A.N. Wow, these holidays have provided me with many an idea and heaps of time to write which means you get this! I SUUUUPER long chapter for me. (2500 words its crazy!) Some things in this chapter aren't rounded off or explained well and all I can say is that wait and all will be told in its due course.

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-THIS IS STARTING TO GET SUUUPER ANNOYING-

"Calliope," I said, smiling a greeting at the gorgeous brunette as I walked into school the next day, extremely glad to see her return my smile.

"Hey Arizona," she said and the night spent without her must have made me unused to her voice because as soon as I heard her say my name in that husky voice my thoughts went right back to last night's dream and I fought internally so a huge blush didn't show on my face.

"So Mark and I were talking last night and we were saying that we kinda need a 'Welcome to the School' party for you. Well for Mark it was pretty much an excuse to get drunk but what do you think?"

She turned to face me and I could tell by her rushed words and jumpy eyes that she was nervous and my smile grew even bigger. Who ever knew a nervous Calliope was so hot?

"We haven't planned anything and if you think it's a stupid idea then don't worry but-" she ranted, worried that my admiring silence was really one of uninterest. Which it totally wasn't because I loved any excuse for a party so I put my finger on her lips, effectively stopping her from talking but I didn't think of the consequences and I'm pretty sure my pale skin was tinged bright red from my ears down the stiff blue material of my school shirt. Her lips were so soft and her huge brown eyes were looking at me with a hint of curiosity and a whole heap of shock and I yelled at myself in my head to remove my finger before she noticed me hesitating.

I cleared my throat awkwardly and I swore I could see the faintest blush under Calliope's super tanned skin and I wished my own beet red face could be so inconspicuous.

"That sounds fantastic," I said, once I remembered what she had been ranting about in the first place. "Do you have a date in mind?"

I saw her take a deep breath and I the goofy smile that had been on my face since touching my finger to her lips. Mmm her soft, luscious, talented-

No. No dirty thinking Arizona.

"I was thinking this weekend but if that's too soon then-"

"It's perfect," I replied, flashing the trusted dimples and sure enough there was that slight pink tinge to her brown cheeks. "What do you have first?" I innocently changed the subject.

"English." SCORE

"Me too, race you there!" I said because all of a sudden I had the biggest burst of energy and even though I had no clue where I was going I sprinted off in a random direction, Calliope's laughter following me down the hallway.

"Oi, Speed Racer!" she yelled at me. "Other way!"

I came screaming back down the corridor and on the way past, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her so she was running with me, her incredulous, shocked but extremely happy face stuck in my mind as I dodged, students, teachers and walls.

I loved running. Not running to get fit on a treadmill with your eyes stuck on a bland wall in a gym but the kind of running that you did simply because you could; because you were young and terribly happy and because at that moment Calliope was laughing as I dragged her through the halls at about half the speed I wanted to go.

Sure people looked at us but at that moment I didn't really mind and I knew that it was a possibility that all my carefulness yesterday may be ruined and I may be cast into the group of losers but her laugh was infectious and that was what was filling my senses not the stares of other students. Those slow students, tired even before first lesson.

Soon, she was meeting me stride for stride and I wasn't pulling her at all. I didn't let go of her hand though, I just increased my pace until it felt like I was flying before coming to a dead stop; Calliope crashing right into the back of me.

"Oof," we both grunted as I hit the ground and she hit me. I was getting flashbacks from yesterday when I had landed on my ass.

"Whadja stop for," Calliope groaned but she didn't make any effort to move and the feel of her pressed against my bad was a little overwhelming and I may have lost my train of thought for a few seconds. I soon picked it up though and started giggling.

"I had no clue where I was going."

Calliope looked at me incredulously. Okay, well technically I couldn't see her coz she was on top of me but I can imagine her doing that. She cracked up laughing and I tried to but the whole on top of me thing was starting to wear out and I was finding it harder and harder to breath and my laughing turned into these funny little gasp things.

"Oops, my bad," I felt her flush and if I thought the heat from her skin was bad before then this was torture. Sweet, sexy torture. She got off of me and although my oxygen deprived lungs were thanking me there was a part of me that wanted to jump right back under her.

Her blush was adorable and I'm sure I had a much more impressive one on my face but I took her offered hand anyway but I pulled a little bit harder than I should have and she ended up on top of me again. Gee, I should be careful what I wish for!

It wasn't awkward at all as both of us were pissing ourselves laughing, Calliope rolling off me so I could breathe at the same time.

We were so absorbed in dying from laughter that I didn't notice a girl standing over the two of us, glaring at Calliope.

"Oi, Callie!," the girl yelled grumpily and I felt my super happy mood fade slightly. The girl was asian looking and even grumpier looking. I wondered how Calliope knew her.

"Oh hey Christina," she said, a huge smile still on her face and I wondered how this Christina girl could stay so grumpy looking at that face.

"Here's your Chemistry homework." Wow, this girl really didn't like to talk a lot. She was very....to the point. She handed Calliope a book and I saw her look up at Christina, thanks written all over her face. "Thanks heaps! Davidson would have killed me if I didn't get that in."

Christina walked off quickly after that and we slowly got up, brushing dirt off of our uniforms and trying to retain at least a little bit of dignity.

"Who was that?" I asked, not eager to have to learn more names but wanting to know Calliope's, in want of a better word, friend.

"Oh, that's Christina Yang. She's my neighbour. She's a little...rough around the edges but she's great." I could tell by the way she talked about her that she admired Christina a lot. "She's in Year 10 but she steals all my homework and does it as well as her own."

