I don't own Grey's Anatomy…but it would be pretty cool if I did.
Anyways, here is an update. Thanks for all the positive feedback...I love it!
Meredith Grey looked at her schedule for what must have been the fiftieth time in the past ten minutes. After their awkward advising group meeting, they had been given their schedules for the next day and sent to dinner. Meredith hadn't even bothered looking at hers until she was secure in one of the many common rooms hours later.
"What classes do you have?" she heard a voice from behind her. Turning around, she saw the puppy-dog eyes of her fellow freshman advisee, George.
"I have all honors courses: Biology, Algebra Two, English, World History, French Four, and my favorite…Anatomy," Meredith smiled, George didn't seem as pushy as Izzie; he actually seemed as if he might be a good friend.
"Besides French, I'm taking the same," he returned the smile, "And just to make this a formal moment, I'm George O'Malley."
"And I'm Meredith Grey," she laughed.
George could feel the butterflies beginning to swarm in his stomach. Meredith was beautiful in an unconventional way. He wanted to sit down next to her and get to know her, but he didn't want to create an awkward situation.
"Hopefully we'll have some of the same classes," he shrugged, "Sounds like that is a very distinct possibility."
"I hope so too," she smiled sweetly, "Anyways, I need to go to sleep. The sooner I sleep, the closer it will be to our first extended break and I can leave this place."
"Goodnight."
Meredith didn't say anything back as she headed to the door of the commons room. Before she could open the door, the door swung open at her, hitting her clear in the face.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed, clutching her nose. She could feel the warm blood flowing steadily from it, "Fuck!"
Looking up at the person who had opened the door, she was greeted by the most intensely beautiful eyes that she had ever seen in her life.
"God!" the junior who she recognized from her advising group cried, "I'm so sorry."
Smiling weakly, Meredith headed back for the door, still clutching her nose. She had never been more mortified in her life.
"Wait," he grabbed the door and opened it for her, getting a wonderful whiff of lavender as his nose came near her hair, "Come up to my room so the bleeding can stop and so that you don't scare your room-mate."
Meredith hesitated for a moment. She knew that her brain wasn't working properly. She had never had the intense rush of emotions throughout her body when looking into somebody's eyes as she had looking at Derek. She also knew that it was against the rules for girls to go in the boys rooms. At that moment, rules didn't really matter.
"Sure," she smiled weakly, still rather embarrassed, "My roommate is kind of, well, blonde; she probably wouldn't be able to handle too much blood."
"And we won't get caught," Derek assured her, "Just…trust me on that one."
Meredith couldn't help but smile. She could barely feel the throbbing pain in her bleeding nose as she followed Derek out the doors of the commons and into the cool night air. Seattle was not a very warm place.
"So where are you from?" he asked, "I find it easier to read people if I know where they are coming from."
"I usually live in Boston," Meredith replied, "Where are you from?"
" New York City," he smiled to the distance.
"So there is already one thing we have in common," Meredith pointed out, "We are both from the East coast."
"And for that I'm thankful, even though we could probably debate about the Sox versus the Yankees," he smiled, looking at Meredith, "How is your nose?"
"I think it stopped bleeding," Meredith felt her nose, quickly drawing her hand back due to the pain; "It is already a little swollen."
"I have a small ice maker in my room," Derek put one of his arms around her to stop her from shivering; "It should help bring down the swelling. I'm still really sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Meredith shrugged, "I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. It is always the freshman's fault anyways."
Before Derek could come up with a witty response, he was slowly opening the door to his room. Somehow miraculously, none of the other guys were in the hall to hoot and holler at the scene unfolding in front of them.
"Wait," Meredith stopped, looking at his room as the lights flickered on, "Do you not have a roommate?"
"When you are a junior or a senior, if you are in National Honors Society and have remained on the Dean's List throughout high-school, you are eligible to get a single," he explained, "And I didn't want to deal with a roommate again. They are too much trouble."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, watching as he scooped some ice inside of a random Ziploc bag.
"That is a story for another time," his brow furrowed and Meredith knew to leave it alone, "Why don't you sit there?"
Derek was motioning for his bed. Meredith froze, but somehow managed to make it to the bed and sit down without asking any questions. Derek came over and sat next to her, gently placing the ice bag which was now wrapped in a washcloth on her nose.
In that moment, Meredith felt fire flying through her body. Derek had an amazing touch, even if it was just with a bag of ice.
Before she could thank him for anything, Derek slowly scooted closer to her and put one arm around her shoulder, drawing her in; he slowly placed a long but passionate kiss on her lips.
Meredith shot up unexpectedly, confused. Derek pulled back too, looking at her. As if the eye connection had triggered the inner beast in both, Meredith and Derek were suddenly laying on his bed, tongues down each others throats.
