Chapter 12
Arizona's P.O.V:
For the remainder of my time in Seattle, I stayed in my room. I didn't want to see or talk to anyone. Not Tim, nor Teddy. Not even Callie. She tried calling several times, but I just ignored her, then shut my phone off so she wouldn't try to call anymore. When the time came to go back to school, I couldn't be happier. On our way to the airport, Teddy tried to talk to me, but I just shut her down. I didn't want to talk to her about anything that happened between Callie and I.
When we arrived at the airport, she grabbed my duffel out of the trunk and hands it to me.
"Thanks," I say to her.
"Everything will be okay, Zo," she tries to assure me.
"Yeah, whatever," I snap, "I have to go. I'll call you when I land," I turn and walk away, leaving her standing there.
After an easy check in, I walk towards my gate. I found an empty seat near the window and sat down.
"This is the worse vacation ever," I say, letting out a sigh. I try to shut my eyes for a little bit while I waited for my flight to be called. The events from last week played over and over in my mind. I did my best to shake them, but nothing worked. I don't how I could've been so stupid that night. I am never drinking again. I was pulled from my thoughts when the sound of the intercom came on, announcing that my flight was now.
"Thank god," I stood up and grabbed my duffel, then went and stood in line for boarding. Again, the thoughts of New Year's Eve flood my mind once more. I was so deep in thought; I didn't even hear the lady behind me talking to me until I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned my head around, she gave a smile. "I'm sorry miss, but you're up." I give her a small smile then turn my head back around and realized I was next in line. I showed my ticket to the attendant. After scanning it, I made my way through the boarding bridge to board the plane. It only took a few minutes to find my seat. I fastened my seat belt to get ready for takeoff. Letting out a sigh, I leaned my head against my window.
"Can I get you anything before takeoff?" The flight attendant asks. I turned to look at her.
"No. I'm good thanks." I tell her.
She gave me a polite smile, then made her way to the other people on the flight. After everyone was on board, and the flight attendant went over procedures, it was finally time for takeoff. I leaned my ahead against the window again and tried to sleep.
When I finally woke up, we were finally landing. When the plane finally came to stop, I grabbed my duffel from the overhead compartment and made my way to the exit. As I exited my terminal, I flagged down a cab and gave the driver the address on where I needed to be dropped off. It took a little over an hour for us to get to Muncie.
"Here you are miss." He says, pulling up in front of the building of where my dorm was located. I paid him my fare, then exited the car.
When I entered my room, I decided to turn my phone back on. When it finally powered up, I noticed I had 5 texts and two missed calls. Two of the texts were from Teddy telling me she had fun during my visit. The other two texts and two missed calls came from an unknown number, which was the same number that tried to call me the last few days.
Not sure why you haven't been picking up or answering my texts, I just wanted to see if you made it back to school ok. -C
Ok, so I guess you're not answering. I was hoping we could finally talk about what happened New Year's Eve/New Year's Day-C
Call or text me when you get the chance. -C
Since Callie can't seem to take the hint that I don't want to talk to her, I quickly shot her a message text back. PLEASE STOP TEXTING ME! There's nothing to talk about. We had a great time together. Whatever we remember. We both did something we regret. It's over now. I don't really want to talk about it. -A I sent back. I know that text was a little harsh, but I didn't really care. I honestly didn't feel like talking to her. I may have felt something for her that night, but not anymore. Everyone around me say that sex was supposed to make you complete. I find that nothing but a load of crap. Having sex for the first time, especially when you're drunk doesn't make a person complete, it causes emptiness.
You're right, it is over, but I still think we should talk about what happened.-C
I didn't bother replying back. What more is there to really talk about? We had sex. Yes, we don't remember much, because we were drunk, but still. It's over now. We don't need to talk it. I won't talk about it. She needs to move on with her life and just leave me alone.
Classes were back in session two days later. Once again, I'm taking two classes this semester again, and I could tell with the workload, this was going to be a long one. Alex and I were in the same classes again, so when he saw me in the back row of the class, he smiled and claimed the seat next to mine.
"How was break?" he tries to ask.
"It sucked," I shot back. I took out my notebook and started taking notes our professor had written on the board.
"What do you mean it sucked?" he tries again.
