I spent that night tossing and turning thinking about my argument with Callie. Whatever I did, I couldn't sleep. I kept picturing her face when I told her I couldn't do it anymore – when she said she was falling for me. If I'm honest I'd fallen for her, everything about her was perfect, she was beautiful inside and out. Everything about her was perfect, apart from the age issue. I like her, really like her but I can't I know I can't. There aren't rules against it as such but I'd feel I was taking advantage considering she is 4 years younger than me and just starting her career. Maybe it could work, she could nearly be 19, I'm only just 22 that would be less wrong. Eurgh! Arizona stop!' I fought the urge to text her and apologise for being so rude earlier but I was still in a state of shock. I thought she was at least 21. I just have to move on; she may be amazing, gorgeous and impossibly sweet and kind, but who knows, she might freak out when I tell her about –

My thoughts were interrupting by my phone vibrating next to me; I lean over and grab my phone from the night stand noticing several texts from Callie.

C: I'm sorry ok I didn't mean to lie to you but you never asked how old I was.

C: Look don't ignore me we should at least talk about this.

C: I didn't even lie about my age! Only to the bar!

C: Ok so I may be younger than you thought but you ignoring me is immature. I thought you liked me and if you do as much as I like you I'm sure we can get past it.

'She is right I just assumed I should know that most people have fake IDs. I do like her a lot but I could be risking my job.' I decided to text her back, ignoring her was immature because she didn't do anything wrong we didn't really know each other is just unfortunate I am in a position of authority.

A: Ok we can meet for coffee. How does tomorrow at 10 sound?

I set my phone down and wait for anxiously for a reply. No less than 2 minutes later my phone buzzes.

C: Sounds good, I'll see you then.

Ok tomorrow we can talk tomorrow. I wasn't even sure what I'd say to her, I wanted to be with her; it seemed silly to throw it away over something so small. For now though, I rolled over and drifted off the sleep.

I hear my alarm go off and drag myself out of bed towards the shower. After drying my hair I throw on some light blue jeans, a white tank top and grey zip up hoodie. Grabbing a piece of toast I head for the campus coffee shop. I notice Callie sitting at a table looking just as nervous as I feel. She looks beautiful, even dressed casually in dark jeans, green v-neck and her leather jacket. I approach her, clinging onto my coffee for dear life, her face immediately brightening up when she spots me.

"Hi Callie" 'Hi, that's all you can say for yourself Arizona, hi'

"Hi" she smiles at me as I sit down. In that moment I wanted more than anything to just wrap my arms around her and apologise for being such an asshole.

"Look I feel bad for how I reacted I know you didn't intentionally mislead me about your age" I started, before Callie had a chance to say anything. As soon as I spoke, she visibly relaxed around me.

"I honestly didn't and to be fair I thought you were only a year older than me. I didn't expect you to be assisting in my class" she smiled, edging her fingers closer to mine across the table.

"I guess we both got a surprise" I laughed nervously, placing her hand in mine.

"I know you're in an awkward position with your job but you're not my lecturer and there are no rules against us dating, plus isn't it kind of hot that my potential girlfriend is my teacher?" Callie grinned suggestively.

I know she was only joking but couldn't help shift uncomfortably in my seat. She called me her girlfriend! I felt an intense fluttering in my stomach at her husky voice calling me her girlfriend.

"I know there aren't rules Callie, but I am in a position of authority, of trust. It's not morally right"

"I really like you though and I felt something between us" she grimaced. I could see her starting to get upset as her eyes drifted around the room, looking for a distraction. I can't lie. I can't say I'm not interested I don't want to play her.

"You're not wrong. I feel it too. Maybe if we are discrete we could see how this goes and if we turn into something more I will talk to Professor Maxwell."

"You're a student assistant could you lose your job? That would look bad for you" she asked worriedly

"I shouldn't do as long as our relationship doesn't interfere with my job. We should see how it goes first though"

"Ok I can do that. I don't want to purposely make your life difficult" she smiled

"It's ok your worth the chance!" I joked back. "So, this has been playing on my mind. When did you turn 18?"

