A/N: So this chapter is a bit shorter...and boring. It's a filler chapter before the real stuff starts going down...so bear with me. Sorry for the delay! School has been crazy busy. Good news is that I only have two days of classes left and then finals and then summer! So hopefully I'll be able to update more often. (Beta, I didn't forget about you. When I start having updates more frequently I'll be hitting you up!)

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Arizona's POV

My eyes drift open and I am greeted by a dark room with a small amount of light spilling through the window shade. I'm about to sit up and stretch my limbs when I notice I have a massive headache. I fall back onto my pillow and grab the pillow next to me and use it to cover my face. The cool temperature of the pillow feels nice on my face. I take a deep breath to try and ride out the headache, and then I catch a hint of a coconut scent. I don't use coconut shampoo…but I know who does.

My eyes shoot open and I sit up despite the shooting pain in my head. I look around at the gray-walled bedroom with light blue accents.

What the hell happened last night?

I make my way out of the big, comfy bed and my bare feet are greeted by a plush, white carpet. A wave of nausea hits me, but I breathe through it and make my way to the living room. The smell of bacon and eggs cooking hits my nose and I make my way into the kitchen slowly. I stop in the doorway when I see Dr. Torres standing at the stove cooking. She is wearing a T-shirt and black cropped leggings that hug her ass deliciously. She turns around to put some freshly cooked bacon on a plate and smiles brightly when she sees me.

"Hey, Princess. How are you feeling?" she asks me, turning back to the stove. I grunt in response and she laughs. She points her spatula to the counter where some aspirin and water is set out for me. I vaguely remember seeing the same thing on the nightstand in her bedroom, but I hadn't paid much attention to it. I'm glad she thought to have some set out for me here, too. I shuffle over to the counter and down the aspirin in one gulp, chugging the rest of the water afterwards. I grab a seat at the counter and lay my head down on the cool surface. I think I drift off for a bit, and am woken up by the sound of a plate sliding towards me. I lift my head and Dr. Torres is smiling at me and taking a seat next to me. I poke around at my food for a bit, taking bites here and there, taking it slow so that I can keep it down. After a few moments of silence, I decide to speak up.

"Dr. Torres…what happened last night?" I ask cautiously.

"First thing…when we aren't in class, you can call me Callie. Or Calliope I suppose since you seemed to find that fascinating last night," she says, suppressing laughter. A pang of embarrassment hits me and I bury my face in my hands. I warm hand is placed on my back as sweet laughter fills my ears.

"What else happened?" I ask through my hands.

"You eat. And feel better. Then maybe we can talk about this later," she says, her hand that was on my back returning to her fork to bring food to her beautiful mouth. It's silent for a while more until I speak up again.

"Did…did we…" I start, not exactly sure how to ask her if we kissed or had sex or anything. I don't know if she was drunk at all, so it could have just been me trying to kiss her. But I needed to know.

"Oh, honey. No. Nothing happened," she smiled. But it looked like a sad smile. I nod and pause for a bit before returning to my food. The rest of breakfast was mostly silent.

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"How did you know my name is Calliope?" Dr. Torres asks me cautiously.

"Because I love you," I say, tears suddenly spilling down my face. Dr. Torres shifts around a bit so that she is in a good position to pick me up, and then moves me so that I'm sitting in her lap and my face is in her neck.

"Hey, pretty girl. What's wrong? Why are you crying?" she asks, rocking me gently. The rocking makes my head spin a bit, but it feels nice at the same time. Her warm skin offers me comfort as tears roll down my cheeks.

"I love you so much, Dr. Calliope. And you don't want me," I cry.

"No, baby. That's not it. I want you…but the school won't let me have you," she whispers to me. Baby. She called me baby. And it sounds so damn sweet.

"What? Who would do that?" I yell, all of a sudden infuriated. I think it's just the alcohol talking.

"Shhhh. Hey, it's okay," she says, pulling me back down so that I'm cuddled against her. I could cuddle her forever.

"No, it's not," I say, softer this time.

"Why not?" she asks me softly.

