Arizona's POV

I grab my phone out of my locker. I left it there today while we had practice. I'm all sweaty and needing a shower. First, let me just see what I missed in the world for the last three hours. Picking it up I see that I have a voicemail from Callie. I never actually listen to my voicemails but this one is from Callie.

"Hey, so I guess this is the end of whatever this was, right? Well, I don't ghost people. I know how to end things properly. So I'll give you all the information. I got an opportunity to audition for some music exec. It was last minute so I had to cancel; I even tried to get you in but I couldn't. After auditioning, I called you. It seems you already had company. The same company who was all over you the night we met. I don't like drama, okay? So I just left it there. I didn't know how to talk to you about it because we aren't even that serious yet." A chuckles escape before she says, "I guess we'll never be that serious. That's all the information, goodbye Arizona. Please don't return to my job." Now, we haven't spoken since the whole incident at her bar. Even after that, I felt as though I could apologize, talk to her again. The voicemail she left on my phone says otherwise. Her goodbye is so final. Like I'll never lay eyes on her again. This is my fault. I could have laid off of her but no. Ballplayers and their egos, man. This has never been me. Thinking that she didn't like me back in the way I liked her, didn't warrant my reaction. Now she's done with the situation. It might be too late to take it all back. Am I actually banned from the bar? Probably shouldn't test that. It's a fair ask even if it's just that, a request. The one thing Callie is wrong about is Rach. She's not drama, she was being a friend. I appreciated the company after basically being stood up in my own apartment. She may be overly touchy at times, but it's been months since we even crossed that line. We've been platonic. It's kinda great to have someone to count on almost all the time.

I really want to respond to Callie's message, I wouldn't know how to but I should. I don't want to say the wrong thing. Though, I'm actually pretty good at that. I should respond...Not talking is what put us in this weird place. Does she want me to respond? Will she care if I apologize? This an issue for Tasha.

The person I need to first talk to is showering. I'll wait her out; she'll know what to do. Tasha's the only one of us that's been in a loyal, loving, long-term relationship. She and her girl are practically married. She's always tried to guide us in that direction too, but with championships come groupies. I promise I've only said it 'cause it's true. So yeah no one wanted to hear any of her advice. Unless we really like someone. I'm going to just sit here and replay what could the last time I hear Callie's voice. And wow, her singing voice, I may never get the chance to hear it again. Nah Tasha needs to be done already, and her advice better be that I talk to Callie.

I overhear Tasha and some of the girls talking at the other end of the locker room. It doesn't take long for me to get over there.

"T can I talk to you real quick?" She gives me an upward nod.

She comes over to me where it's just us. "Hey Z what's up?"

"I need some help man. I really messed this up with Callie." I sound even more desperate than I'm feeling.

I hand her my phone, "She left me the voicemail. You can listen to it while you get dressed. I'll leave you alone."

She takes it saying, "Yeah, for sure. I can do that." When my hand is completely off the phone, I walk away to give her some privacy.

A half-dressed Tasha comes to me and says, "Yeah, I don't know Z. I think you just gotta do as she says and leave her alone."

"I can't talk it over with her?" Really Tasha?

"I'm not saying you can't. I'm saying she sounds done with the situation. To be honest, I get why she is. You could not have done me," she points to herself rather aggressively, "like that and expects me to ever speak to you again."

Definitely annoyed now, my response is, "Alright bro, I got it. Thanks. You're good to go get dressed if you want." She just walks off... annoyed? Yeah, I'm done talking about how I shouldn't talk to Callie. Well, there you have it, ladies and gents. The flushing of mine and Callie's barely started situations. If I knew this would be the advice, I would have simply not have asked for it. Should I just text her anyway? Like what's the worst thing that can happen? Like Tasha may not be an expert after all. She's been with one woman for way too long. She's an expert on that one woman, not all women.

Az: Hey, Firstly I just want to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that at the bar the other day. It's kindergarten but I really only did that because I like you and I felt like you weren't returning the same energy. Either way, there are no excuses. I'm sorry. I hear and understand why you basically don't want to see me again. I obviously would like to see you though, but that's okay. Be good.

Hitting send, the message turns green. Green bubbes are never a good sign. Then it doesn't even deliver. Oh, she's done with me, done with me. Not game playing ut has blocked me. I mean it wasn't even that serious. She won't even let me apologize.

Whatever you know, plenty of fish in the sea. Plenty of women. I'm hot! Okay, I have a lot to offer. There are people lining up for me! Literally, I get my pick. Not Callie, you idiot. That's fine, one woman, just one isn't interested in me. I can live with that. I know now that I've got to try. I barely know her anyways. It shouldn't be that hard. It shouldn't be this hard. I'm going to keep convincing myself that I don't care.