AN: Thank you guys for the feedback. I appreciate all of it, knowing people are still reading this story pushes me to continue writing.

I know it looks bad, and Callie appears to be a real jerk in the previous chapter, but let's not lose faith in our girls.

It had been a struggle to bring the girls together after what happened, for the past chapters they were struggling to begin again as a couple, now the following chapters would address their struggle on going back to the lives they are currently living and incorporating their partners in their current lives.

Arizona's POV

"Who are you?," asked the short-haired girl in front of me. She's eyeing me up and down, internally judging me. I know I look like a mess, I just jumped right in the car without thinking, I haven't gotten any sleep, and with this bombshell looking at me from head to toe right now, I feel so little and ugly.

"Uhm…," I muster everything in me to respond and not to break down.

She raises one eyebrow at me impatiently waiting for a response.

"Ariii…zona," I finally breathe out.

"Oh," she says plainly. I can't figure out if she realized I'm Callie's girlfriend that is if Callie actually told people that she's with someone.

Then this girl just brushed past me, striding with her chin up and never looking back.

Callie's POV

"Who are you?," Sabrina says to an unknown person apparently standing in my doorway. Who in the world could it be? And so early in the morning? Can't people just let me be just for once.

"Ari…zona," the familiar voice murmurs quietly outside my door. I would recognize that voice anywhere may it be just a whisper.

Arizona? My Arizona? Standing in my doorway? What is she doing here?

I spring up from my bed and lunged for the door.

I stand in front of my open door and there she is, my girlfriend, standing in front of me, with puffy eyes that are still welling with tears.

I try to speak but before I could utter any phrase, Arizona runs down the hallway while sobbing.

I run after her, but the smaller blonde is just too quick for me. She made her way down the stairs, and I'm almost one floor behind. My room is on the 5th floor and I have 4 more flights to catch up on her. I didn't have time to put on any pants, so here I am running down the stairs screaming Arizona's name in just a tank top and my boxers on barefoot. Students hanging out on the stairs are now staring with wide eyes and looking at me like I'm some kind of lunatic. I do look like a lunatic, running down the stairs so bare, yelling a name, heck people might even think I'm yelling out the name of the state. I don't mind them, the staring and the whispering and the obvious gossip mill starting to bubble up.

I hear the thud of the stairway exit door, and I try my best to pick up my pace.

I reach the dormitory lobby, and I can't see the familiar blonde locks anywhere. I look out the window, still no sight of Arizona.

I see a lanky male med student propped up against the wall reading some lecture transcriptions. I didn't mean to be rude or violent but I can't help swatting his transcriptions away and almost grabbing him by his collar.

"Did you see a cute blonde running out of the stairwell?," I put it plainly. I know I didn't need anymore description for Arizona for this guy to understand who I'm talking about.

"Uhhmmm….," the guy stammers.

"Speak!" I yell so close to his face. The craziness and the intensity of the situation is getting to me making me forget my manners.

The kid was shaking now and all he could do is point towards the side entrance to the dormitory lobby. Of course, it was the door closest to the parking lot. Arizona wouldn't be able to go here if she didn't drive, or someone else drove for her.

"Thank you," I say as I let go of his collar. I place a chaste kiss on his cheek as an apology for being too aggressive, and as I turn to face away from him towards the side exit, I swear I literally saw him slide down the wall with googly eyes.

I sprint out the door, and as I reach the grounds, I'm immediately blinded by the early morning sun. I squint my eyes as I look hard around the parking lot to see any sign of my gorgeous blonde. My blonde. Mine. That is if she listens to me and doesn't decide to break everything off.

I'm practically spinning on my spot, trying so hard to see any sign of my girlfriend. My mind is on overdrive and my heart is pounding in my chest. I close my eyes and I bend down while I clung to my knees. How could this happen. I already had her, everything was going perfectly, how could I be stupid to let her slip away again. I can feel an anxiety attack coming in, and as I'm about to roll into a fetal position in the middle of the parking lot, I hear it. It was barely audible, but I would know that voice anywhere. It was just a soft whimper, but it was enough for me to find Arizona.

There she was, sitting in an old Buick, blowing hard on a kleenex. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were puffed out and her face was all red. I approach cautiously, like I'm approaching a grazing deer. When I'm close enough, I look at her intently, and I just want to hug her so tight. She still looked beautiful and I've missed her so much.

I knock on her window softly, then she finally recognized my presence. She immediatelyturned to me, and her gaze was so steely, I can feel it piercing through all of me. Never in my life have I seen Arizona look at someone this way…look at me this way. It's terrifying. Then she suddenly turned up the ignition and revved the engine.

I hold on to her window, frantically tapping to make her open it, but she won't budge.

Arizona shifted to reverse, then she slammed on the gas. The car jolted backwards out of the parking spot, and I jumped away from the car. Ohhh, Arizona's pissed.

She maneuvered right while on reverse, ready to set out towards the main road out of the campus. I can't just let her go like this.

I run to the front of the car. I hold on to the hood of the car while I beg Arizona to come out and listen to me.

"Arizona, please. Let me explain," I shout, not really caring if she can't hear me from the inside of the car.

She still has her steely gaze fixated on me. She put the gear on neutral while pumping the gas, probably to intimidate me and get me out of the way, but I won't budge until she listens to what I have to say. She then started honking at me. Now people are starting to look at the commotion. When I still wouldn't budge, she put the car n reverse and drove a couple of feet away and maneuvered to the other side of the road just so she can bypass me. I was quick enough to step in front of her way again blocking her exit. I can see Arizona mouthing the words "Get out of my way", and I just reply by shaking my head from side to side.

"Please baby," I plead with her, but she's not having any of it.