"Because if two people are meant to be together, nothing should be able to stop them," I ask, gazing into her beautiful brown orbs.

"You think we are meant to be together?" she asks, cupping my face in her hands. There is a certain light in her eyes.

"Don't you?" I ask, before falling back into the comfort of her neck.

I sit up straight in my bed, sweat covering my body.

What the hell happened last night?

I wipe the sweat off my forehead and look around, glad to be back in my own bedroom. No matter how beautiful and comfortable Callie's bedroom is, there's a certain comfort in my own room. Callie. It feels weird knowing I can call her that now. Like a certain barrier was broken down.

I grab my phone off of the bedside table and text Callie, saying I still don't feel the best even after my nap and wonder if we could just add a few hours on to our sculpture date tomorrow and skip today. She replies quickly that yes, that is perfectly fine and she hopes I feel better soon and to let her know if I need anything. It's not that I feel sick…I just need time to try and remember what all happened last night.

I toss my phone across the room and fall back into my pillow, tears welling in my eyes. How could I have possibly been so stupid? I don't normally get shit-faced drunk. I only socially drink with my roommates and maybe get a little buzzed. But getting drunk, especially in front of an authority figure, is definitely not something I do. I know I was super nervous about being in her apartment, even though I feel unnaturally comfortable there. I guess it was just the fact that we were hanging out…as friends. And maybe I was nervous that I might be awkward and try to make a move on her.

I take my blankets and bury myself in them, letting out a long, loud sob.

Soft hand kisses.

Gentle and loving cheek kisses.

Her warm body pressed comfortably against mine.

All of a sudden I'm angry. She said we didn't do anything, but if these memories are pulled from last night and not just figments of my imagination, we did a whole lot more than just hang out.

How can she go and tell me that nothing happened when I poured my heart out to her and she treated me with so much love and respect – almost as if I were her girlfriend?

How can she go and tell me that we can't be together, but she has no problem loving on me in private when I'm drunk off my ass?

I have a lot of thinking to do.

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Callie's POV

I walk into the sculpture room and am surprised to find it empty. Arizona has always been here before I arrived, so I wonder if she got caught up at the coffee shop. I set up both of our stations and wait for her to arrive.

She arrives about ten minutes late – no coffee in hand. She's wearing sweats and her hair is a mess, almost as if she hasn't gotten much sleep. Maybe she still isn't feeling the best. She also looks like she has been crying, but I decide not to say anything.

She walks straight to the apron closet and I follow, expecting to do our normal routine of tying each other. But instead, she reaches her arms around her back and ties her apron herself. I pause a bit, not sure what to do. I hesitantly watch her walk to her station and I tie my apron behind my back. I sit across from her and she grabs her carving tools and gets to work without saying anything.

"Is everything okay?" I ask quietly, searching her face for any sign of emotion.

"Yeah," she responds, not making eye contact with me. I put my tools down and watch her work for a bit. She looks distracted, and keeps running a tool over the same spot without taking any clay off.

"Honey…are you sure?" I ask.

"I'm fine," she snaps, finally making eye contact with me. Her eyes are fierce and full of anger. I'm a bit taken aback by her harsh tone and look, but decide to not question her further.

I feel sick to my stomach wondering if there was something I did that caused her to be so upset. It kills me on the inside to think that I did something to cause this perfect angel to be mad at me.

We work in silence for some time and I find myself growing hungry. I check my phone, but it is only 4 in the afternoon and Arizona and I had planned on staying here until around 7. I hadn't factored dinner in at all. I manage to keep working for a while, trying to ignore my growing hunger. And then my stomach growls.

Arizona lets out a small giggle, and I crack a smile knowing that her mood has changed.

"Oh, hush," I say, continuing my work.

"I know we just had pizza, but would you like me to order some?" she asks, grabbing her phone.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly ask you to do that. If we want pizza, I can pay," I say, tilting my head at her. I wonder what changed her mood so quickly.

"Callie, don't worry about it," she says, smiling. At the sound of her voice saying my name, my heart melts. She said it so nonchalantly and it sounded so natural.

