I don't own Grey's Anatomy…but it would be pretty cool if I did.
Anyways, here is an update. Sorry it has been so long. I've been busy...kind of. More like I've been procrastinating. I think I've finally got some motivation, so here it is.
"Meredith?" Cristina quietly approached her after last period, which was math. Meredith had gotten the impression throughout the day that Cristina wanted nothing to do with her. Maybe she was a contendor for Addison or maybe she really was just smarter than everyone else.
"Yeah?" Meredith turned around, facing her classmate.
"Do you think you might want to study with me later?" she asked, "After dinner before study hall? Since we have the same classes...and since study hall is with our advising groups?"
"Sure," Meredith smiled warmly, she knew it was time to make another friend who wasn't Izzie, "Do you want to walk with me to dinner?"
Cristina nodded, joining Meredith and beginning to walk down the halls and out of the building.
"So your nose?" she asked, "I never got the full story...what happened to it?"
"Umm," Meredith blushed, thinking about Derek, "I was leaving the library and someone swung open the door and hit me in the face with it."
"Do you think its broken? she questioned, taking in the blue and purple coloration.
"Nah," Meredith shrugged, "Its probably just bruised."
"Do you know the person who swung the door in your face?" she asked, "Because I could deck them for you."
"Yeah I do," she blushed, "And no...it won't be necessary."
"Oh well," she frowned, "Anytime you need a hitman...let me know."
"Will do," Meredith smiled, "But now we have to brave our first study hall."
Meredith walked into the room awkwardly, noticing Derek was already at the same seat as before in the back of the room. Looking down at the ground, Meredith quickly slid into a seat and Cristina slid into one next to her. She could feel eyes on her, and she didn't know if they were good or bad. She was sure that Derek's eyes were on her.
"Hi Der," she watched as Addison walked into the classroom, just on time. Meredith slowly turned her head and watched Derek roll his eyes,
"Hello Addison." Shrugging her shoulders, Meredith watched as Addison sat down next to the sophomore Callie across from Meredith and Cristina, turning towards her friend and starting to gossip.
"What do you think is going on with them?" Cristina asked under her breath, "It seems really tense."
"I don't want anything to do with them," Meredith shrugged, waving to Izzy as she walked into the classroom, followed by Ms. Bailey.
"Does anyone have any announcments?" Ms. Bailey asked.
"I do," Addison raised her perfectly manicured hand, "Field hockey try-outs are tomorrow on the fields at 3:30...anyone is welcome."
"Thanks Addison," Ms. Bailey smiled, "For those of you who haven't had an SGS study hall, you'll stay in here for an hour and a half and then you are free to go."
"You should try-out for field hockey," Cristina muttered under her breath, "You could beat Addison over the head with a stick."
"I was planning on playing field hockey," Meredith frowned, "I played in Boston...but if she is on the team."
"Don't do it over some half-hot redhead who doesn't have Derek Shepherd under the palm of her hand," Cristina rolled her eyes, "Just try-out...what could go wrong?"
Meredith sat in the library the next day after lunch, thinking about her decision to try-out for the team.
"Hey," Derek walked up, causing Meredith to jerk her head up.
"Hi," she frowned, looking back at her textbooks. She really didn't want to talk to him. She had known all along that he would turn out to be a stereotypical boy, but she wanted to find something different in him.
"So..." he began, taking a seat, "What is with the rudeness today?"
Meredith sighed and looked him in the eyes, "Addison."
"Don't let her bother you!"
"What am I supposed to think?" Meredith slammed her book shut, "You are just some jocky soccer player who plays with girls, aren't you?"
"I'm someone you have to get to know to love," Derek shrugged, "And no, I'm not just some jocky soccer player."
"I don't know the first thing about you," Meredith frowned, "And I don't really want to as of right now. As of this moment you're just another guy walking around Seattle with fabulous hair."
"Oh," he grinned, "Okay, you'll just pretend that one night didn't happen."
"Sounds like a plan," she smirked, trying not to smile. Derek Shepherd's charm was shining bright.
Meredith Grey didn't want to walk onto the fresh cut grass field hockey field. She thought about Boston, where she played elite field hockey, and on turf at that. What she really didn't want to deal with was Addison as captain.
"Hello," the coach nodded at Meredith, "I'm Coach Michaels."
"Hi," Meredith smiled, "I'm Meredith...I'm a freshman."
"Do you know how to play?" she asked, "I mean, are you any good?"
"I've been playing for a few years back home in Boston," Meredith shrugged, "Do you choose the teams or does Addison?"
"I choose them," the coach smiled, patting Meredith on the back, "Now you have to show me your stuff."
Throughout practice Addison and Meredith somehow kept getting paired together for different things. There was tension in everything that was done but it was nothing compared to the tension when the one vs. one drill started.
Addison took the position as a defender and Meredith started dribbling the ball towards the goal. Instead of playing fair, Addison took her stick, stuck it in front of Meredith's ankle, causing her to fly towards the ground. Before hitting the ground, Meredith grabbed Addison's wrist, causing her to fall onto the ground with her.
"What the hell Addison?" Meredith pushed herself off the ground, leaving Addison in a heap, "Why can't you just play fair? Treat me like a team-mate? Or you could hold this huge grudge for something I didn't even - "
"Then explain coming out of Derek's room late at night looking extremely...pleased?" Addison smirked at Meredith.
"Do you think we - geeze, do you think I'm that much of a whore?"
"Ladies!" the coach barked, walking over to the two, "What is going on?"
"She tripped me!" Meredith blurted, "I was trying to keep my balance by grabbing onto her."
"You're both sitting out for the rest of try-outs, Meredith you're on the team, but I don't want to see you back until Friday after classes. Same with you Addison, I'm disappointed in you," the coach sighed, continuing the rest of practice.
"And to answer your question," Addison froze, glaring at Meredith, "Yes, I do believe you're that much of a whore."
"Hi," Meredith walked up to Cristina and Izzy, who were arguing about something stupid as seemed to be the new normal for them.
"How'd it go?" Cristina asked, "Did you bash Addison's face in with a stick?"
"I came pretty damn close," Meredith shrugged, "She tripped me and I pulled her onto the ground, now we can't practice until Friday."
"Way to go!" Cristina high-fived her, "I see a little bit of big city girl coming out in you!"
"Big city girl?" she heard from behind, turning around to be greeted with an extremely handsome face.
"Yeah," Meredith smiled shyly, looking up at the upperclassman.
"I'm Mark, Mark Sloan," he stuck out his hand, "I heard you say that you and Addison were fighting and thats something I would've loved to see."
"Why are you talking to me?" Meredith asked, "You're older than me and I just went head-to-head with one of the most gorgeous girls at the school."
"I love a girl with confidence," Mark shrugged, "And I'm still talking to you because you never told me your name."
"Meredith," she smiled, a little less shy, "Meredith Grey. Pleasure to meet you."
"For the record," Mark tossed his head, "Addison isn't the most beautiful girl in the school." With a wink, Mark walked towards the door of the commons, waving to one other kid before leaving.
"McSteamy just called you the most beautiful girl in school," Cristina laughed, "I'd be flattered."
"Yeah," Meredith shrugged, distracted.
Oh the boys she seemed to encounter.