She put the car in reverse again, to get the car away from my hold on the hood. Now we're about 30 feet away from each other. Arizona rolled the windows down half way just so she can shout "Get out of the way Cal, don't make me run you over". No she wouldn't. Would she? Can she really? Still, I stand my ground.

She put the gear on neutral. She starts revving the engine. I'm not budging. I know she wouldn't.

Then the car started charging towards me at full speed. She's really going to run me

over. I should move over to the side….. But no! No, I won't. I'd rather die in the hands of my lover than let her get away again. I just squeezed my eyes shut and braced for impact. I can hear the screeching of the tires, the roar of the classic Buick getting closer to me, she's really gonna run me over. Then the sounds disappeared.

Is this it? Am I dead?

I slowly open my eyes. I'm still in the dormitory parking lot. The Buick Arizona's driving is about 3 feet away from where I'm standing. I look to the driver's seat and there she is, my Arizona, looking so defeated, being racked by sobs as she clings to the steering wheel.

I stayed glued to the spot for a couple more seconds, then I made my move. I can't let her get away again. I approached the car with caution, then I walked to the passenger side making sure that I keep contact with the car as if I can hold on to it to stop it from moving when Arizona decides to just drive away. The passenger door is locked.

"Baby please open the door," I beg my girlfriend.

I'm relieved and quite shocked when she complied and unlocked the doors without even looking at me.

I take a seat, close the door, and immediately reached out for her hand. She flinched with the contact like she's just been burnt.

"No," she shrieks.

"Baby…," I plead.

"How could you Callie?", she says so brokenly as she looks at me for the first time this day.

Arizona's POV

I almost run my girlfriend over. I was just so mad. I had this boiling rage and jealousy inside me. Could I have actually hurt my girlfriend? I didn't want to. I just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"It's not what you think," Callie responds. "I could never do that to you baby"

"Don't you dare call me baby when there was just a woman exiting your room at this hour," I say with an aggressive tone. I have never been this mad in my life, and I can't even recognize the voice coming out of my mouth.

"She was… She was just…," Callie retorts

"What was she Callie? Tell me honestly." I say cutting her off.

"She was my fuck buddy," Callie says dejectedly "but nothing happened…," she adds

"So I'm supposed to assume that nothing happened despite seeing your fuck buddy leave your room tonight?" I say exasperatedly.

"And the look she gave me Callie! If you saw the way she looked at me, it was as if she was burning me alive and skinning me with her eyes," I shout at her.

"She's a bitch, and she's nothing. Please baby, please," Callie begs, tears brimming. She clasped both my hand in hers as she saw that I was already fumbling with the gear and the wheel ready to drive away.

I look at her, like really look at her. I'm still fuming but I can see the sincerity and honesty in her eyes. I love her but I kind of hate her guts right now. My resolve is slowly being broken down by those deep brown eyes already wet from tears. I ease up a bit, but I still remain firm.

"You have 2 minutes, and if I'm not satisfied with your explanation, I'm kicking you out of the car," I tell her trying my best to exude authority in my voice.

"I know that you'd still be angry no matter what I say, so I'll just be completely honest with you. She was someone I used to sleep with before we got back together. I know It sounds terrible, but simply putting it, she was my fuck buddy. I didn't know she was coming last night. I had given her a key way back so she can easily get in and out of my dorm… well… for… uhm…" Callie stutters.

I shut my eyes tightly, trying my best to not picture what I know Callie is about to say. "Go on," I say through gritted teeth.

"It was nothing emotional, nothing exclusive, just a convenient arrangement. I haven't talked to her since break started and you and I got back together, and when she heard that I was back, she decided to pay a visit unannounced. It looked bad when she just barged in my room, it looked bad when I panicked and shut the laptop, but I didn't know what to do at that time.", Callie says as tears tart rolling down her cheeks.

"She was drunk, I would be lying if I said that she didn't try to start anything, but I swear nothing happened. I pushed her away and talked some sense to her, well tried to, she was really drunk. I gave her some water, and I explained that we have to stop this arrangement we had or any sexual relationship whatsoever because I am madly in love with you and I just want to be with you. She didn't take it quite well, she threw a tantrum, then I asked her to leave", Callie says all in one breath.

"But from the looks of it she didn't leave last night", I huffed.

"No, no, i literally dragged her out the door. She was acting like a child though, but in the end she gave up, but she demanded to get some stuff she had left in my roomt. I told her I'll pack them for her and she can pick it up first thing in the morning. That was when you saw her leaving my room, she just grabbed some of her stuff and left" Callie says still holding my hand firmly.

"I tried to call you, I texted you about a hundred times but I can't reach you. I wanted to explain." Callie adds.

My phone died shortly after I left. But I won't apologize for that.

I just stare straight ahead trying to process everything Callie said.

"Baby, nothing happened, please believe me." Callie once again pleads as she tries to establish eye contact.

I avoid looking at her at all cost so my walls won't crumble down. I love her, and I know she had been with a lot of women after me. I had no right to be mad at her for something she did before we got back together, I was the one who left her without any goodbye, but I guess this is a part of Callie's immediate past that I can't wrap my mind around just yet.

"I believe you." I say plainly. Silence surrounds us for a couple of minutes, but there is the faint sound of Callie's occasional sobs.

"I knew you've been with a lot of women, but I didn't expect to be caught in the middle of this mess… I just… I don't know what to say Calliope".

AN2: Happy New Year everyone. This chapter took quite a while to make, nothing much happened, but this chapter serves as the transition from their little pink bubble to the real world. It's time to explore the issues they will be facing, and this time, it's Callie's past that would be haunting their relationship.

AN3: I guess there would be a difference in the way of writing and the overall tone and emotion of the story. It's been many years since I started this story, I was in love with a different person then, and I'm a completely different person now. So please be patient with me as I try to get in sync with this story again. Let me hear what you think.