"Yeah… yeah, okay," I say, smiling, still lost in the sound of her voice. She orders the pizza with the app on her phone and we are soon back to work, talking and laughing and sculpting each other's face.

When she leaves the room to go get the pizza from the delivery person, I look over my sculpture. I only have her hair left to sculpt, but the rest of her face looks perfect. It's almost as if she's standing right there in front of me – well, a gray version of her and just her head. I rise from my seat and start to make my way over to Arizona's side to look at her sculpture of me when I'm stopped by a voice behind me.

"Hey, hey, hey! What did I say about looking at my work? It's supposed to be a surprise!" Arizona says, poking me in the back with a corner of the pizza box. I laugh and throw my hands up in defense.

"I was just stretching!" I lie, turning around to face her.

"Mhm," she says, looking at me through squinted eyes. "Let's take a break and eat."

We sit down at another table and devour our meals, both of us very obviously hungry.

"So, I couldn't find Liam at all yesterday afternoon. I looked for him everywhere. After a while I just figured he was sleeping in some new hiding spot, so I was just going to wait it out. And then I heard frantic meowing coming from my bedroom. So, I investigated and somehow he ended up in a shopping bag that I had hooked onto my closet door handle and he got stuck," I say, as we are cleaning up our trash and settling ourselves back into our stations.

Arizona lets out a cheerful, deep laugh, and while she is laughing a piece of hair falls in front of her eyes. Before I know what I am doing, my arm is reaching across the table and I have tucked the piece of hair behind her ear. She locks eyes with me and I freeze, my hand still resting against her face. She offers me a small smile, but it looks forced. I drop my hand and return it to my side.

"Sorry," I say quietly, picking up my tools to busy my hands.

"It's fine," she replies just as quietly, averting her eyes.

And suddenly I know what her deal was this morning. At least I think I know. She remembers Friday night, and she probably thinks I was taking advantage of her or leading her on or something like that. But I wasn't. I was caring for her and…and I do love her. And I want nothing more than to be with her, but it just can't happen. And like she said on Friday night…I also think we belong together. There is just something about the way I feel when I am with her. And when we kissed in my office and outside my apartment, surges of energy went through me. Every time I see her I want to kiss her and hold her and make her mine. I look at the beautiful girl in front of me and I know that she's the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to marry her and I want to have a family with her and I want to go on adventures with her. But I can't. And I can't tell her any of this because I feel like it would break her heart, and that's the last thing I want to do.

We work quietly for a while, me working on perfecting her curls. It's not until I hear sniffling that I look up. Arizona has tears rolling silently down her cheeks, and my heart breaks at the site.

"Arizona…" I start, but she cuts me off.

"I'm fine," she says quickly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. But more tears spill from her eyes.

"Sweetheart, no you're not," I say, rising from my seat and walking over to her side of the table. She goes still as I approach her, and I place my hands gently on her shoulders and start massaging them. She falls into a comfortable posture for a minute, but quickly tenses up again and rips her body away from my grip and stands up. She grabs her phone and her bag and looks at me with teary eyes.

"Please…just stay away from me," she cries before bolting out the door.

I stand frozen in my place and watch her leave, not sure what to do. I want to chase after her, but I don't want to make things worse. I glance over at her sculpture, but end up doing a double take. I walk closer to the flawless sculpture that perfectly resembles me. But there's something off about it. I pick up the tools she was using and notice they are clean. There is no clay off to the sides, meaning she hadn't taken any off, even though we had been there for around four hours. I close my eyes and breathe deeply when I realize that she has been done with the sculpture for a while. But for some reason she kept coming to work and didn't tell me she was done. Maybe that's why she didn't want me to see it – because she didn't want me to know it was done so that we could keep working on the sculptures and spend time together.

"Dammit!" I yell as I take the tool that is in my hand and chuck it across the room in frustration. It crashes against the ground and the tip breaks off. While Arizona still has to cut the tip of the head off, gut the inside, and then reattach the tip, part of me knows that she won't be coming back to do it. I quickly prep both sculptures for storage and then hop in my car and race home.

I drink myself into oblivion.

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