So: first author note :)
Thank you for reviews, follows and favorites, so much.
I know the story may seem a little bit slow sometimes, and it actually is… But, you have to take into consideration that they both are feeling something like that for a girl for the first time in their lives and even though they are in their 20s they still struggle. Besides, I really love the build-up.
I don't have the whole story in mind, it's going to come with the flow. I just hope to write something good and a little different from the other stories.
If you have any suggestion, they're more than welcomed!
Maggie and Amelia were walking right behind Callie, but as they were about to enter the classroom, Callie stopped and gave her bag to Maggie.
"Go in and take a seat, one for me too, please, I need to go to the toilet", Callie said. And with that she was back in the hallway heading for the bathroom. She quickly entered, and noticing she was not alone she closed herself in a stall. She grabbed her phone from the back pocket of her black jeans and checked the updates on her social media. She felt her head throbbing and her heart was beating way too fast. And she had yet to see Arizona. She tried to breathe in and out some times, in order to steady herself and calm down, and then she headed for the classroom.
Entering, she spotted right away Maggie and Amelia and went there, sitting in the chair that was previously occupied by her bag. Webber had already started and she quickly grabbed her notebook and a pen and started writing down what the teacher was saying. When he stopped talking just for a second she lifted up her head and looked around to try and catch a glimpse of the blonde, but she was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she noticed that the row behind theirs was occupied by all Arizona's friends: Mark, Teddy, Cristina and Addison. And there was an empty seat. But no Arizona.
Callie tried to focus back on the teacher and her notebook on the desk in front of her, but she was kind of spacing out. She thought about what Amelia said before, about her hating Arizona. Did she hate her? No, she had definitely never hated her. She was just pretending, because she didn't want her friends to find out. They were not friends, but they used to have a good time during classes, and that was when she started falling for Arizona. She didn't do anything special, she was just being her, that awesome girl with those deep blue eyes.
LAST YEAR
On a Friday
That day Callie woke up happy, even though it was only 5.30 in the morning and she had a long day ahead of her at the university. All of her classes of the day were with Arizona, a blonde girl who she kept thinking about. There was something about her, and even though Callie couldn't quite get what, she found herself enjoying sitting in classes next to the blonde. Ever since Lexie introduced them, they started talking in classes and even exchanging some texts, but always about university. Arizona sat with her friends on their first class, so she couldn't sit with her, but on their second class together, she managed to sit next to Arizona.
"Oh my God, I'm so tired already", the blonde said, yawning.
And with that Callie already knew they were not going to pay attention to Ms. Bailey that day. Maggie and Amelia joined them and sat next to Callie, but she was not quite paying attention to her friends, she was too focused on the blonde.
"Well, your notebook looks kind of lonely, all so white", Callie said, giggling.
"What are you thinking about? Don't you dare draw anything on it!", the blonde said, trying to stop Callie's hand, "you know I'm a precision freak, don't you ruin my notebook or you'll end badly", she added, just joking.
But Callie wasn't one to stop, so she started drawing something unspecified on her neighbor's notebook. She was no artist at all, but she was enjoying the banter with Arizona.
Just to let her know that she meant no business, also Arizona started drawing things on Callie's notebook and they went on and on like that for the whole hour and a half. The childish Callie draw broken hearts and middle fingers, and Arizona just draw lines. They didn't pay attention at the lesson at all, but neither at Maggie or Amelia. It was like they were alone in the classroom.
Later that day, as they were on the train back home, Maggie and Amelia started questioning Callie about the blonde and their friendship, and right in that moment she understood that she was starting to feel something more for Arizona, so she thought it was easier to lie and just tell them Arizona was one of Lexie's friends and she was the one trying to be friends with Callie and not the other way around. She felt dirty and a liar but she wasn't ready to face her feelings.
Callie spaced out for what seemed like one hour, but it really was just a couple of minutes. She snapped back to reality when she saw the classroom's door opening and the girl she was pining for entering. Her smiling face, her dimples on display. Her eyes.
God, why does she have to be that beautiful?
She took a seat in the row behind Callie's, between her friends Mark and Teddy. Callie could smell her scent, even though they weren't sitting exactly close. She couldn't focus on Webber's annoying voice anymore. Not that she could before.
I need to talk to her. Or to somebody.
Callie could hear Arizona's voice being all perky chit chatting with her friends during the lesson but she couldn't quite get what she was saying. They were sure as hell enjoying themselves.
Is she making fun of me? Was she just playing me?
No, Torres, she doesn't even know you like her.
Or does she? She sure is very smart.
After the lesson finished Callie asked Maggie and Amelia to hurry up because she didn't want to miss the train. They had something like 20 minutes to reach the station, which was within a five minutes' walk, but she really needed to get out of there. Her friends were kind of confused as why she was being such a pain in the ass that day, but knew better than commenting. An angry Callie Torres is not one to question. So they were already walking down the stairs, when Callie felt a hand grabbing her arm. She was afraid to turn around but she kind of had no choice.
"Hey, you!"
There she was. Flashing a full dimpled smile that reached her eyes.
"Hey…", Callie greeted, shifting her gaze to the floor, not half as enthusiastic as Arizona's greeting.
"You ok?", Arizona asked, sensing that something was wrong.