"Just what I said, it sucked, now if you don't mind, we need to take notes," He was a little taken back by my words, so he just turns his attention to the front of the class.
As our professor began, I sat there listening to him go over what we would be covering the next 12 weeks. I try so hard to focus on what was being said, but mind kept going back to the night of New Year's Eve.
After class was over, I gathered my stuff and rushed out of the room. I wanted to get back to my dorm without having to talk to anyone, even Alex. I didn't want to tell him what happened back in Seattle, so I did my best to avoid him once our classes were over.
"Robbins," I hear Alex call out. But I just kept walking, pretending I didn't hear him. My behavior towards him was a little unorthodox and I know for a fact he's going to want an explanation, but I don't have one to give, "Robbins, wait up," he calls again.
"Not now, Alex," I finally say to him. I wasn't really in any kind of mood to talk to him, not anyone.
"Come on, Robbins, wait up," he says finally catching up to me. He grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop, "What was that dude? You totally snapped at me back there,"
"I said not now. Now if you'll excuse me. I have studying to do," I try to leave, but he steps in front of me to keep me from leaving.
"What's going on with you? You are a completely different person than you were when you left. Did something happen?"
"You want to know what's wrong? What's wrong is that you won't take the hint that I don't want to talk about anything right now. Especially my trip to Seattle, so, just do me the favor and just leave me alone," I shout. I step around him and continue walking to my dorm. I know I was a little harsh, but right now, I didn't really care. I just wanted to be left alone. Once I got to my dorm, I pulled my keys out and unlocked the door and made my way inside.
6 Weeks Later-
Six weeks into the new semester and I am drowning. My grades have slipped a little bit since start of the semester. Lately, I've failing tests or getting bad grades on assignments. Half the time, I'm just way too tired after class to even study. Which is not like me at all. Before going to Seattle, I use to spend every waking hour I had studying, but it's like all I want to do is sleep.
Sitting in class, I try my best to pay attention to what the professor is saying, but I start to doze off.
"Ms. Robbins, glad to see you find my class so stimulating. Hope you are paying attention because what we review today, will be on the midterm next week,"
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm just really tired,"
"Well staying up and partying will do that to you, Ms. Robbins. Now pay attention,"
"She doesn't party, Sir," Alex tries point out.
"I don't care what she does in her spare time, Mr. Karev. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to teaching my class," He turns his attention back to the class, and continues to go over the material for our midterm. Again, I tried to pay attention, but my stomach was doing turning so much that I couldn't focus. I felt like I was going to be sick. Holding back the vomit, I raised my hand.
"What now, Ms. Robbins?"
"May I excuse myself? I'm not feeling well."
"Go on." he tells me. I grab my bag from under my seat and left the room. For the last week and a half, I haven't felt the best. My stomach has been in knots. As I was heading back to my dorm, my stomach started to turn even more. I rushed to the nearest restroom, rushing into the nearest stall, I lean over the toilet and emptied my stomach.
"God, what is wrong with me," I gasp out. When I didn't get the urge to throw up again, I flushed the toilet then went to rinse my mouth.
Alex was waiting for me when I walked out of the bathroom.
"God, what do you want?" I growl.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay?" he says, sounding a little concerned.
"I'm fine, okay. You don't need to check on me every time I need to leave class,"
"What's going on with you, Robbins? It's like, ever since you've gotten back, you been in a bad mood all the time. And everytime I try to talk to you, you walk away,"
"It's none of your business, Karev," I snap, walking back in the direction of the dorms.
"You're one of my best friends, Robbins, so, it is my business. I have every right to know what is wrong,"
"Nothing is wrong, okay, now can we drop it, please?"
"Fine, whatever,"
"Look, it's not like that, okay," I tell him, stopping in front of my dorm, "when I'm ready to talk, you will be the first to know,"
"Promise?"
"I promise," I say to him, "But I have to get inside. I have some studying to do, if I can actually stay awake,"
"Alright, I'm going to go find Jo. She's been a little worried about you too,"
"Well, you can tell her I'm fine," I give him a hug and disappear behind my door. Walking further into the room, a figure stands up from my bed.
"You haven't been returning my calls," came the figures voice. I nearly jump out of my skin.
"What are you doing here?"
*So, who do you think it was in Arizona's dorm? Hope you enjoyed the chapter*
