The cab ride there wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The driver was really nice, and spoke to me like I was a human, not a spoiled brat. And after a while I just looked out the car through the window, and checked out London's view. It's actually pretty beautiful, it's nothing like I had expected it to be.
"You're here Miss Crawford" he smiled.
I walked out of the limo, bags in my hand and stood in the lawn watching everyone. There were guys on one side, as girls on the other.
I then realised that everyone, apart from me; that is. Had been wearing the uniform correctly. Their pencil skirts had came right above their knees, they all had their proper shoes on and perfectly tied ties. Which, surprise surprise, makes me stand out.
I was now the centre eye of almost every guy an girl on the pitch, which may or may not be a good thing.
Here's to new impressions.
I smirked a little before I was approached by this girl in a high pony tail and the perfect uniform. With two girls, almost exactly the same as each other behind her.
"I'm Donna. And you are?" She asked almost disgusted. Well okay then...
"Kim. And why are you talking to me?" I replied with the same attitude
"You should know better than to speak to me like that Kim. I'm the head girl, and you are dressed like a homeless bitch" she retorted with her stupid British accent -May I add.
"Yeah, well at least I know I'm not dressed like scary fucking poppins" I replied. She gasped at my language and stomped off.
I inwardly smirked until I saw this lady, maybe about 32, approaching me.
"Kim. Welcome, I'm Miss Lockette, I am your head teacher. It's an honour to have you here" she said in her British accent.
I'm gonna have a hard time getting used to these accents.
"Yeah" I mumbled
"But your uniform has to change, and your hair"
"Not gonna happen" I scoffed
"Okay, I'll make a deal with you. You try and fit in as much as you can, avoid any problems and you can keep the hair" she debated
"I'm not gonna dress in that uniform either" I determined
"You either wear knee high socks, or black tights. And your shoes need to change. The skirt can stay"
"I don't have any other shoes apart from converses" I admitted.
"Okay, you can wear those for the rest of the week, but on the weekend I expect you to buy some proper shoes" she replied
"Okay" I answered.
"Here is your room key. School doesn't officially start today, but there will be dinner and lunch and time for you to unpack" she smiled
"Thank you"
"Oh and one more thing Miss Crawford. No guys allowed in the dorms"
"I wouldn't dream of it" I laughed.
"Okay, you are in room 13" she informed
"Thanks" I muttered before dragging my things across the lawn. There a saw this guy; probably waiting for someone, and considering I was practically lost. I decided to ask him about my room.
"Excuse me do you know where room 13 is?" I questioned
"Do I look like a tour guide?" He questioned casually. I could hear his American accent
"Now that I think about it, yeah you kinda do. But your probably the worst one I've ever met" I replied
"Your interception on things happen to be very off. But what can I say? You are blonde" he shrugged
"Are your a narcissistic, stereotypical dickhead" I snapped
"Blondie knows big words congrats" he taunted
"Fuck off" I muttered before turning a different direction
"Watch it princess" He called behind me.
I've met two people I already hate, and a demanding principle. I hate this school already
"Room 13...room 13...room 13" I quietly muttered whilst searching for the room. "Here we are"
I opened the door to see three girls already unpacking their things. Great. I'm sharing.
"Look, new girl" I heard the blonde smile
"I'm Arabella" she said holding out her hand.
"Kim" I smiled shaking it back.
"I'm Julie" said another one.
"And I'm Grace" said the tall brunette.
"Nice to meet you" I said quietly whilst heading for a bed.
"American?" Grace asked.
"Yeah" I agreed.
"We don't have many Americans in our school. Just one other, but it's a guy" Julie explained
"Yeah...I think I met him" I said thinking back to the dick I met earlier. I began unpacking my stuff and putting it in the designated wardrobes before I was interrupted.
"So um...why are you here? It doesn't seem like you came here willingly" Arabella took note of
"Pissed off my mom. She thinks I have no future in America with my past records" I explained
"You...you didn't kill anyone...right?" Julie asked as Grace nudged her stomach
"What? No!" I said. I don't understand if that was supposed to be funny or not, because it really wasn't
"So what did you do?" Arabella asked
"Threw a pool party, destroyed the house and pretty much came home from an all night party at dawn" I shrugged before taking out my phone and putting it on charge
"You have an iPhone 5?!" Grace exclaimed
"5c" I corrected "why what do you have?"
"We have BlackBerrys" Julie informed.
"No offence...but they're sorta crap" I explained
"They're actually alright" Arabella muttered
"Yeah. Okay, so what do we do until lunch?" I asked
"Anything. It's like a free period" Julie said
"Great. I don't know anyone. So I'm gonna be in here for the next hour or so" I mumbled
"It's fine. I'll show you around" Grace offered
"As appealing as that sounds, I'll pass. Maybe I'll get to know some of the guys" I smirked inwardly
"Guys? Your actually gonna talk to them?" Arabella asked shocked
"Yeah, why? Don't you guys?" I questioned
"Me and Julie do. We have boyfriends. But Belle's a a little shy" Grace explained
"Plus, most girls don't talk to guys on their first day here" she said
I shrugged before asking "do we have to wear uniform all day? We don't exactly have classes"
"Actually, uniform was only for registering. It's mufti for the rest of the day" Julie smiled
"It's what?" I asked. What the hell is mufti?
"Mufti. Non-uni" Grace cleared
"Non-uni?"
"No uniform!" Arabella replied.
Oh.
"Have you met any girls yet?" Julie asked
"I think I met Donna" I stated
"What did you think?" They asked in sync
"I hate her" I replied
"So do we" Arabella answered
"Tell me about her" I said grabbing my peach, lace, three quarter sleeve dress.
