Liam: I can't believe you did that Harry.
Harry: I'm sorry, I had to, I just couldn't let her go Liam!
Liam: I know how it feels, but you have to understand, you're a celebrity now, the fame is on you and it's probably spreading out on media right now.
Harry: I don't care ok.
Liam: Yeah, and watch you get your ass chewed on.
Harry: What of it Liam? It was me, not you ok!
Liam: Alright, sorry mate.
Kim: *lands in the LA*
(First Day Of School)
Harry: *walking around campus bored*
Kayleigh: Hi Harry. *smiles*
Harry: Oh? Hey Kayleigh, what's going on?
Kayleigh: Nothing, so have you talked to my sister?
Harry: No, she hasn't called, but she's probably sleeping now.
Kayleigh: Yeah, I heard what happened at the airport.
Harry: People are still talking about it? That was so Saturday ago.
Kayleigh: Well... you're kind a huge celebrity here.
Harry: I know.
Louis: Harry! *smiles* It's been so long mate, how are ya?
Harry: I'm doing pretty good I think.
Kayleigh: I'll talk to you later. *smiles and leaves*
Louis: Senior year eh?
Harry: *chuckles* Yeah, it is.
Louis: Good luck mate, you'll need it. Niall and Liam aren't here yet?
Harry: No, I haven't seen them yet. Where's Zayn?
Louis: Oh, he has class later, so he's still sleeping.
Harry: I don't understand, why couldn't Kim just attended University here with you and Zayn? She graduated with you guys.
Louis: I know right? But she got accepted at UCLA, so that's ok too.
Harry: No it's not, she's far from me.
Louis: Relax Harry, time will fly by quick.
Harry: When you enjoy it!
Niall: *arrives* Oh hey Louis.
Louis: Niall! *smiles and hugs niall*
Liam: *pulls up and parks*
Louis: Would you look at that bad boy. *smiles*
Liam: *smiles* What?
Louis: Nothing, but I got to get to school too. Have fun on your first day as seniors. *smiles and leaves*
Kim: *getting ready for school*
Harry: *working on his homework*
Kim: *walks onto campus looking around*
Counselor 1: Hi, do you need some help?
Kim: Uh yeah, do you know where I can go to register for a dorm?
Counselor 1: Yes, I can get you one, follow me.
Counselor 1: So what room did you want?
Kim: Well I actually wanted a room to myself, are there any available?
Counselor 1: Yes, there is actually eight left. Would you like one?
Kim: Yes please.
Counselor 1: Would you want a roommate?
Kim: No please.
Counselor 1: Alright then, here's your key, your room is 712.
Kim: *smiles* Thank you. *leaves to her dorm/opens the door* Wow? Better than I thought. *sits down on the bed*
Nikki: *making loud noises in the hall with brie*
Brie: Nicole! Stop it!
Nikki: What? *chuckles*
Kim: *opens the door and closes it behind her*
Nikki: Oh? Hi, are you new here?
Kim: *smiles* Yeah, I am, it's my first semester here.
Brie: You look so young, are you sure this is the right school?
Kim: Is this UCLA?
Kim: Then I'm where I beling.
Nikki: How old are you?
Nikki: 17! How'd you get here?
Kim: I graduated a year early because I got accepted here. I was one of five that got selected and was the top in the school.
Nikki: Wow? Did you hear that Brie?
Brie: Oh please Nikki, shut up, but welcome to UCLA. *smiles* I'm Brie.
Nikki: And I'm Nikki. *smiles*
Kim: *smiles* I'm Kim, but if you guys don't mind, I was actually heading to class.
Brie: Oh, we're sorry, go ahead. *smiles*
Nikki: See you around Kim. *smiles and walks into the dorm*
Brie: She seems so quiet and sweet doesn't she?
Nikki: Yeah, but don't judge, it's her first day only.
Kim: *walks into class and sits down*
Dean: *sits next to kim*
Kim: *in her head* Ok?
Roman: *sits next to seth and dean in the middle*
Dean: *talking and moving*
Kim: How annoying?
Seth: *laughs* That was good, that was good.
Dean: *turns around and stretches* Oh hi there.
Kim: Hi. *smiles*
Dean: You in the right school?
Roman: Dean. *chuckles* C'mon give the girl a break.
Kim: Actually, I wasn't really supposed to be here until next year, but since I got the brains, I was one of five selected to come here.
Seth: Oh? British accent I hear huh?
Kim: Yes, I am from the UK.
Dean: So? You're saying that you're the smartest girl in your high school that got selected to come here early?
