A/N: Like I said before, this fiction is not planned. So if you wanna message me with some ideas, I'll be sure to give you credit at the end of the chapter. I'm also bad at reading over my chapter once it's finished because I'm so anxious to put it on here, so forgive me for any grammar, spelling, mistakes of any kind.
Chapter Two: Oh, Teenagers
That same day, after the bell for the end of forth period rang, Callie and Arizona left the Pre Calc class together. "Okay, so what class do you have now?" Callie asked the other girl.
Arizona took her schedule from her light pink bag and her blue eyes scanned over it, "Art," she read from the paper before her blue eyes then met with Callie's chocolate brown ones.
Callie looked at her own schedule and she laughed to herself when she noticed that she had Art that hour too, "This is too weird. I think we have the same schedules."
Arizona took a peek of Callie's blue sheet of paper, then compared it with hers, "You're right. We have all of the same classes," then there was that dimpled smile again, and Callie found herself really attracted to this blonde beauty, "I guess it's a good thing I like you," she giggled, nudging Callie in the arm.
"I guess you're right," Callie replied, hoping she didn't just turn a bright red.
"Hey," the blonde paused, looking at Callie's schedule again, "your name's Calliope?"
Callie's smile dropped at the sound of her name, and she quickly turned the blue sheet over, "Um.. Yeah. I know it's bad, I really, really hate--"
"What do you mean it's bad?" Arizona's dimples faded, and her brows furrowed, "I happen to love your name."
"Really?" Callie cocked an eyebrow, "You like the name… Calliope?" She felt like shuttering at the sound of it.
Her dimples came into view again, and she nodded her head, "Of course. It's not a bad name at all. I mean, look at my name. Arizona. It's not exactly a normal name, but you know what I say? Screw normal. Normal is for losers. I really like your name, Calliope."
This brought a smile to Callie's face as they both walked side by side down the hall, "And I really like your name too."
Cristina left the science class with George by her side, "That teacher is so boring. I can't have a boring science teacher, George. I swear, he talks just like that clear eyes guy," Cristina said, yawning as if Mr. Rivon almost put her to sleep.
"Have you seen Alex at all today?" George asked, adjusting his backpack strap over his shoulder.
"Yeah," she answered, "He had my second hour. He couldn't keep his hands off of Giggly McRedhead."
"Addison?"
"Uh huh," Cristina was clearly uninterested in this conversation.
"Did it look like they were together?"
Cristina rolled her eyes, "I don't know," she scoffed, "Oh, Mer!" Cristina shouted from down the hall upon seeing her mousy-haired friend, then she darted in her direction.
"Bye," George said to himself, waving at Cristina's retreating figure.
"Mer," Cristina said, catching up with her best friend.
"Cristina," Meredith smiled.
"What's your next class?" She asked curiously. She hoped she at least had one class with her best friend. Never, in all the years they have been attending this school, had they not had almost all the same classes.
"I have Spanish."
Cristina groaned, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, "I have art, lemme see your schedule," she said, becoming grabby as she rummaged for the small, blue slip of paper in Meredith's binder. She scanned over the paper, and was disappointed when she noticed that Meredith didn't have any of her classes, "Seriously?" She started, holding the paper in front of Meredith.
"What's wrong?"
"We don't have any classes together this semester! That's what's wrong," Cristina held in her urge to ball the piece of paper up and toss it onto the floor. Instead, she placed it back into Meredith's binder.
"Aw, seriously?"
"Seriously," Cristina confirmed.
"We always have our classes together," Meredith whined slightly.
Cristina crossed her arms over her chest, realizing she was walking the wrong way. Art class was on the other end of the hall she was on, "Well, I guess I'll see you at lunch," she groaned, turning in place and heading down the hall.
"See ya," Meredith replied.
"Hey, Mer!" Cristina said as she turned around, remembering something she wanted to say about this new Teddy chick, but Meredith was already gone. "Dammit," she said under her breath, turning back around and proceeding down the hallway.
Meredith entered the Spanish room, with a 'nice' greeting from Mr. Morales on her way inside, "Hola, Meredith," he smiled as he sat at his computer, "I see you couldn't find a hair brush over the summer," he teased her, laughing at his own joke.
Meredith rolled her eyes playfully with a large grin on her face, "And I see you decided to shave your head, that comb over wasn't working for you, Mr. Morales. Wait, did you shave it, or did the rest decide it was just time to fall out?"
Mr. Morales laughed, "That was a good one."
Lexie laughed a little as well as Meredith took a desk next to hers, "See what I mean? He teases everyone."
"Yeah," Lexie smiled, "He already got me right before you came in. "He called me freshmeat and told me I looked like I belonged in elementary school."
Meredith giggled a little bit.
Once all of the students had piled into the classroom, Mr. Morales began to call role, stopping when he got to Meredith and Lexie. "Oh, so we got two Grey's up in this classroom," he smiled, looking up at the two of them.
"Your name's Grey?" Lexie asked Meredith.
"Mhm," Meredith nodded.
"So, you're Meredith Grey?"
"Yes," Meredith answered a little slower this time.
"Grey, as in G. R. E. Y. Grey?"
"That's my name," Meredith let out a small chuckle, "Why, what's wrong with that?"
Lexie looked as though she was going to faint, and Meredith was curious to know why, "Alexandra?"
"Huh?" Lexie asked, snapping back into reality.
"What is it?"
Lexie swallowed the saliva in her mouth and shook her head quickly, "N-Nothing. I'm fine." She said, looking straight ahead, "I need to go to the restroom," She rose from her seat and went to Mr. Morales' desk who then gave her permission to leave class…
She never returned.
Izzie had gym class that hour, and the first thing she did was go to the restroom inside the small building. Sixteen year old Izzie had a secret that no one, not her family, not even her best friend… no one new about. But she didn't know how long she could hide this secret. She new the day would come when someone would notice, then what was she to do? She didn't want to think about it.
She stood in front of the mirror in the restroom, then lifted her shirt to expose her bare stomach. She let a hand run across her skin, "I'm so showing," she said out loud to herself, "You hear me? You're growing too fast, I need more time," she began talking to the baby that was growing inside of her.
"Izzie?" A voice called from behind.
Izzie was startled, and she pushed her shirt down and turned to find Addison at the door. She was stunned, she couldn't even speak. "W-" she took a breath, finding it hard to breathe all of the sudden, "What are you doing here?"
"I forgot my binder," she said, entering the restroom a few feet more to grab her binder from behind the sink, "Um.. Are you…?" She couldn't bring herself to finish the question.
Izzie's eyes left Addison completely, then studied the floor. She only nodded her head. Then there was silence.
"Is it…?" Again, she couldn't bring herself to finish the question.
"It's Alex's. He's the only person I've slept with," her eyes finally left the floor and found Addison's worried ones, "I'm four months along. I didn't do to you what you did to me, Addison. You don't have to worry," she frowned, pushing passed Addison and leaving the restroom.
I remembered that Izzie was pregnant at sixteen, so I thought I'd add this in. Hope you liked it! Also, thank you to Alex for correcting Lexie's name. It's Alexandra instead of Alexandria. Lol.
-Shelby.