"Yeah. I've got to go… The train…", and she turned around to leave, without saying goodbye, leaving a stunned blonde.
She can't ignore me for almost a week and then come here all perky as if nothing happened.
Of course she can, it's not like it's written somewhere that she had to text me after our dinner.
At least she isn't mad. Or she wasn't. Now she sure is.
It's fine, I won't see her for a whole week. And next Thursday it's Webber's last lesson, so it's the last time I see her.
Who am I trying to fool?
Callie was overthinking and ignoring her friends. They got to the train and they didn't talk much during the travel. When both Amelia and Maggie got off the train, Callie put her headphones on and let a sad song play, while she started crying, looking outside the window. She was a total mess.
After saying goodbye to Mark, Teddy, Cristina and Addison, Arizona started walking home. She was feeling confused. She just greeted Callie and she reacted coldly to say the very least. She had thought about texting her all week, but she wasn't used to be the one chasing another person, and she knew it was wrong to always wait for people to text her first, but she kind of couldn't help it. Besides, Callie didn't text her either. But now she felt like she had to text her, she needed to know what happened to the brunette, she just felt the need to be there for her, whatever it was that was happening. So she took out her phone, before she even got home and sent a quick text to Callie. She would have called, but she didn't know if they were there just yet.
'Hey, what's wrong? Talk to me…'
She got home and seeing that the brunette didn't reply, she changed into her running clothes and went out for a run, just her and her headphones. She tried to shut down her mind, but she couldn't. She couldn't help the feeling she had that the brunette liked her back, and that both were waiting for the other to make a move.
But why was she that cold today?
Arizona didn't know much about Callie's character or personality, or life in general. She knew she was an only child, kind of spoiled by her parents, she didn't like their courses, she was doing a modeling job during summer to earn some money and that job made Callie very aware of how beautiful she was. She liked talking about photos, make up, clothes, nail polish. She liked running and working out. She liked going out with friends and hang out at a bar or going to the disco. She was a very girly girl.
Arizona, on the contrary, was a little bit more practical. Not that she wasn't girly, she liked girly things too, but she was just more focused on school and work. Living in Seattle by herself she had to do the shopping, the laundry, the ironing, she had to clean the flat and things like that. She had her family back in Colorado, in a very small village in the mountains. She had a brother, Tim, two years younger than her, so she always had to divide her belongings and above all her parents' attentions with him. During summer she worked as a waitress at a small restaurant back in her village and she liked what she was studying, which she thought could give her a chance at a good job one day.
They were very different from each other, yet so similar. Both so stubborn and so not likely to show their feelings.
Back home after an hour of running fast, Arizona was very sweaty, so first thing she headed for the shower. After showering and drying she started feeling better, even though her legs were more than sore. She was used to running but definitely not that fast and that long. She only ran for fun and to relax a little bit, but that day her aim was completely different.
She glanced at her phone and she saw she had some notifications, yet none from the brunette. She decided she had to do something so she put her fears and doubts aside and called her.
Of course she is not picking up.
She tried again after dinner and again, nothing. So, feeling a little bit of a stalker, actually a big one, she checked her last visits on the social networks, thing she never did. And there, Callie last saw her Facebook account 3 minutes before.
There must be a reason behind this.
Maybe she was working out and she just came out of the gym. Yes, the gym is still open at 11 p.m. in her small city. Of course.
She was conflicted about what to do, but she really was one to worry way too much about people she cared for. So she grabbed her phone once again and called. No answer again.
Starting to feel the anger boil inside of her, she searched for her chat with the brunette and shot her a quick text.
'Pick up that damn phone, now I'm starting to get mad'.
No answer. She waited a couple of minutes and then she gave it one last try.
"Uh, hi", a soft voice answered her.
She wasn't sleeping, was she?
"Hi, you okay?", Arizona tried, now feeling an idiot.
"Yeah, sorry, I was sleeping. What's gotten into you, Arizona?", Callie answered, her voice husky with sleep.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you… It's just…", she wasn't sure what to say anymore, I mean, she couldn't tell her that she was worried she lost her just because she acted cold towards her, could she? Hesitantly, after a long moment of silence, she went on talking: "You acted weird today and I just wanted to make sure you were good".
"Oh, now you care about how I am, Arizona?", Callie answered harshly, regretting it almost right away.
"What do you mean now?", Arizona asked, feeling lost.
"I thought you cared about me, yet you didn't text me like for the whole week, and then you see me in class and you just ignore me and when I'm going to the train you stop me and ask me if everything is okay? Is that what this is, Arizona, just small talk on the stairwell of the university?", Callie didn't breathe or think during her whole sentence and after finishing it she knew she just screwed up her chance with the blonde.
"What? I don't get what you're talking about, Calliope. Really, I need a little bit more than that…", Arizona replied, feeling really at a loss for words.
"Do not Calliope me! You know what? We are not doing this. Webber's course is finishing next week and I won't be there, so we are not going to see each other again. Just stop texting and calling me. Bye, Arizona", and with that she hung up.
Arizona was just stunned.
Why did she react that way? So she really was mad I didn't text her. So she likes me. But now she just shut me down.
Great, she is just as stubborn as I am. Or maybe even more. Good, Robbins, good, your only chance is gone.