"Wow," was all I could say to that. That would be a major work load!

"Shit!" Calliope said and I giggled inappropriately. Come on Robbins! What are you, ten? Laughing at swear words. Her next words stopped the giggles though and she started pulling me in another direction before she had even finished. "We're gunna be late and Ms. Hicks will kill us!"

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We tried to be inconspicuous as Callie opened the door and snuck around to the only pair of tables left. Of course they had to be at the front on the far side of the room.

"Callie Torres, late again I see," a young teacher said smiling from her desk at the front.

"I was showing Arizona around-"

"I'm sure Miss Robbins remembers the room from yesterday." I thought that this should be where I interjected and defended Calliope's honour for a change instead of her always coming to my rescue.

"I'm terrible with directions, Miss," I said, using the amazing dimples and twinkling blue eyes. Sure it may have been considered cheating but it wasn't my fault nearly everyone fell for them.

"I won't mark you late this time but you better be here really early next lesson," Ms. Hicks said sternly before breaking out in a smile. She was the best teacher-she could never stay angry for long.

I grinned slyly at Calliope as we pulled our books out and began reading. I was behind from starting half way through the term and Calliope was just lazy so we really had to kick our butts into gear. It was a little funny that I was already further into the book than she was. I didn't blame her, even though she had two more weeks than me, I was the fastest reader ever.

As I was reading, a note slowly slid onto my page, hiding my current sentence. I looked at Calliope who not so subtly jerked her head towards the note indicating for me to read it.

How does Friday sound?

Oh right! The party. I had forgotten about it in our mad dash around the school and another smile lit up my face. Sure I smiled a lot more than the average person but since meeting Calliope I had been smiling a lot even for me!

Sounds great, where? I wrote before carefully slipping it between her book's pages.

Marks, his parents are out. It'll just be the usual gang but gives you a chance to meet everyone.

I looked up at her over my book, smiling and nodding briefly before I quickly crumpled up the piece of paper because Ms. Hicks had started to look at us suspiciously. Wait to go Arizona, getting into trouble on your second day.

My mind was buzzing for the rest of the lesson and suddenly Friday night seemed such a long way away. It wasn't my fault- I had always had an overactive imagination but the thought of the party, just a small group of Calliope and Mark's friends made me flash back to my dream last night. Maybe, just maybe there was a chance that that would be the night to make it happen.

Or it could all blow up in my face like it always seemed to.

God, liking someone was so much work!

Wait no, I didn't like Calliope, well obviously I liked her but I didn't like her did I? I was Arizona Robbins, I was queen of hooking up with randoms and then never talking to them again. I didn't do commitment and I definitely didn't crush on people like some third grader. Well, at least I didn't think so but Calliope Torres was making me think long and hard about my assumptions because if what I was feeling wasn't that kind of like, then what was?

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The rest of the week passed too slowly for my liking. I found that I had the red-haired guy from the lunch table in my Math class and luckily for me (though not so much for my concentration) Calliope was in my English and Chemistry classes which meant that by Thursday I was almost giddy with anticipation for the following night with me being one for parties and Calliope's stories of other parties Mark had held at his house before.

It looked like I was in for a big night but before I get too carried away I guess I'd better at least tell you about my Thursday night which as far as nights go, was good. It didn't hold a flame to Friday night but it was good to get back into the swings of thing.

Since I was three I have danced. My mum, much to my dad's reluctancy, enrolled me in 'babies ballet' and I had been doing it ever since. After nearly ten years of straight ballet I had discovered contemporary which for me was like a godsend. I was one of those cute kids who sit in a corner reading a book or drawing. I had never opened up well to people and even as I got older and my people skills improved, I had gotten many friends from all across the country and even some out of it but I had never been able to open up properly to anyone. I guess then that made dancing my escape. I could let out all my feelings, all my frustrations in a three minute choreography. I could tell people exactly what I thought, what I felt even if those people watching didn't realise it at the time.

So that Thursday night I had found a ballet, stretching and contemporary class and I was itching to do it because it had been a good few weeks since I had last danced and I really needed to get out some of the frustrated feelings I had stewing inside of me.

The class was intense, and the other dancers were definitely at a good standard and oh so welcoming. I was so glad about that because usually it took me a good few studios before I found that right mix of hard work, good teacher and good students.

By the end of the night my muscles were killing me but I knew it would be nothing compared to tomorrow morning but it felt so good to have worked this hard, to feel the familiar pull of my leg in a developé, the hard floor beneath my feet and it had cleared my head at least for a few hours.

I walked home quietly; enjoying the cool breeze against my still sweaty skin. I wasn't really taking notice of where I was going and I was rewarded with a body running full speed into me, knocking me to the ground and spilling my leotard and all my ballet shoes over the ground.

"I'm sorry," I groaned, sitting up to see my mystery attacker. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

Another girl sat up. She was around my age with long blonde hair and an equally long face; she had a great smile although it had nothing on Calliope's.

"No, it's my fault," she replied. "I should slow down around those corners." I looked down from her face and saw her tight singlet and leggings. Ahh a jogger.

"I'm Teddy," she said, extending a hand from where she sat on the ground. I almost said something about her name but then I remembered my own and thought twice about how much I hated people asking me about it.

"Arizona," I replied easily, grabbing the hand and helping her to her feet before collecting my dance gear and walking off with a wave, a smile and sly nod at a fellow strangely named person.

Sure, usually I might have striked up a conversation; found out how old she was, where she went to school but I was dead tired and more than ready to hit my bed and I hoped that I would actually get some sleep that night.

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