mark.. Mark Dane. Can you?"
"Who's room?"
"Professor Torres."
"Yeah, she's very familiar with where her room is. She can take you," Meredith says as she pushes me to him
"Okay."
"Umm.. This way." I start walking back to her room. I walk in and she's still buried in that same anatomy book. She hears me this time and looks up at me as I walk through the door.
"Arizona." A huge smiles appears on her face, but quickly changes to an angry face. "Mark."
"Just hear me out."
"No."
"I want you back in my life. Baby, I miss you."
"I'm not your baby!"
"Don't deny it. You love me."
"I used to, Mark. Now, you're a dick."
"Oh, how you used to love my di.."
"I'm seeing someone right now and she's great, Mark. I'm really into her and you being here can possibly ruin things with her."
"Do I know them?" She looks back up at me
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"Who is it? Did Addy finally go after you?"
"No, wait, Monty?"
"Yeah, she's had a crush on you for awhile."
"Oh, I didn't know, but no, it's not her."
"Who is it then?"
"It's none of your goddamn business, Mark."
"Okay, whatever. You had your chance to get me back. It's your loss."
"No, you cheated on me. It's your loss."
"Whatever." He storms back out of her room
"Ex's, uh.. They suck."
"No kidding."
"So... You're really into me?"
"Umm.. Did I say that?"
"Don't worry. The feelings mutual."
"Really?"
"Really." I take the book from her hands and toss it on the ground before sitting on her desk in front of her. She wraps her arms around my hips, spreading my legs apart so she can get closer to me, as I cup her face with my hands. She goes to kiss me on the lips when the door opens again. She quickly pushes herself away from me. I close my legs as I turn around to see Mark standing at the top of the stairs with his hand over his mouth
"Really? Your student. I didn't know you stooped so low. Do you know how wrong that is?"
"Mark." He goes to turn around, but she runs up to stop him. "You can't say anything."
"Why shouldn't I? I mean, come on, you basically left me for a student of yours. She looks barely out of high school."
"I'm 21, thank you."
"Close enough. Why shouldn't I go to the Dean and tell him about your little relationship."
"Because you wouldn't stoop that low."
"It's not stooping low if it's doing the right thing."
"By school policies, it might be the right thing, but for me, it's not the right thing. No matter how mad you are at me, I don't think you would ever hurt me that bad."
"Mad at you? I'm not mad; I'm disappointed. You left me for a student of yours."
"I didn't leave you just to leave you. You cheated on me!"
"People make mistakes and I'm telling you this now. You're making a mistake."
"You'll be making a mistake if you go to the Dean!" she shouts as he walks out of her room once again. She looks at me, still sitting on her desk.
"Oh, Arizona. If he tells, you could get kicked out. I could lose my job."
"Just have faith in him that he has the heart not to tell."
"That's the thing. I don't think he has a heart."
"Just have faith in him." She wraps her arms back around my hips as she starts to cry. I start to draw random designs on her back with my finger. Her crying starts to calm down
"So, you're bisexual."
"Yeah, I guess, but I don't like to label myself."
"Neither do I."
There's 5 minutes until class starts. I walk into Professor Torres' classroom. I try to avoid eye contact, but I can feel her eyes burning holes in my skin as she scans my body up and down. I can't take it any longer so I look up at her. She is looking right into my eyes as I sit down. I give her a simple smile, causing her to smile back.
"Enough eye sex, okay," Christina says, making me jump
"What are you talking about?"
"Dude, I can tell by the way you two are looking at each other, you would jump on her and have lesbian sex. Right here, right now."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Mmhmm, sure you don't."
"Okay, class. Go ahead and get settled down. Make sure you email the bell ringer to me." I look up at the board. The bell ringer is 'How does the brain develop?'
Arizona Robbins
Professor Torres
10/4/16
How does the brain develop?