The school year was definitely going to be interesting, Meredith just knew it.
Somehow about an hour after Derek and Meredith had made-out, she had successfully made it back to her dorm without questions asked, but with the lack of sleep and the swollen nose, Meredith couldn't help but laugh satirically at her reflection.
"Izzie," she resorted to talking to her overly peppy roommate, "I look terrible."
Izzie frowned, walking towards Meredith and taking in her appearance, "Your nose is black and blue! Your eye even looks a little purple! Are you sure it isn't broken?"
"It is just a bruise," Meredith sighed, looking in her closet for clothes. Although normally she would have dressed to impress on the first day of classes, today was not the day.
"So," Izzie tried to slowly bring up the subject of Meredith's late arrival the night before, "What were you doing last night?"
Meredith rolled her eyes before slowly turning around to look at Izzie, "Almost breaking my nose."
Izzie shrugged, accepting the answer. As Izzie continued to make herself look glamorous, Meredith perfected her sloppy pigtails and pulled on her comfort jeans. Along with her favorite jeans, she threw on her white chucks and a blue patterned shirt.
"Are you ready for our first breakfast?" Izzie asked eagerly. Meredith nodded. How could it only be the first morning when so much had happened already?
Meredith and Izzie walked through the dining hall, looking for a table to sit at. Meredith noticed Derek sitting with his best friend Preston and the rest of the soccer team at one table and frowned. Maybe he wasn't different from the rest, maybe he was just looking for someone to make-out with.
Meredith and Izzie found seats with their mutual friend George, but an awkward silence was all that came after sitting down. After a few minutes of purely small talk, Meredith noticed Addison, the confident and gorgeous girl from their advising group storming towards the table.
"Oh look!" Izzie said excitedly, "Maybe she is coming to give us some words of advice for our…" Izzie was cut short by Addison, who had already reached the table.
"My only word of advice," she sneered, looking at Meredith, "Is to STAY AWAY from Derek Shepherd."
Izzie and George both looked at Meredith with wide eyes. "Why?" Meredith asked.
"Well," she began, "He is my boyfriend." Behind Addison stood Callie, the sophomore who was also in the advising group. Her face fell for a split second, but instantly changed as she vigorously nodded her head to agree with her friend.
"What?" Meredith asked, obviously confused, "How do you know I was with him?"
"You don't think other guys didn't see you leaving his room?" she asked, "We're sneaky around here. But if you want to rise on the social ladder you better not pull anymore stunts like that because I'll make your life here a living hell, understood?"
Meredith nodded nervously and continued picking at her bagel.
"Glad we're understood," Addison smiled vengefully, "Good luck with your first day of classes."
Meredith was furious, absolutely furious. Derek Shepherd was taken, and he had played it off as if he wasn't. Meredith knew it, she knew he was another typical egotistical male.
By the time third period rolled around, Meredith already wanted to die. The only good thing was that third period was Anatomy, and her mom had already explained half of this to her as she had grown up. Ms. Bailey was her teacher for Anatomy, along with Biology, and Meredith hadn't been to either of her classes yet that day.
"Meredith!" she exclaimed, looking at her carefully as she walked into the room, "What happened to your nose?"
"I had a collision with someone who was opening the door, I don't really know what happened," she shrugged, "Its just bruised." Ms. Bailey nodded and walked towards her desk.
Izzie had the class with her, and so did George. She also noticed Alex Karev, another freshman from their group who always seemed too full of himself to talk to them. Cristina Yang also walked in, the girl that shared all her classes so far, but didn't seem to want to talk to Meredith. The class began to get more interesting as Derek Shepherd walked through the door.
He flashed one of his brilliant smiles at Meredith, causing her to blush.
"Your nose looks better," he smiled genuinely.
"Thanks," she frowned, opening her textbook so she looked like she was doing something else.
"So, how are you?" he asked, taking a seat next to her.
"Izzie is sitting there," Meredith looked up and met his eyes, "Can you not take her seat?"
Derek looked puzzled, but moved on to the back of the room. Unfortunately, at that moment, Addison walked into the room. Once again, Meredith buried her head in the book. Addison took the seat next to Meredith, and then turned around to wave at Derek. He didn't do anything back.
"So," Addison looked at Meredith, "You are taking Anatomy too."
"Yep," Meredith looked over at her and shrugged, "Looks like this class should be fun."
"Mmmm," Addison smiled her cheesiest smile towards Meredith and turned around again, trying to get Derek's attention again.
Something was fishy, and Meredith didn't know exactly what it was. The Seattle Grace School was turning out to be more dramatic and interesting than Meredith ever thought possible.