Well, here's chapter 3...i'm soooooooo sorry for the delay by writers block got in the way, and my plot bunny seems to be on holiday again, so it's a little short. anyway enjoy. Also - if you like 'Payback: csi style' please go to my profile and vote for which other tv show you would like to see in it, please it would help alot thanks!
Standing in the airport with bags in hand, Taylor was looking at the differences between the American airport and the English one she had departed from just hours earlier. The accompanying professor was sitting in the nearest coffee shop with 2 of the other students having a debate over something, while the other 2 students were sitting with Taylor waiting for their pick up.
"So, I wonder what it's like"
"What's what like?"
"Harvard duh" Taylor was lazily listening to the conversation, hearing only bits and pieces of it.
"Dunno, hey Tay?" the blonde haired guy turned to Taylor and waved a hand in front of her face.
"Wha..?" she blinked a couple of times and tried to focus on his face.
"What do you think Harvard will be like?" he deliberately spoke really slowly, smiling slightly and she glared at him.
"I'm not an idiot Kev" she slapped his arm, "and honestly I don't know".
Kev sat down next to her and sighed, looking over at his friend he was talking to before.
"Come on guys" the accompanying teacher walked over to the half asleep group, they turned their heads towards her to indicate they were slightly listening, "the mini bus is here, time to go".
"FINALLY!" Kev ran past the group and out the door.
"Kevin!" he put his head round the door and smiled sheepishly, "It's that way" the professor pointed in the opposite direction the blonde ran in.
"Sorry". Taylor rolled her eyes and picked up her shoulder bag, checking her phone for any messages that Becca may have sent.
'Next stop Harvard!'
"Honestly I don't think I'll be able to handle this" Sara sighed into the phone, she stared at the ceiling in boredom.
"Well tough Sar, you have to learn to meet new people, get more social" Amy spoke through the phone, the smile evident in her voice.
"I hate you, you know that right"
"Yeah whatever, listen I got to go, they're introducing us to our room mate. There's a girl here with red hair, how cool is that" Amy groaned, "Why don't you do anything that interesting?"
"Goodbye Amy" Sara hung up the phone before her friend could protest and put her hands over her face.
'KNOCK KNOCK' her head turned to the door, she blinked twice and shot it a quick death glare, 'Who's it this time?'
"It's open!"
A woman poked her head round the door and locked eyes with Sara before she stepped gingerly in to the room.
"No offence but who the hell are you" Sara bitterly asked her about 30 seconds after she'd entered, drawing her attention away from the window.
"I'm guessing you're Sara Sidle?" her long brown hair covered her face slightly so her left eye was covered; she had a look of boredom on her face.
"I know who I am" Sara retorted.
"Well congratulations, I can see how you got into Harvard" the woman shot back cheekily, a sly grin on her face which made Sara really mad.
"I asked who the hell are you" Sara's voice was raised slightly.
"Taylor Reye" her British accent was getting thicker, revealing her true Northern accent.
"From England right?"
"Well I wonder what makes you say that" Taylor replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes for emphasis.
"No offence" Sara put a fake look of thought on her face, "No screw that, you seem slightly snobby for a British girl".
Taylor scoffed, "Me snobby, please. I'm about as far away from snobby as it gets".
Sara stood up, her height matching Taylor's, maybe even half an inch shorter than the other brunette, "Well stop acting like a spoilt brat!"
Taylor glared at her, "I'm not a spoilt brat!"
"Yeah you are!"
"Say that one more time and I'll drop kick your face!" Sara smirked and held a hand out to Taylor.
"I think we'll get along just fine" Taylor's grin widened as she shook her hand.
"You know what; I was thinking the exact same thing".
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