An expansion of the anterior or rostral end of the neural tube, constrictions appear, dividing the developing brain into three major regions- forebrain, midbrain, and hindbrain. The remainder of the neural tube becomes the spinal cord.
Do you want to go out with me this weekend?
I email it to her. I watch her look at her computer, back up at me, then back at her computer
"Umm.. Arizona, will you help me get something from the closet?" I stand up and walk down to her desk
"Yeah, sure." I follow her into the closet. She shuts and locks the door after turning on the light. "Did you get my little message?"
"I did."
"So..."
"I can't do this."
"What do you mean?"
"It's too risky. I could lose my job and you could get kicked out."
"I don't care if I get kicked out. I really want to see if this will work out. I want us to be together."
"That's the thing. It won't work out."
"What makes you think that?"
"Because it's wrong. It's so wrong. Someone is bound to find out and take it to the Dean."
"Stop thinking the worst of things."
"Stop thinking that nothing bad ever happens." I bite my lip, unsure of what to say next. I place my hand on her shoulder. She wraps her arm around my waist as she leans in to kiss me, but she stops
"I'm so.." I kiss her before she can finish. She pulls away. "We should get back out there before people start to get suspicious."
"Christina probably got suspicious the second you shut the door." She doesn't reply; she just walks out of the room with a covered up jar.
"Okay, class. Sorry 'bout that. Let's get started. Can anyone tell me what this is?" She says as I walk to my seat and sit down. She uncovers the jar to reveal a brain. "If you don't know what this is, you might want to seriously reconsider what you're majoring in." She calls on a guy in the front row
"A brain."
"Good. Does anybody want to volunteer to hold it?" Everyone raises their hand, but me. "Arizona. Why don't you come down here?" I get up from my seat and walk to where she is standing. "Just reach in there and grab it." I put on some gloves and pick it up out of the jar.
"Ooh, It's heavier than I expected."
"The average adult human brain weighs in at 1300 to 1400 grams, or around 3 pounds. Now, Arizona, can you tell me the different parts of the brain."
"Okay.. Umm.. The frontal lobe, Broca area, motor strip, sensory strip, parietal lobe, occipital lobe, cerebellum, temporal lobe, Wernicke area," I say as I point to them.
"Good."
"Professor Torres, what was that one thing you were talking about last night."
"The arcuate fasciculus. A bundle of axons that forms part of the superior longitudinal fasciculus. Do you remember what it bidirectionally connects?"
"Oh, umm... I don't.. I don't remember exactly."
"Oh, sure you do."
"Umm.. Oh, yeah, the caudal temporal cortex and inferior parietal cortex to locations in the frontal lobe, right?"
"Yes, that is very right. You can go back to your seat." I hand the brain back to her, take the gloves off, and walk back to my seat.
"She's picking favorites," Christina whispers when I get back to my seat. Professor Torres sits down in her seat and starts doing stuff on her computer.
"Okay, get a piece of paper out. We are going to take notes." She goes to open the PowerPoint, but she opens a picture instead. When it loads, I scrunch down in my seat. It's of me and her at her friend's get together thing. She quickly exits out of it as everyone turns their head to me, then to her, then finally back at me. I can feel my face red hot with blush.
"Is there something going on between you two?" The guy next to me asks
"No, no. We just got together and talked yesterday."
"Like a date?"
"No, we just talked about things to do during class today. She needed some ideas."
"Mmhmm. I'm Eric Sloan, by the way."
"I know who you are. You're the biggest man whore on this campus."
"Ouch."
"You might want to ice that burn," Christina butts in.
I am packing up my stuff because class just ended. Everyone is pretty much gone and I hear my name. I look in the direction from which it came from; It's Professor Torres
"I'm going to pick you up at your house on Friday at 6. Go out on an actual first date."
"Where are we going?"
"My favorite place here in Seattle."
"That gives me a lot of information."
"Emerald City Bar."
"Ooo, I've never been there."
"I always hang out there. You'll have fun."
"Okay, it's a date."