Callie's POV
Arizona and I decided to hang out at an indoor park. We needed someplace to get our tutor-tutee session in. This was an easy pick because it's not too far from the school. We exchanged contact information as per the perky blonde's request. She's been snap-chatting me ever since(we have a two-day streak now). Yesterday was bad schedule wise for us to meet up so we finally got to do this about three days after I was made me her tutor. In case, you're wondering I did end up deciding to help her after all. It wasn't much of a choice, she's a great person and she doesn't deserve to fail. The last few days have proven that.
Once we're seated, I get right into it. I start off by asking,"So do you know how to conjugate verbs?'
She twists her hand slowly and says, "Somewhat. I think I remember most of it." I take out a small index card that I made. It shows the conjugations for each noun or pronoun. It features yo, tu, vosotros, ella/el,nosotros and ellas/ellos. Arizona takes the card from my hand and studies it. I observe her as she quietly mouths out the words. She goes over the conjugations. She continues until she's stumped. I know she's stuck in that she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. I look away for a moment as I don't want to be caught staring.
I take a small breath and ask, "Do you need help?" Arizona nods. She then asks, "How do you say this?" She points to the 'ar' verb ending for vosotros. I respond, "ais."
The girl sitting next to me furrows her brows. I go on in explanation, "Uh, for example, vosotros hablais."
"And that means, you all speak?"
"It does. Do you want to practice saying it?" Her nose scrunches on the right side. She's about to say no. I make a hand gesture telling her to go ahead. She makes her first attempt at pronouncing "hablais." She wasn't satisfied with how she sounded so she tries again.
Arizona states, "It sounds so much better coming from your mouth." I chuckle a little but it sounds more like blowing air through my nose. Real attractive Callie. What are you going to do next? Snort? If I do that I'd probably have to move.
She's now weirdly peering at me. I turn my head to the side to face her. Through body language, I'm requesting that she says whatever it is she says whatever it is she's thinking os saying.. Arizona adheres to my cue as she asks, "Are you a lesbian?" Though that isn't a bad or unwarranted question, it just, I don't know..
"Like I know you said that you're okay with kissing a girl but what else would you be okay with doing with a girl?" The answer to this isn't on my index cards. The answer is yes, I'm just a little taken back with how forward this girl is being right now.
"I don't see how that's any of your business Arizona but yes, yes I am a lesbian." There you have it, my not-so-secret is out. I'm definitely not secretive about my sexuality, I've never been asked about it so casually or at all really.
She gives me a nonchalant look as she states, "I figured. I'm not judging or anything Callie, I was just curious."
"You were curious about what I do with girls?"
She responds,"Yup. I was, and now that you've answered my question I'm no longer curious. We can go back to Spanish."
"Nah, before we do go back to Spanish, can I ask you something?"
"That was a question but sure, go ahead." If I didn't want to know the answer to this so badly I would do a mean eye roll. I hate when people do that, I was only being polite
I inquire,"You're straight like completely one hundred percent straight?"
"I believe so, yeah. Why did you ask? Is it gaydar? Is that a real thing? Oh my god am I on your gaydar?!" So much for the whole, no one is one hundred percent straight thing. I kinda wish that were true. Why couldn't she have said like ninety percent? At least I would have some hope or something.
"I don't speak for every gay person but I personally don't have gaydar." You'd have to wear an 'I'm a lesbian' sign on your forehead for me to know that you're a fellow lady lover. Clothing, hair and all that other crap aren't telling for me. Ending my inner mini-discussion I add, "And I asked because I was uh-curious too I guess."
"Okay, now I need help with grammar." And I need help getting over you.
Arizona and I live on separate sides of town, though it's only a walk for the both of us to get home. I went one way and she went the other. Luckily it's still light out so my mom won't be upset with me.
Entering my house, I hear my mom in the kitchen. Hopefully, she's not fighting with the dishwasher or the oven again. My mom loves to cook, so much so that she's always breaking things in our kitchen. Let me correct myself, she loves to cook for dinner. She got me into helping her cook at a fairly young age. I think she tries to make up for the fact that she spoiled Aria. Yeah, that's my older sister. The older sister that doesn't do anything around here. Most of the time, she doesn't even listen to mom, so there's that. I'm pretty sure she's not even home.
