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Chapter 3: Intros(Back To Basics)
A breathless Christina Yang and Meredith Grey arrived at a reception desk. The lady behind looked up from her computer. She took in the breathlessness and slightly flustered look of the two. She figured they were part of the new group that had been admitted. She looked at them with distaste. Her own daughter had been passed up for a place and she had a feeling these two had taken that place. The ungrateful brats didn't even have the decency to arrive on time.
"I'll let principal Webber know you're both here." she said through clenched teeth.
Before she had the chance though the door opened and principal Richard Webber stepped out into the secretary's office.
"Ah, Meredith. I'm glad you arrived I was afraid you might have backed out." he said smiling slightly. She looked a lot like her mother. He thought to himself.
Meredith took on the large man standing before her. He looked familiar but she just couldn't place him. His voice. She knew she had heard it before. But where. Maybe was he the reason her mother had been so hell bent on her attending school here. But why. What was the connection. It didn't really matter she thought she would only be here for two weeks and the she would be home free. Free from the restraints of this stuck up school and it's posh students. Except that steamy guy she'd seen earlier. And Christina. She seemed, well not nice exactly, or overly friendly but if Meredith was honest with herself she didn't need an overly friendly outgoing person. She just needed someone. A person. Just for two weeks.
Christina stood up and headed towards the door that Webber was holding open for them. She tugged on Meredith's arm seeing as she was obviously in a state of shock. She looked from Meredith to the principal who hadn't taken his eyes off her since stepping through the overly large dark rich oak door.
"Talk about falling for inappropriate men," she muttered under her breath while stepping through the threshold. Meredith followed still lost in thought.
They took the two empty seats available to them in front of the large desk with a few photos scattered around it. Izzie noticed that the guy who had attempted to give her directions before was in a few, mostly holding trophies. The tall red-haired girl was in a few too. And the steamy guy who had actually helped her. She noticed one of the guys staring intently at all the football memorabilia hanging on the walls of the huge office. She guessed he had an obvious interest in football, but what was the other guy's thing. He seemed sweet. Kind. The kind of guy who would stay up all night holding your hand after you broke up with your boyfriend. She was going to try and get to know everyone. They were all new. They were all starting out together. They would stick together. Through think and thin. She glanced around the room at the four other teenagers.
"So, how about you all introduce yourselves. I'm not going to lie, I'm terrible with names." Principal Webber said laughing nervously. He glanced at the five blank faces looking back at him. He stopped laughing and got back to business.
He pointed towards Meredith.
"Why don't we start with you then?" he said smiling encouragingly.
"Ohm, well. I'm Meredith Grey and I'm seventeen. I just moved here from Boston to live with my mother. Who's a pain in the ass." she said shrugging and trying to act nonchalant.
"Well, that sounds. That sounds great Meredith." said Webber. He saw Christina smirking out of the corner of his eye and turned his stead fast gaze to her.
"And you?" he said, his gaze made Christina slightly nervous. Teachers never made her nervous. Normally it was the other way around.
"My name is Christina Yang. I'm seventeen and my mother, who's also a severe pain in the ass, made me get transferred here. Oh, and I want to be a surgeon. So I need to get into med school and apparently this is the place for me to be if I want that." she said all in one breath. She looked at the principal daring him to challenge what she said. He didn't and she smiled to herself and her achievement. Making people nervous was a specialty of hers. Probably something she should think about if she wanted to be a surgeon. Patient doctor trust is a big thing there, isn't it?
She turned her attention to the guy with the shaggy brown hair. He looked nervous. And slightly nervous. Like a baby dear. Bambi maybe.
"My name is George O'Malley. I'm seventeen and I've lived here in Seattle all my life. My parents, I get along with my mom, wanted me to go to a separate school to my brothers…" he trailed off noticing the slightly amused faces on the people in the room and reminded himself that he wasn't poor little Georgie anymore. He was a strong and powerful. He cleared his throat in what seemed to him like a manly fashion and continued.
"So, so I wouldn't embarrass them by kicking their asses on the football field." he finished hoping to god he sounded confident 'cause he sure as hell didn't feel it.
"My name is Alex. Alex Karev. I'm seventeen and I moved here with my dad and his band a few months ago. I play football too by the way." he said looking George up and down. George's face turned from satisfied to freaked out. He looked like a baby dear caught in headlights or something. Like Bambi. "Yeah, Bambi. That's what he looks like." Alex thought to himself.
The principal nodded. "Nice to see some fresh faces with a keen interest in keeping up our schools sports reputation. I'll make sure you both are introduced to Mark Sloan and Derek Sheppard. Two of our most promising footballers." he said ignoring how worried George was beginning to look.
"I should have gone to San Diego." George mumbled to himself.
"I'm Isobel Stevens. But everyone calls me Izzie. I think you guys should call me Izzie." she glanced up at Webber and tried to remember the notes she'd made just for something like this. "I mean, that is, if you want to. Otherwise Isobel would be fine. Anyway, I live with my mother just outside Seattle and I don't play football, or any sport for that matter but I still have a lot to offer this school and I'm very grateful to be given this opportunity to be here and learn. And I also ramble when I'm nervous," she finished looking up to see the others looking at her confused. Ok so maybe she'd lied a little. School was school but she didn't want to seem ungrateful and me sent back to public school where everyone knew she was just Izzie Stevens the girl who modelled to help her mother pay the bills for their trailer while her dad was out god knows where doing god knows what. That was not going to happen her now. She could prove to everyone just what she could do . Just what she was made of and nothing was going to get on her way. Except maybe the way that Alex guy was looking at her. He was kind of hot. She thought to herself.
"OK then. How about I give you all a quick tour before I head to my meeting and you guys get stuck into your classes." Richard Webber stood up and lead the way towards the door. The five teenagers looked at each other and quickly followed suit. Meredith couldn't stop thinking about why that man was so familiar. How did he know who she was when they were in the reception. She shook her head and decided it didn't matter. She was only to be here for two weeks anyway. It was time to cause some trouble if she planned on sticking to her deadline. It was a shame though. The other four seemed like decent people. That Alex Karev guy looked like he could help her stir up some trouble. When he wasn't busy kissing the steamy guys ass. Or was his name Mark Sloan. No McSteamy was definetly better.
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