A/N: You like how I'm juggling my story and studying for my finals? Lol. This chapter is filled with more things happening, and it moves the storyline forward with each character. Also, I just wanted to say THANK YOU to all of you who read my story and take the time to tell me what you think of it! It means a lot. I have gotten requests for this story, and I am trying to fulfill those requests. But I can't do it in the blink of an eye, I have to find where it fits in the storyline. Just FYI. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Eight: People Ain't No Good

The weekend was over, and all Meredith wanted to do this morning was stay in bed. She didn't feel like learning or writing, and she really didn't feel like dealing with Owen or Lexie today. But she had to. There was no more avoiding Lexie because of the class they had together, and she couldn't avoid Owen because of what he did to Cristina.

She was hoping to see Cristina in the halls before class that morning, but unfortunately, she only saw Owen, who flashed a smile at her as he passed her by, "Morning, Meredith."

All Meredith did was look at him with an icy glare. This confused and worried Owen. His brows furrowed and he continued down the hallway, hoping that was really direction at him.

Owen entered the classroom to find a smiling Cristina in the back, and a not so smiling Teddy in the front.

"Morning," he nodded with a smile to Teddy first, so he wouldn't make what happened between them obvious. Teddy didn't reply. She didn't even look at his smiling face; it was too painful right now.

Owen made his way to the back of the class and sat in the desk in front of Cristina's, "Morning, Cristina."

And she didn't hesitate to say what had been on her mind since yesterday, "I love you, too."

Owen's brows furrowed and a half smile appeared where the larger one had once been. She caught him off guard, "You do?"

Cristina nodded her head, placing her hand over his on the surface of her desk, "I do."

Teddy felt tears prick at her eyes hearing their faint voices from behind her.

George watched Izzie enter the art class and he removed his backpack from her seat to let her sit down. Today didn't seem to be different than any other day, she seemed to be just as distraught as before, and George was upset that he couldn't do anything to help her.

"Hey, we got an easy assignment today," he started, already knowing an easy assignment wasn't going to solve all of her problems. She didn't say anything, she didn't even look at him.

George sighed deeply, "Izzie, is there anything I can do, because I don't want you to feel this way. So, if there's anything at all I can do--" Izzie interrupted him before he got to finish his sentence.

"I saw you talking to Alex yesterday."

"Oh?"

"What did he want?" Izzie asked curiously.

George knew he was a terrible liar, but he didn't want to tell her the truth, mainly because he was afraid of how she would react, "Oh nothing," George stumbled over his words, "he was just… in the neighborhood."

Izzie cocked an eyebrow at the nervous look on George's face and she knew before he even started talking that he was lying, "George, don't do that," she shook her head.

"Do what?" He asked, playing dumb.

"Lie to me. If you really want to do something to make me feel better, you would tell me the truth… please."

George could see the pleading look in her eyes, it was a look that George couldn't just ignore. Though, he was sure that telling her the truth would make her feel anything but better.

"He knows, Izzie," George decided to just rip off the band-aid, "he heard us talking in the hallway."

A gap was parted between Izzie's lips, and George knew he shouldn't have said anything.

A few hours later, Meredith was making her way to her fifth hour class, dreading seeing Lexie already. Not so much dreading seeing her as she was talking to her.

Entering the classroom, Meredith found a desk on the opposite side of the room from her "sister". As she sat down, she hoped Lexie wouldn't come and talk to her. She squinted her eyes, though, watching Lexie rise from her desk and she knew when she started walking in her direction Lexie was coming to talk to her.

"Hi," Lexie said sweetly, sitting in the desk next to Meredith.

"Listen, I'm gonna be straightforward with you here," she started, hating to seem so cold toward a girl who didn't do anything wrong, "You seem like a really sweet person, and I have nothing against you. I just don't want a relationship with you. I will never think of you as my sister. Because every time I look at you, I feel nothing but anger. Not towards you, but towards my father. He left me and my mom and never looked back. Every time I look at you, I see what he did and I can't handle it. So, I don't want a relationship with you. I don't want to have anything to do with you," Meredith tried her very best not to sound cold hearted and mean, but Lexie still looked heartbroken.

"Lexie," Meredith sighed, but Lexie didn't let her finish, "No, it's okay. I get it."