I announce in a respectable pitch,"Mama, I'm home!" I place my backpack on the bench in the entryway. I'll put it away later.
"Mi Corazon, I'm in the kitchen." My mom refers to me as her heart. I used to be embarrassed by the term of endearment, I love it now. It's really sweet. I go to join my mother in the kitchen. With floured hands, she greets me with a cheek to cheek kiss.
"How was school?"
"School was school. How was your day?"
"I hosted the book club today so it was chaotic for a while." She complains but I know she had fun. I'm grateful for her friend group as they give her company when I'm not here. Walking up to the sink, I wash my hands to get ready to jump in. Mom's kneading the dough for the Gorditas(Mexican Flatbread). I aid her in rolling the dough into balls. We make about twelve of them. Mom grabs the tortilla presser while I grab the frying pan and some oil. I preheat the oil to about three hundred degrees Fahrenheit then start to fry the pastry.
"I already made the fillings. Your chicken tinga is in the oven along with some ground beef." Thanks, momma! Chicken Tinga is my favorite thing to eat. Ground beef is Aria's favorite. I'm assuming she'll eat that later tonight and not at dinner time.
Arizona's POV
Being home alone is a common occurrence for me as my mom works late nights. She's an emergency room doctor who mostly works evening and night shifts. I've gotten into the habit of having friends over. Like most nights, Mark, Lexie, Derek, and Alex are all here. Derek comes less frequently as his mom is strict. Mark taunts him about Ms. Grey being his mother. I don't get it though; she's a cool teacher. I don't see a problem with her wanting her son home for dinner on some nights. Mark's probably mad because his parents genuinely don't care about his well-being(but that's what he's got us for, we love him enough for both his parents).
We're doing homework in a group setting. We don't have all classes together but it's motivating if we all do our work at the same time. I'm up to Math. Alex is on Science and the others are on different subjects. I'm good at Math, I don't need assistance with that. I'm pretty good in all my other classes actually, I only need a little extra assistance in Spanish. To be clear I'm scared of not being able to pass the A.P test, not the class.
Speaking of Spanish, I found out something interesting about my tutor today. She's a lesbian! I was curious so I asked. I told her I'm not anymore but I lied. I don't usually lie, I don't believe there is often a need to. This time, I needed to lie. I couldn't ask or talk to her about the things that were on my mind. It would have been inappropriate. We aren't that close for me to ask anyway. I almost said the things that were on my mind though. It's the Mark effect, he talks so freely about sex and stuff that I sometimes forget proper etiquette when in the company of normal people.
Alex turns to me, "What are you thinking about? Is it me?" Nope.
"Did you know Callie's a lesbian?" Shoot! I think I just outed her. I know that I shouldn't go around saying that but it just came out.
"Everyone knows that. She was with that Vannessa chick last year." Vanessa? Vanessa...Vanessa... Oh, Vanessa Carl! Eh, really that's her type? Well, I guess I didn't out her. Remember when I said, Callie, kissing a girl was hot? it is no longer hot. Picturing her kissing Vanessa is anything but hot.
"Oh, that's cool." I'm about to be finished with Geometry so I move off into the living room to watch tv. Re-runs of "Friends" is on, so I'm enjoying myself. Rachel is the reason anyone would ever watch this show. Anyone but me, I watch for Monica. She's a brunette who cooks, the one thing better than that is a blonde who eats. Wink, wink. I understand that my boyfriend's a guy and blonde but that's beside the point. To my credit, I don't care for every single brunette girl I see. I just have girl crushes on specific ones.
I take a selfie to send to Callie via Snapchat. In the picture, I have my finger on my chin with the caption, "Now that I really think about it, I'm like eighty percent straight." As I put my phone down Alex comes into the living room. He informs me, "I sent everyone home so we could have some time to ourselves." Yeah right! I know Mark probably left to do whatever he does with Lexie and Derek's mom told him to come home. While, I know all this, I play along.
Alex sits beside me and I turn to kiss her and I mean really kiss him.
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