"Well, she's the teachers pet; head girl, oh and has a massive crush on Jack Brewer" Grace explained
"Who's Jack Brewer?" I questioned
"One of the populars. He's the hottest guy in school and a total jerk. Donna literally loves him" Arabella sighed
"He's the American" Julie smiled
Oh... He wasn't that hot...
"Tell me about your boyfriends" I smiled a little.
"Well, my boyfriend's name is Jerry-" Grace started before getting cut off by Julie
"He's a complete idiot. Right Belle?!"
"Yup!" Belle agreed
"He is not!" Grace whined. I laughed a little, Grace kind of reminded me about Kelsey.
"What about you Julie?" I asked genuinely interested.
"His names Milton" Julie smiled
"He's the biggest nerd ever" Grace interjected
I looked at Julie with one eyebrow raised and she just laughed and nodded.
"Arabella?" I questioned. God I feel like the inquisitor
"I don't have a boyfriend. Like I said, I'm not really the type to get with guys. Anyway, what about you?" She asked
"Well, there's this one guy called Brody Carlson." I smiled. Was he my boyfriend? Well... I guess he was going to ask me out, and he kissed me...so I think that counts right?
"I think he was my boyfriend, but I moved continents before we could go on our first date" I continued
"Well, if you really do like each other, you'll wait. Right?" Grace asked
"Doubt it. Anyway, I'm gonna get changed" I informed before walking to the bathroom and changing. I matched my outfit with my hair curled, and a pair of converses.
I walked out to see the girls sitting on their beds.
"You waited for me?" I asked
"Why wouldn't we?" Belle asked
"No reason, so where are we going?" I questioned
"To the greatest milkshake place ever, unless your fasting. Your not fasting are you?" Grace asked
"No" I scoffed. Me without food for a day? Yeah right. "Why would I fast?"
"Well, a few girls in our school are. They're Muslim" Julie enlightened
"Oh. Okay" I smiled before following the girls out.
"Do you mind if I say hi to Jerry first?" Grace asked
"No, I'll go with you" I offered
"I wanna see Milton, Belle? Can you come with me?" Julie asked
"Sure" she chirped.
"So we'll split up, and meet at the milkshake bar in 15 minutes?" Grace offered?
"Okay" they said at the same time.
We all split up and headed for opposite directions, I was following Grace and the Belle was following Julie.
"My boyfriends one of the populars, whilst Milton is a nerd" Grace explained
"Isn't that like...a bit rude to Julie and Milton?" I questioned
"No, they're all labeled. Even Julie and Milton know it" She informed.
"Oh"
We walked across to the pitch where there were a bunch of guys, standing and talking.
"Jerry!" Grace squealed pushing me out the way before running into some guy's -which I am guessing belongs to Jerry- arms. He caught here and kissed her.
"Oh okay" I muttered a little when she pushed me.
I saw a guy chuckle lightly and smile at me. I smiled back because; let's face it. This guy is hot.
"I'm Brett" he smiled holding out his hand for me to shake
"Kim" I replied shaking his hand
"So you're new here?" He asked.
Okay, so I know ever since I've been here; I've been criticising the British accent. But on him it's pretty hot.
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"I think I would remember such a beautiful American girl walking around on my campus" he smiled.
Was he flirting?
"Your campus?" I questioned
"Yup" he smirked
"I would hold on tight, because I might just take it from you" I smugly replied
"A girl with confidence. I like that trait" he winked
"It's my main one" I shrugged
"I don't think I've ever met a girl as...distinctive as you. It's quite captivating actually"
"One thing you should know" I smiled lightly
"Which is?" He questioned
"I have a boyfriend" I smirked
He chuckled a little "And I'm not surprised"
"And why is that?" I asked
"If someone as beautiful as you doesn't have a boyfriend, then the world had come to its end"
"That's quite flattering" I smiled
"Maybe I'll see you around Kim" he replied
I bit my lip "Maybe you will"
"Okay, football tryouts are- am I interrupting a moment?" -Wait. I know that voice.
"It you" I groaned
"Look it's Blondie" he smirked
"Look it's the narcissistic asshole" I replied
I could tell that Brett wanted to lighten the mood "I sense bad blood here"
"I'm surprised you know the meaning to narcissistic. Let's see if you can spell it" he mocked completely ignoring Brett
"One more blonde joke and I swear to god-"
"You'll what? Claw my eyes out?" He smugly replied
"Don't fucking tempt me" I snapped before turning away, grabbing Grace by the wrist and dragging her away.
"Okay. Ouch. Okay okay okay!" She yelped
"Sorry" I muttered
"What was that?" She asked
"Jack pisses me off" I sighed
"Why? I thought you two would get along considering your both American" she stated
"He's annoying!" I groaned
"What happened?" She questioned
"I asked him where the dorm was before. He snapped asking if he looked like a tour guide. And I joked and said yeah. And he practically called me a dumb blonde" I explained
"Yeah, but I told you. He's a jerk" she shrugged
"How was your reunion with Jerry. I looked pretty...yeah..." I explained
"Intimate?" She chuckled
"Yeah"
"I haven't seen him all summer because he went to Spain. So that was the first time I had seen him in six weeks"
"Your vacation lasts six weeks?!" I snapped "America has three months!"
"Yeah, but we have more holidays in between. Called half term and they're like one week each" she exhaled
"Oh."
"So I saw you getting close with Brett? What do you think of him?" She asked
"Um...he's flirty..?" I asked
"Yeah, but aren't all guys?" She questioned
"Yeah I guess" I replied. "But he's pretty hot"
"Yeah, wanna grab the milkshakes?" She questioned
"sounds like a plan"