Callie's POV
Eighty percent, that's not that bad, I can live with that. She went from one hundred to eighty in a matter of hours so who knows, give her three days and she'll be a full-blown lady lover. I'm sure that's not how it works, but again a girl can hope. She can be a lady lover if it makes her happy(and gay is literally a synonym for happy so...) I should stop plotting on the blonde now. I'll chill out.
In other news, It's Friday! Friday Friday gotta get down on Friday... Party and party and yeah! That song gets in my head everytime I say or think about this day of the week. It's kinda terrible, but that makes it kinda great. I should maybe get up and get dressed for school, or I can fake being sick and stay home. It's my daily dilemma. It's Junior year, and colleges look at this year so I'll go. I better get into Harvard for all this. By all this, I simply mean waking up for school.
I lazily get up to take a shower. It's what I do every morning except in the winter when it's winter, I take my showers at night. It turned out to be a quick wash up because I need more time to do other things this morning. I step into my closet to choose an outfit. It's getting warmer and warmer, hmmm. A skirt maybe? A denim skirt! If I'm going to wear a jean skirt I'd have to wear a graphic tee. And if I wear a graphic tee, I'm gonna wear a pair of Vans. Just like that, I have an outfit for today. Now onto my hair.
I think a braided bun to the back would go well with my fit. I went through all this trouble to look cute I might as well do my makeup. I get out my foundation, concealer, setting powder, an eyeshadow palette, contour palette and setting spray as I sit in front of my vanity. Let's see what comes out of this. With powder all over my face, I snap a picture to send to Addison and Arizona. Also known as the only two people I have streaks with. The caption reads, "Baking or whatever." Arizona responds, "It's probably the only type of baking you know how to do." Yeah, Oookaayyy. I write back, "I'll have you know, I do know how to bake. I can probably do just about anything in the kitchen." Addison just screenshots the picture. She'll post it in some birthday shout out like she always does. (But I always appreciate it so we all good). I realize that I forgot my liquid lipstick so I grab that and apply it. My makeup look is definitely Summer themed. I did a light pink nudish color for my eyes and light pink for my lips.
I get my backpack, put my sneakers on and leave the house. Mom's still sleeping. I believe I get my hatred for mornings from her. I start my journey to Mercy West High.
I've arrived early enough to get breakfast, which never happens. I decide to pick up some eggs, pancakes and some orange juice. Nothing too big. At the end of the buffet line, I see Arizona. Naturally, she's with her little gang. But today, I'm feeling great, confident even so I walk over to her. I didn't want most of the food offered anyways.
She spots as I approach her. "Hey chef, I thought you'd make your own breakfast," she jokes.
"I know, but I was called in to critique this cafeteria food this morning so I declined to cook. I figured I'd need an empty stomach to do so." We laugh each other before I notice that the people around us are lost as to what the hell we're talking about. I give an explanation of why she'd refer to me as a chef and all I get back is an "Oh, okay," from Lexie. She tried, but she doesn't really care. We all go in the 'check out' line to pay for our food. The rest of the people leave to go find a table. Arizona and I sit at our own for a moment.
I begin to eat the meal I've just purchased. Arizona has oatmeal with a bunch of miscellaneous food items in it. Curiosity gets the best of me so I ask, "What's in that?" as I point to her bowl.
"Oh, it's plain yogurt, strawberries, quinoa and dried raisins."
That's newe to me. I add, "Didn't know those would go well together, especially strawberries and raisins."
"Uh uh, they do. You look nice, you've got plans after school or something?" Way to change the subject, that was quick.
"Nope, I just put some effort into my appearance today, no reason," I answer truthfully.
"Like I said you do look nice today, but you always look nice so." Compliments are compliments, but when they come from someone you lowkey have a crush on, it feels different.
"K, thanks." That was an awkward response but at least I remembered to say thanks.
"Are you going to go join Alex and them now or?"
"Eh, they have each other. I'm staying here with you unless you do want me to go?"
"You're fine." I mean that in more ways than one. One's a little more creepy to say out loud. We on eating and chatting for a bit before she absolutely had to go. I had to go too but to class. SHe had to go with her friends.
In the hallway on the second floor, I bump into Addison. Literally. She thought it funny to bump me into the lockers.
"Addy what the hell!"
She sarcastically replies,"Oh sorry, I didn't see you there. Have you seen my friend Callie? She usually wears sweats or jeans to school."
"Shut up," I grumble.
"Who ya looking cute for? Arizona?"
"Could you be any louder?! But I mean I saw her this morning and she complimented me so yeah even if it wasn't for her, she noticed."
"As you should, Cal, as you should. I've got Biology so I'll see you later." She heads right into her class as we walked by it. It takes not much longer for me to arrive at my own class.