Kim: Yes, so don't judge me because I will prove you wrong.
Roman: Ouch Dean.
Dean: *gets a little mad* Well my little Foreign English Exchanger...
Kim: I'm not a foreign exchange, I'm here to get my BA and get a career here.
Roman: Burn again Dean.
Dean: Are you sure you got the brains, or the smart mouth.
Kim: *chuckles* Actually, my personal life doesn't involve a stranger who thinks he's a badass when really he's the one sounding stupid.
Seth: *laughs hard*
Roman: *turns and faces seth laughing in silence*
Dean: *mocks* Whatever.
Roman: What's wrong? Got burned by the girl.
Dean: Shut up!
(Later That Day)
Kim: *walks into math*
Nikki: Hey? Kim right?
Kim: Yes, Nikki or Brie?
Nikki: I'm Nikki, you have this class?
Kim: Yeah, I do. *chuckles*
Nikki: I do too, how funny. Maybe we're meant to be friends Kim.
Kim: Yeah, I guess. *fakes a chuckle*
Nikki: So what high school did you come from?
Kim: The UK.
Nikki: What? No way! That explains your accent, I love people with accents, I think it sounds so cool. *smiles*
Kim: Thank you.
Nikki: I'm Italian and Spanish.
Kim: And that explains why you got a beautiful mix look. *smiles*
Nikki: I have a friend who's French Canadian.
Nikki: Yeah, she's supposed to be in this class with us, but I don't know why she isn't here yet.
Kim: Cool. *smiles*
Maryse: Omg Nikki, parking was a pain in the ass.
Nikki: Maryse, this is Kim, she's from the UK.
Maryse: UK? You speak British?
Kim: Yes, I do actually.
Maryse: Wow, impressive on that accent too.
Nikki: No, she's actually born and raised there. Her father's British, and her mother's Latina and British.
Maryse: Wow, that's a nice mix there, can you speak Spanish?
Kim: I can try, but it wouldn't sound too nice. *chuckles*
Maryse: *chuckles* I'm Maryse.
Kim: Kim. *smiles*
Nikki: Maryse is a party girl, so you have to get used to her. *smiles*
Maryse: Excuse me?
Nikki: What? *laughs*
Kim: *fakes a chuckle*
Nikki: Kim, I'll see you later. *smiles and leaves with Maryse*
Kim: *walking to her next class*
Brie: Hey Kim.
Kim: Oh, hey Brie?
Brie: You remembered my name?
Kim: Yeah, I just had class with your sister and her friend Maryse.
Brie: I love Maryse, she's a beauty isn't she?
Brie: Where are you headed to?
Kim: I'm actually heading to my night class Zoology right now.
Brie: No way, I am too, what room?
Brie: *chuckles* That's my room too.
Kim: *smiles* Awesome.
Brie: Well let's get going together then.
Kim: Ok. *walks with brie*
Kim: *texts harry* I miss you.
Harry: *phone beeps*
Brie: So, what made you move here?
Kim: Well I didn't really move here, I got called to come here my junior year, so I came this year.
Brie: No, you should never skip out senior year, that's the best year ever.
Kim: I tried convincing my father, but it didn't happen. But it's ok, I'm here now, and I'll be done with school quicker.
Brie: Yes, that's true.
Harry: *replies back to kim* I miss you too, what are you doing?
Kim: *phone beeps/reads the text* I'm in class bored. I want to be home with you.
Harry: *replies back* I know that feeling, but I'm going on tour next week, so I'll be out of school for a bit.
Kim: Wish I was there.
Harry: I know, but I was in the middle of sleeping, I'll call you later ok?
Kim: Right, forgot, time difference. Ok, goodnight. I love you.
Harry: I love you too babe.
Brie: I'll see you around Kim. *smiles*
Kim: *smiles* Yeah, you too Brie. *smiles and walks off*
Dean: You again?
Kim: What do you want? Why are you following me?
Dean: I was actually getting something to eat, not talk to you.
Kim: I don't like you you know that.
Dean: You know, I don't like you neither, so why don't you take your ass back to the UK where you belong ok!
Kim: Oh, are we being racist now?
Dean: *chuckles* What?
Kim: *stares at dean* You know, I never seen an American as stupid and pathetic as you. *walks off*
Dean: *smiles* You know, I might just and I mean just like you a bit.
Kim: *stops walking and turns back*
Dean: *smiles and winks at kim and then walks off the other direction*
Kim: *rolls her eyes and walks off*