"Erm… August 31st, why?" she looked at me puzzled

"Crap! I'm over 4 years older than you. I was hoping you were nearly 19 but nope not for another year!" I say putting my head in my hands, half joking half serious.

"Why? When are you 23?"

"Not until August 9th"

"So, barely 4 years older than me. Don't let it bother you, you look great as a cougar" she chuckled.

"Not funny, but you're right it could be worse" I nodded, smiling

"Like Demi and Ashton" she points out

"Or Michael and Catherine" I retaliate.

We stay there laughing for the next hour or so deep in conversation until Callie had to leave to meet her study group. She gets up placing a kiss to my cheek as I hug her goodbye. I slump back in my chair, grateful that I took a chance with her. She called me her girlfriend; I couldn't help but smile as her words repeated in my head. I wanted her as my girlfriend more than anything – I had to tell her. I had to tell her everything…

Monday morning and I'm sat in the library, nose in a book. To an outsider I probably look like the model student – hard at work. In reality though, I can't help but to keep thinking about Callie. It's kind of pathetic how obsessed I am so quickly, this girl makes me crazy. Each time I think about her though, I think about having to tell her about my condition – I can't help but worry she'll freak and walk, most people do. Whenever I've been close to someone, whenever I've felt comfortable enough to tell someone they get all awkward, make a lame excuse and leave. Deep down I was terrified Callie would do the same, yet somehow she seemed different. She was different. There was something between us, I can't really explain it, the electricity I felt whenever she touched me, the intense nervousness, the fluttering feelings I'd get before meeting her. Calliope Torres was special, she was different – I just hope I don't fuck it up.

My extremely productive study session is interrupted by my phone vibrating;

C: Hey! My class finishes in 10 minutes. Want to meet for lunch? Xx

As much as I should be doing some work I can't resist a lunch break with Callie.

A: Yeah sure I'll meet you in 10 then. Xx

I try to continue to read but I can't help but feel excited to see Callie. I decided, since no work is getting done, to slowly make my way to meet her. I sit down in a secluded area in the trees. I like to come here to think, enjoying the peacefulness and the privacy. I'd never really shared this place with anyone before…

"Penny for your thoughts?" I smiled at the familiar husky voice.

I opened my eyes to a beaming smile, "Hey" I grinned "How was your lecture?" I shift over allowing her to lean against the tree with me.

"It was good, thank you. How is your assignment going?" she replied brightly.

"Err… I'll have it done by the end of the week hopefully!" I grimaced

"Oh that bad"

"No I'll get it done by Thursday and hand it in early"

"Oh I wish I was that organised" She laughed. "I bought food, by the way. Mexican ok?" she offered with a grin.

We sit there our legs entwined, my hand gently resting on her upper leg, laughing and joking. Her laugh was captivating, licking her luscious looking lips; I think I was staring as she seemed to stop talking. I can't help myself as I lean in, capturing her lips with my own. Kissing her deeply, I grab her pulling her on top of my lap, legs wrapped around my waist. I let my hands roam, finding the hem of her shirt I slip my hands underneath, resting them on her back. Her hands slowly exploring my upper body as she firmly cup my breast, pushing herself further into me. With air supply becoming an issue, I pull back. I hate myself for pulling away again, interrupting yet another phenomenal, and mind blowing kiss. However comfortable she made me feel, I couldn't fully let myself go around her, I couldn't get too carried away. A difficult feat, considering how sexy she was, not to mention an amazing kisser.

"Wow" Callie exhaled.

"Yeah ,wow" I beamed. This was it, I was going to ask her, "Calliope, will you go on a date with me?" I asked nervously.

"I'd really like that" She exclaimed grabbing my face, placing a firm kiss to my lips. I pull away and rest my forehead to hers. "I thought you'd never ask" she teased.

"Good, otherwise I was finishing my assignment early for no reason!" I let out "You're ok with Thursday right?" I clarified.

"Thursday is perfect" she replied, smiling.

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