It's pouring. I should have expected this, this is Seattle. Of course with rain, the temperature's cold. The one day I decide to wear a freaking skirt. I'm standing outside the school, like right outside. There's an awning that's providing some shelter. I'll try to wait it out. Addison had fewer classes than I did today and she already went home, so I'm stuck. I'm stuck and alone, waiting out the rain in the cold. I would always bring an umbrella to school, but on those days it wouldn't even rain so I stopped doing that.
I've been standing here for a while, and the raining hasn't eased up. I'll just call my mom. She's usually home, she's my best bet.
"Hey mama, I'm kinda stuck at school, can you come to get me?"
"I'm grocery shopping at the Mexican Market. You remember the one that's like forty minutes away?"
I whine, "Yeah. But why'd you go so far!"
"Sorry, I could leave now if you need me to." My mom would speed here if she has to. She'll do anything for me or Aria.
"No, it's okay. Please, pick me up some Takis. I'll want those tonight after I walk home in the rain."
I could have omitted the last part of my sentence. My mom sounds worried as she says, "Mi Corazon, I can come to get you. I don't want you getting sick."
"I'll uh-I'll find some other way to get home, other than walking in the rain. I'm okay, mom, I promise."
"Alright, Calliope. Text or Call me when you're home."
Think. Think. Think, Callie. You must have some other friend at this school. I have Aria, who also drives but she would never come. She'll probably find delight in the situation. Who else though? The voice in my head is sarcastic It's saying "Oh I don't know, how about the girl who is literally always on your mind?"
I don't want to bother her though. She probably has stuff to do. Callie just ask her. If she can't help, she'll say it.
CT: Hey, are you still at school?
AZ: Sorta, I'm leaving right now. Why?
CT: I'm here too and I don't have an umbrella...
AZ: You don't check the weather before you leave the house?
CT: That's not helping, I was hoping you could help.
AZ: I got you. Wya?
CT: Back of the school. By the field exit.
That wasn't so hard.
The door opens and shuts almost immediately after.
"Wonder woman to the rescue!" She pops up next to me. I guess she was close by.
I counter, "More like a Rain City Superhero."
"Even better, those were real-life superheroes."
"True that. Please tell me you have an extra umbrella."
Arizona shakes her head at me. "I do not. This one is big enough for the both of us."
"Mhmm Mhmm," I furrow my brow at her.
"I'll walk you home Callie."
"You don't have to, I can I don't know, forget it thanks."
She opens up her umbrella. I now see that it has donuts all over it. That's probably her favorite food. It's adorable.
Arizona's POV
I'm right out front of Callie's house. It looks like mine. All the houses in this neighborhood look alike. She tells me her walk is about twenty minutes, it sure didn't feel like it. We talked all the way here. Mostly about school, and I stupidly kept mentioning my friends. She did ask at first where they were, but I think she was just making conversation. I told her Alex is at practice(yes, even in the rain as long as it isn't thundering, the football players are out). Mark and Lexie are off being Mark and Lexie, I think they have a date or something today, I forget.
"Arizona do you want to come inside, we're both pretty wet. I'll have my mom take you home?" That's the thing about umbrellas, they do very little at keeping the whole person dry. At least I had on rain boots, unlike some people. She looked, well looks really good today so that makes up for it. Her legs were on full display. Mark made a comment so yeah I had to hit him softy upside the head today. I did it for Lexie, Callie and mostly myself. It made me feel especially uncomfortable that he talked about her in that way or even looked at her really.
I take a long time to answer by saying, "Yeah, I would like to."
I leave my boots in the mudroom and follow her. Callie's house is so homy. My mom doesn't decorate so our house isn't as homy.
"My sister's home, she won't bother us. I doubt she'll make an appearance while you're here." It's a light heads up. I'm good either way but it's the gracious thing to do.
"Your house is nice," is the first characteristic that comes out of my mouth as I look around. It wasn't even a conscious thought. I see pictures all around on the walls. They're many shelves with what looks like antique decor on them.
She presents a rejoinder with,"Thanks, Is that the only word you use to give a compliment?"
"Why because I've also said that you looked nice?"
"Yeah. You did say that" she clearly states.
"Then I take back what I said. You looked hot when I saw you this morning, and you look hot right now." I really have no problem with telling to truth. How she takes it is on her. Unless she applied some product this morning, she's blushing. Her cheeks are flushed.
She sounds slightly embarrassed in her response. She says,"I honestly don't know what to say to that."
"You don't have to say anything back. Maybe nod if you agree with me?" I shoot her a look, and she nods. Good, I didn't want to have to force a nod out of her."
"Do you want a sandwich or anything to eat while you wait?"
I reject her offer,"No thanks. I don't like sandwiches." Ick.
"I recall you saying that you had good taste?"
"I've just proven to you that I do have great taste." That gets her back to her previous sheepish state. She's not about to argue with me.
"Well, I don't have donuts so how about some fruits? They're almost as sweet."
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