Chapter 4

A/N Ok yall I know most people were expecting an update last night and I swear I was going to give it to you because it was already written, but at my work we have mandatory overtime and it happened to fall on me so after working from 2 pm to 6:30 am I was a little tired I'm sorry. Hope you forgive me and enjoy. Remember reviews = love!

Callie's P.O.V

I walk in after watching Joanne walk out. I take my shower and before I get done I hear Arizona's shower cut off. 'Ok she left. I don't have to discuss anything I heard with her, and it won't be awkward.' I think to myself. I walk out in nothing but a towel that barely covers me.

"Shit" I practically yell when I walk into the room and see Arizona sitting on the bench. "Sorry I thought you had left." I say shooting her an apologetic look, gathering my clothes, and stepping behind the wall separating the lockers and benches from the shower area.

"No, I'm sorry; I just had a lot on my mind and was thinking."

"Oh, Joanne?" I blurted out without thinking about it. 'Shit' I cursed myself. This girl doesn't know me, nor do I think she will appreciate my eavesdropping.

"Actually, yeah and no, I was thinking about the team as well."

"Oh, I know you just met me, but if you need to talk something out you can talk to me." I say returning from the shower area.

Arizona looks at me and by the time I look back at her she is looking away quickly. 'Did she just check me out?' I wonder.

"Thanks Callie, but its ok." She says turning around. "I'll walk you out if you're about to leave."

"Yeah, thanks." I say grabbing my stuff.

We walk out of the locker room and down the hall toward the exit by the parking lot. She decides to walk me to my car. She looks at my car and her eyes get big.

"It's . . . gorgeous." She says running her hand across the paint. She looks over at me and I realize her eyes match the color of my car. 'Wow' I think my heart just skipped a beat. Why am I reacting like this to her?

I realize I was staring and she smirks at me. "Thanks, I just got her, she's my baby." I play it off like was staring at the car.

"Well . . . great job at practice today. You are really going to be an amazing asset to the team." She says. She always acts so hard and doesn't smile often and that intrigues me about her.

"Thanks and I know you didn't have a choice, but thanks for helping with the tryout. You are a really great player."

Arizona nods at me and walks away to her car. I get in mine and blast my music all the way home.

I get home, go upstairs, and lay across my bed with one thing on my mine. 'Arizona' I don't understand why. I mean it's not like she was really friendly, but I'm intrigued by that. She's so pretty. Wait . . . did I really just have that thought? Ok, Callie, gather your thoughts.

It's normal for a girl to think another girl is pretty right? Right, so why am I letting this bother me. I haven't ever met anyone like her, that's all it is she's interesting. That's it. I just need to think about something else. Homework? No, that's not going to distract me. I pick up my cell and dial Mark's number.

"Hey Cal" he answers.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing, how did tryouts go? Did you make it?"

"Yeah, I made it."

"Ok, why don't you seem enthusiastic?"

"Mark, I need you. Can you come over?"

"I knew you wanted to experience the Sloan method" he laughs.

"Mark, this is serious please?"

"Sure thing Cal give me 10."

|20 Minutes Later|

Ok obviously he meant ten minutes to get his pretty boy tail ready and then another ten for god knows what. He should be here by now I mean . . . seriously?

*Knock, Knock*

I run downstairs and by the time I get there Mama has already let Mark in and pulled him into a hug. The first time Mark came to my house he told me parents didn't like him, but I guess when he isn't sleeping with their daughter they love him. Although . . . I may be the only girl he's not trying to sleep with . . . wait rephrase that he isn't succeeding in sleeping with.

Mark looks at me and I turn to walk up the stairs going to my room. He follows immediately.

"Sorry it took Cal, I had to talk to my mom before I left."

"It's cool, don't worry about it."

"Ok, what's up?" I have wrecked my brain so much I don't even want to talk about it anymore.

"Nothing Mark, I'm just stressed from the day and need to wind down."

"Look, I only offer the Sloan method so many times and this time you ain't getting it."

"Suck it Mark."

Mark picks up on my attitude and drops the subject. He asks me how tryouts went and I told him everything about it. The only thing I didn't tell him about was the aftermath of practice, which I have been trying hard to forget because, well . . . I'm trying to get certain things out of my head.

Mark and I put in a movie and lay on the bed.

"Cal, can I tell you something?"

"What's up Mark?"

"I've never really had a friend like you, someone I can just chill with. I know I flirt with you and a lot of people think that's all I am, a flirt. Someone that's good for nothing but sex, but I flirt with you because it's comfortable and I don't mean anything by it. We really haven't known each other that long, but you're a better friend than anyone else has ever been. You know almost all my little secrets and everything. So, Thanks."

"No problem Mark. You're a great friend; you're good for more than just sex, Mark. You're worth getting to know in the day light."

"Thanks Torres. Can I ask you something?"

"Well yeah, but Mark this whole mushy thing is really going to cramp your style."

"Shut it Torres, you're the only one hearing me anyways. The whole time you were talking about your tryout you kept mentioning AZ what's up with that?"

'Oh shit' I think to myself. Have I really been doing that?