Somehow, Lexie's words weren't very convincing as she stood from the desk to return to her seat across the room. Meredith had never felt like a bigger bitch.

"Meredith," she heard her name being called as she leaned against the wall outside the cafeteria after she was finished eating. Turning her head in the direction the voice came from, she hadn't expected to see Mark walking toward her.

"Mark," Meredith replied, acknowledging his existence.

"Hey, do you know where Lexie is?" He asked, leaning against the wall beside her.

Her face twisted and she snapped her head in his direction, "Why would I know where she is?"

"Well, she is your sister--"

"She's not my sister," Meredith scorned, "and I'm not her keeper. Why do you wanna know where she is anyway?"

"I have a date with her tonight. I just need to know if it's okay for me to pick her up at eight."

"Whoa," her brows furrowed, "You have a date with Lexie?"

"Yeah, why? Is there a problem with that?" A smirk appeared on his smug face.

"No," she crossed her arms over her chest, pretending not to care, "I was just wondering. She's like four years younger than you."

"There are some hot freshmen this year, Grey."

Meredith rolled her eyes at his statement.

"What's your deal with Lexie anyway?" Mark asked curiously.

"That's none of your business," Meredith answered, shaking her head.

"You're probably right," Mark sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He pushed his weight off of the wall, then stood in front of Meredith, "But she's a pretty cool person once you get to know her. I think you'd like her, Meredith. She's already told me how much she wanted to get to know you. She wants for you to like her," he stood there for a moment in silence, waiting for Meredith to say anything at all. Realizing that she wasn't going to speak, Mark started to take a few steps back, "Alright then. Catch you later, Grey," he said, waving before going back inside the cafeteria.

Meanwhile, Callie was about to leave the Pre Calc class after getting some extra help from her teacher when Owen walked through the door for the same reason. She glared at him for a moment, and he noticed that it was the same glare he got from Meredith that morning. Callie thanked the teacher for her help before pushing past Owen to get out into the hallway.

"Callie," Owen said, leaving the classroom behind her.

"What?" Callie said with a bit of attitude in her voice, turning to face him.

"What is with everyone giving me those looks today? I got it from Meredith now I'm getting it from you… did I do something wrong?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're damn right you did something wrong. You kissed Teddy," she paused, watching the expression on Owen's face change from a confused one to a worried one, "And I'm not close friends with Cristina, but she's still my friend. And she's actually happy with you, Owen. I rarely ever see that girl happy, and you've made her happy. But… you fucked up," Callie scorned, turning to continue down the hall.

"Callie," Owen started after her.

"I don't care, Owen. Just save it," she told him without looking back.

After lunch, Izzie went to her sixth hour class, which was Webpage Design. She liked that class because she had the very back computer and the teacher didn't know that she was surfing the web the whole class period. But as soon as she walked through the door, she knew the class period wouldn't be enjoyable that day. Izzie's eyes met with none other than Alex's who was sitting in the seat right next to her computer. Slowly, she made her way to the back of the classroom, avoiding eye contact with Alex. She sat at her computer, feeling incredibly uneasy sitting next to him, especially now since he knew her secret.

Silence filled the air as Izzie logged onto her computer, purposely pretending Alex wasn't there.

"Izzie," Alex said in a soft tone, low enough for only Izzie to hear. But she continued to ignore him, "Come on, Iz. Talk to me," he practically begged.

"What are you doing in here?" She whispered sternly, sending a quick glare his way before looking back to her screen.

"My schedule got changed," he answered.

"Great," Izzie scoffed sarcastically. She was perfectly fine with not having any classes with Alex. But now… if she had to put up with him every sixth hour…

"Izzie, I know you probably hate me," Alex said, interrupting her thoughts completely.

Izzie shut her eyes and shook her head, "Alex, don't," she started, looking at him and he could see the hurt in her eyes, "Just, please… shut up. Don't talk to me."

Alex decided to do what she said, letting out a deep sigh and turning his attention back to his computer.

Once everyone was in class, Alex continued to remain silent. Izzie hoped he wouldn't say anything about her pregnancy. It wasn't the time or the place; it would never be the time or the place. Even though Izzie never glanced over at him, she could see Alex doing it in the corner of her eye. She could tell he had something on his mind, and she knew exactly what that something was.

"I miss you," she heard him whisper, and she could feel her heart begin to beat a little faster.

