I know it's been a while since I last updated and I apologize, but there's more to my life than just writing. I've been a little busy with other things, and also in the biggest block of my life, haha. But like I said before, you don't have to worry about this story being left unfinished. I plan on keeping it going for a very, very long time because I'm enjoying writing it. Thanks to all of you who review, reading them puts the biggest smile on my face!
Chapter Twenty: The New Students
"What in Heaven's name were you thinking!" Carlos Torres raised his voice, angrily walking through the front door of the house with a nervous Callie walking slowly behind him, "I didn't raise you to be like this!" He turns to see his daughter avoiding eye contact, "Calliope, you look at me when I speak to you."
She let's her brown orbs focus on his, but only for a moment before dropping her gaze back to the floor, "Daddy, I'm eighteen. You can't tell me what to do anymore," she says uneasily, walking passed her father and towards the hallway, but he grabs her by the arm.
"That's right… you are eighteen. But you still live under my roof, so you live by my rules," forcing her to look at him, a frown is set deep onto his features and he let's go of her arm, "I forbid you to see her."
"You can't do that!" Callie immediately replies, raising her voice back to her father.
"I believe I just did."
Callie let's out a forced, sarcastic laugh and shakes her head, "You can't stop me from seeing Arizona, daddy."
"If you continue to see this girl, you will no longer be allowed to live in this household."
Callie wasn't expecting that. She knew she had nowhere else to go, and she knew she didn't want to lose her family. But she also knew she didn't want to lose the girl she loved. So with a scoff, she turned her back to her father and stormed down the hallway into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Once the weekend had passed, Monday had reared its ugly head once again. Four students walked through the doors of the high school for the first time. Four students who used to go to Seattle West High School, and everyone knew they were the enemies. As they got their schedules from the front office, all they could think about was how badly they didn't want to be there.
"Maybe it won't be that bad," April Kepner shrugged her shoulders, keeping a small smile on her face as she looked at the three of her friends, "maybe they will like us."
Reed rolled her eyes and scoffed slightly, "The question is, will we like them?"
"I got government first hour," Charles said, reading over his schedule. Then so did the rest of them.
"So do I," Reed sighed, as if she didn't want to be stuck in the same class with the guy who had a crush on her. Charles was like a little brother to her, so to even think about being with him romantically was wrong on so many levels to her. She was just glad he had never tried to make a move yet, but dreaded the day he would.
"I have AP English," Jackson said, looking up from the pink sheet of paper.
"And I've got Art," said April, folding her schedule in half before sticking it inside of her sky blue binder.
"Let's get today over with," Reed said, linking arms with April and walking down the hallway.
Charles stayed behind with Jackson, his eyes glued to how Reed's hips swayed when she walked. Jackson smirked, picking up on the way Charles was looking at the redhead, "Dude, why don't you just ask her out already?"
Charles didn't take his eyes away from Reed until she got around the corner, "No," he sighed, finally moving his legs and walking up the hall.
"Come on, man, don't be a pussy," Jackson kept the smirk on his face.
"Fuck you," Charles flipped him the bird as he turned the corner.
Derek sat in his classroom, completely ignorant of anything going on around him. People were giving him looks of sympathy because of what happened. He didn't even feel like coming to school, but he figured it was better than staying locked in his room, listening to his family mourning and weeping around him. He didn't want to hear crying. He has already cried enough over the weekend, and he didn't want to do it anymore.
So, he tried his best to focus on the assignment for the day, and pour everything he had into that.
April Kepner entered the class room next, glancing around and the teacher made eye contact with her, "Um.. Is this the art class?" She asked hesitantly, and the teacher shook her head.
"No, sorry, this is Pre Calculus."
"But the schedule said D102," April's voice trailed off, looking at her yellow slip of paper and coming to an embarrassing realization, "Oohh, B102," she paused, looking back up at the teacher, "wrong class. I read it wrong… sorry," and as she was about to turn around, Derek caught her eye. It was like everything suddenly went in slow motion, and she let her eyes scan his amazing features, like she was hypnotized by his remarkable good looks. But her trance was broken as she turned completely, bumping into another student with a thud and the classroom buzzed with snickers.
"Sorry," April said, her cheeks turning pink as she hurried herself from the class room.
Cristina was finally able to come to school again, and she came into her first hour class in an extremely good mood, smiling widely seeing her boyfriend in the back of the class. She made her way to her desk after placing a big kiss on his lips.
"Well, someone's feeling a lot better I take it," he grinned at her.
"So much better. I feel like I've been missing so much around here."
"Look who's back," Teddy's voice chimed in as she entered the class room with a small smile on her face. Even though she was kind of with Addison now, she still felt a small sting of jealousy every time she seen Cristina and Owen together, "how are you feeling?"
Cristina still didn't like Teddy for the simple fact that she kissed him, her smile faded and she mumbled under her breath, "Well, I was doing great before you walked in."
Owen nudged her arm, cocking his eyebrow and Cristina let out a sigh, faking a smile, "I'm doing just fine."
"Good," Teddy smiled back, taking her seat at the front of the class.
That's when the new student, Jackson Avery sauntered into the classroom, claiming a seat near the front as well. All eye were on him, since he was kind of gorgeous, and he glanced around, faintly smiling at the girls in the room.
Throughout the first period, the teacher was standing in front of the class, asking questions about John Allen Poe poem they had just finished reading, and the innocent questions formed into a game of Jeopardy between the two most competitive students in class - Cristina and Jackson. It's as if they were challenging one another with the questions that were being asked, and their hands going up in the air was like the buzzer. And everyone could sense the tension.
