A/N: Hey there, this is my first ever fan-fiction… so be nice! I absorb constructive criticisms, I understand that they will help me improve so, construct away! Anyway, on with the story, if I put any British words in, whoops. I'm British, if you spot any feel free to steal my tea pot.
Okay, well basically this is the CSI lot when they're in secondary school… I mean high school. It will switch between Grissom's POV and Sara's POV. Starting with Grissom's POV.
Grissom
Great. I am going to be "the new kid" again. My 5th school in 4 short years, moving this much never really gave me a chance to make proper friend, I mean sure I had friends; but never a best friend, someone who I could confide in. I've always been branded "Bug Boy". I never understand. What is so wrong with bugs? I am hoping that this time around, my family will stay in this area long enough, so I could possibly make a best friend – someone who understands me; either that or that every single person at this school will ignore me and hope I go away.
The sound of a door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. I gazed up to see a rather plump woman squawking orders to someone back through the other side of the door. I stared at her in awe, her expression changed almost immediately when she saw me.
Oh no… please walk straight past me… please!
She didn't. She took a few cautious steps forward, was she inspecting me? She's the kind of person that you at once, and you can just tell that they are going to be the most patronizing person ever… ever.
Thank you!
I let out a breath I was holding once she finally scampered past me. I fiddled with the rim of my glasses, waiting patiently as I desperately tried to calm my nerves down. Rubbing my hands on my jeans, trying to keep composure, it was not working so well for me.
Come on Gil, its only school. School is good.
Again, a noise invaded my ears breaking the eerie silence that has started to settle, the only other sound was the clock – the seconds going by ever so slowly as I waited. Without warning, a woman dressed in a powder blue suit glided over towards me, I could only guess that she was in charge here, the Headmistress of this school. I decided to stand up, apparently that had always been one of my good qualities my Mother reminded me on a daily basis that I was her "little gentleman".
"Gilbert Grissom I presume?" Pinching her thumb and forefinger together repeatedly, it took me a few seconds to absorb her character –stern tone, but not so stern that she wasn't approachable, slightly OCD maybe? Her repetitive thumb and finger actions give her away there, all in all she seemed… respectable.
"Yes, Mam." She smiled at me this time, a genuine smile – her thin lined lips rolled back over her teeth, baring far too much gum than normal. Maybe I shouldn't make her smile anymore.
"Well, welcome to Rensic High – so you do not get lost on your first few days here, we took the liberty of assigning you a buddy who will…" The rest was a blur, a blur of white noise.
Great… not only am I going to be the new weird kid, I am also going to be paired up with someone who probably will ignore me.
I blinked a few times to get my eyes to re-focus on this woman, I realised she had finished her main speech so I decided to listen again.
"… her name is Sara, Sara come here please?" I shifted my weight onto the heels of my feet, as I waited for me new 'buddy' to arrive.
Oh my god…
It looked like a scene from a movie, a figure made its way towards me of what can only be described as undeniable beauty, I hastily looked around for a giant fan, no fan in sight - how was she making her hair do that just by walking? I know it's wrong to stare; but I just couldn't help it. My eyes travelled down her legs, it took a while, believe me. She was wearing dark stained denim skinny jeans, white fitted t-shirt and a vibrant blue tailored waist coat.
My eyes came to rest on her face, her crooked set lips, button nose and wide spaced eyes, framed perfectly by loose cascading curls of chocolate heaven. I even took in her eye brows, so expressive, quirky almost. I looked at her eyes; she was so mysterious, so alive, so… out of my league.
She beamed at me.
Her parents must have some decent genes…
I watched as she stepped forward and extended her hand in my direction,
"Sara" she smiled again as I clasped her hand, it was warm, comforting. I realised a few second had passed and I still had not introduced my self – mentally slapping myself, I coughed nervously to clear my throat.
"Gilbert, Gilbert Grissom." I sheepishly smiled at her and released her hand.
You know Gil; she's probably only being nice because she has to be. She got picked to do this, she didn't volunteer.
I sighed inwardly; I knew this was too good to be true.
A/N: Please tell me what you think should I carry this story on or not bother? Thanks a lot guys!