"Ms. Reed," Izzie said while lifting her hand in the air. She wiped her eyes with her other hand, hoping to hide her emotions from everyone, especially Alex, "I'm not feeling well. Can I go to the nurse?"

After Izzie was excused, Alex watched her retreating figure until she could no longer be seen. He felt raw on this inside. Everyone thought he couldn't be "that guy", but he was determined to prove them all wrong.

After school, Mark finally caught up with Lexie before she left.

"Lexie," he called her name, getting her attention. He noticed the depressing look on her face and his brows furrowed with trepidation, "Something wrong?"

All Lexie did was shrug her shoulders then shake her head. Mark approached her, looking at her with concern in his eyes, "Does it have something to do with Meredith?" She didn't even need to answer that question, the look on her face said it all.

"She doesn't want anything to do with me," Lexie sighed.

"I'm sure that's not it."

"Oh, but it is. She told me those exact words," she paused, studying the tile pattern on the floor in deep thought as she spoke, "All I wanted was to know her, to be close with her. My dad talks about her sometimes, and I don't think she knows how much he thinks about her. I just wanted a relationship with her, but she made it perfectly clear today that that will never happen."

"She'll come around," Mark said with a for sure smile on his face, "Just give her some time." Lexie nodded her head, even though she didn't believe him. "It okay if I pick you up at eight?" he asked after he was able to make her smile.

"Maybe seven. My dad has this thing about being home at nine thirty on a school night."

"Seven it is," he smiled as she waved goodbye to him. Then he watched her leave, the whole time thinking wondering if she would be an easy lay. Mark is Mark, everyone knows what's on his mind when he sees a cute girl. Except for maybe Lexie; poor girl. She has no idea what she's getting herself into.

Arizona met with Callie at the Seattle Library after school. Arizona was a wiz at Pre Calc while Callie was struggling, even though she wouldn't admit to it. Arizona could tell by how she had been going to the Pre Calc class during lunch. She entered the building and spotted Callie looking irritated, buried in her Pre Calc textbook. She smiled and shook her head watching Callie throw down her pencil in frustration.

"Need help?" She asked when she approached the table, startling Callie in the process.

"God Arizona, I thought I was gonna pick you up at your house at five?"

"I decided to come here and see you instead. Are you having some trouble with the homework?" She asked, pulling up a chair next to Callie.

"No, I'm good."

Arizona rolled her eyes at Callie's stubbornness, "Okay… truth time," she paused, getting eye contact from the brunette, "You're struggling in Pre Calc aren't you?"

Callie wasn't able to lie to her while she stared into her blue eyes, it's not like it was that big of a deal anyway. She released a sigh and leaned back in her chair, "Yes. I suck at this. I hate, hate, hate math."

A pleased smile appeared one Arizona's face, "Well, lucky for you, I love math. So, I can be your personal tutor," Arizona winked at her, sliding the book a little so she was able to see the first problem.

All Callie could do was smile at her, "You're amazing."

Arizona's face turned red and she let out a giggle.

"Really, you are," Callie assured her with a nod, "This whole bi-curious thing isn't as hard as I thought it would be."

And as soon as those words left Callie's lips, Arizona's smile faded completely, "Wait," she paused, "I'm the first girl you've ever been out with?"

Callie nodded as if there wasn't a problem with the situation, and to her, there wasn't. But to Arizona, there was. "Oh," Arizona looked down at the numbers on the page, thinking of a way to say this nicely, "Calliope, I can't do this then," she said, looking up to find Callie's expression had fallen.

"What are you talking about?" Callie asked with a worried look on her face.

"You're experimenting, and I'm looking for someone to start a relationship with. Don't get me wrong, I like you. In fact, I really, really like you. And that's the problem. I can't get close to someone who doesn't even know how she feels yet. I don't want to get hurt if you ever realize that you don't like girls anymore. So… I can't do this," she finished, standing from the chair, "I'm sorry, Calliope."

And with that, she began to walk away, "I'll see you at school."

Like that, she was gone, leaving Callie confused and upset with unfinished Pre Calc homework.

Sorry about the ending. But I did need to give Callie and Arizona a little drama too or else their storyline would get boring. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Also, sorry there was no MerDer, or Derek at all. I'll see what I can do with him next chapter.

-Shelby.