Jackson was definitely intrigued by this girl.
A sexless Mark Sloan entered his art class, slightly frustrated he hadn't gotten any tail in a while, but still happy he was trying to do better for the girl he liked. He walked passed George and Izzie's table, but stopped and turned back around, leaning over the table they were sitting at, "You guys hear about Derek's dad?" He asked curiously, upset about everything that had happened over the weekend, but even more upset that he was the last to know. Derek's dad was like a father to him.
"Yeah," Izzie paused with a nod of her head, "It's sad isn't it?" You're going out to eat with your family and suddenly you're in the hospital getting the news that your father is gone…"
"What's with all the shootings?" George cocked an eyebrow.
"It's crazy, right?" Mark added, leaning up from the table, placing his hand on Izzie's shoulder absently.
Izzie made a face, shaking her shoulder to get Mark's hand off, "Sloan, I'm involved."
Mark took his hand from her shoulder and a smirk formed on his face, "Don't worry, sweetheart… so am I," he said coolly, walking toward his table in the back.
"You're involved?" George asked curiously.
Izzie paused, letting out a sigh and shrugging her shoulders, "I don't really know yet. He said he's still in love with me, and he wants to be there for me. He cheated on me once, why should I think he won't do it again?" With another sigh, she looks down at the surface of the table, "I don't know what to do."
"Do what feels right," he replied.
Izzie looked up again, locking her eyes with her best friend's, "You know what feels right?" She paused as George shook his head in response, "giving him another chance. But this time, I'm going to expect the worst. I really don't want to get hurt again."
Before George was able to reply, he heard the door to the classroom open, and everyone stopped what they were doing briefly to see who was coming in. April Kepner.
"This is art, right?" She asked, looking at the teacher who nodded her head.
April smiled, satisfied with herself.
"Let me see your schedule," the teacher told her, and April walked across the room, handing over the slip of paper.
"Nice to have you with us, April," the woman smiled at her, handing back the paper.
"Thank you, she replied, taking her schedule back and finding a seat at one of the empty tables.
"Hm," George paused, admiring the timid new girl, "she's cute."
A smirk formed on Izzie's lips and she playfully nudged his arm, "You should totally ask her out."
Shaking his head, he made a slightly sarcastic face, "I don't know."
"Come on, you've been single for I don't know how long. You're seventeen and still a virgin."
George frowned a bit, snapping his attention back to Izzie, "We don't speak of that."
Izzie laughed a bit, "Whatever. I'm just saying, you need to get into the game sometime."
After the bell rang, Charles and Reed exited their government class together, and he had been spending the entire class period talking himself into asking her out in his mind. Rehearsing what he would say.
"Um… Reed," he paused after placing a hand on her shoulder gently.
"What is it, Charlie?" She asked, digging in her bag for her small mirror.
"I just wanted to ask you-"
But he was cut off when Reed placed a hand on his chest to get him to stop talking, and her eyes fell upon Alex Karev walking down the hallway, hand in hand with Izzie. A smirk formed on her lips, "Mmm, Charlie. You see that? He's pretty sexy, huh?"
"Looks like he's got a girlfriend," he said.
"Oh Charlie," she grinning, looking back at her friend, "You should know me well enough to know that's never stopped me before."
As she walked away, Charles just stood there looking as defeated as ever. He was never going to be with the girl he loved, not at this rate.
Leaving her first hour class, Teddy felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Putting her books in her locker, and pulled her phone from her jeans and read the text message that Addison sent her and it said: Hey you. ;D Meet me in the science lab during lunch, okay?
Nibbling on her lower lip, she wondered what this was about. Sex? Oh my God, she panicked in her mind. What if Addison wanted to have sex? Was Teddy even ready to have sex with a girl yet? Closing her phone, she took in a deep breath. It was time to find Arizona.
Soon after that, Callie pulled Arizona into the girl's bathroom by her arm and a smirk formed on the blond's lips, "Mmm, Calliope, we're not doing this at school."
Callie shook her head, pressing Arizona's back against the wall gently, "No, listen to me," she paused, and Arizona noticed the serious look on her face and instantly became worried.
"What? What's wrong?"
Callie paused, looking for the right words in her mind. But nothing was coming, so she decided to blurt what was wrong out, "My dad said I can't see you anymore."
Arizona's jaw dropped slightly, and her brows furrowed slightly, "Oh…" she looked down, and before she was able to speak anymore, she felt Callie's hand on her cheek and her thumb stroked her skin softly.
"I love you," Callie said, which made Arizona worry even more. Why was she saying this? Was she about to break up with her? "But he said if I don't stop he'll kick me out of the house. I'm eighteen, he can do that, Arizona."
Feeling a few tears prick her blue eyes, Arizona was completely speechless.
"I don't want to lose you…"
"You don't have to," Arizona spoke up, shaking her head, "You don't.. he doesn't have to know. Does he?"
Callie shook her head, looking into her girlfriend's eye deeply, "I suppose not."
"We're gonna be okay," Arizona forced herself to smile, wanting to remain strong for Callie, "Alright?"
With a couple of nods of her head, Callie smiled faintly as well, "Alright."
"Okay," the blond said in almost a whisper, letting her hand grasp the back of Callie's neck gently and she leaned in to place a kiss upon the Latina's lips.
I kind of rushed through because I was excited to get another chapter up! I hope you enjoy this, and I promise I will try and update more!
-Shelby.