The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

Do You Love Someone?

Chapter 33:

Olivia's POV:

I sat in my normal seat next to Harry in Mrs. Johnson's classroom with my lovely breakfast on my desk. That consisted of a coke and I figured out they were called Cinnamon Melts. I stuck my plastic fork into my meal and ate a section of the food. The whole class seemed to be staring at me, like 'Why on earth is she eating in one of the strictest teacher's class in the school?'. And my reason, I don't really give a damn.

Harry started laughing for no reason then stole my coke. He took a sip while I glared at him. "You can't touch my food," I whined and ate another mouth full. "Technically, I paid for it," Harry pointed out. I was about to say something back, but I realized he was right. I shut my mouth and turned away. I shoved another piece of food in my mouth.

"See, you know I'm right," Harry whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me. I was facing the table to the left of me and saw a few of Heather's followers. I rolled my eyes when I saw that they were pointing and laughing about me.

I just faced forward and ignored them. When is that teacher going to get here? "No wonder why she is so fat," one of the girls whispered, obviously talking about me. I just took another forkful of cinnamon. "Don't you ever get tired of eating?" one of the two girls asked me. I slowly rolled my head to face her way. She had this smug look on her face like she just won the Grammy. Well sweetheart, in reality you only got a few laughs.

"Yeah, we should totally sign you up for a gym," the other one snorted. "Yeah! And on the way there, we can stop at Walmart and buy both of you another can of spray paint because your face doesn't match your ass," I spit back. That reply earned a whole class full of laughter.

"You're just jealous," the first girl sneered. I rolled my eyes over her tan. It wasn't orange, but a brown color. Her hair was dyed blonde and frizzy in some places. She had on heavy makeup that made her stand out. I gave her a confused look, then glanced around to my classmates with the same look and shrugged. "I was not aware that I was jealous. Damn, I'm always the last to be told things," I joked causing more laughter. 

I sipped my drink and faced Harry. He had an amused expression on his face. "How did you ever put up with them?" I whispered to him and he shrugged. "At least we have more sex than you," The other girl shouted. Took you long enough to think of a reply. "Sweetie, you could be getting raped and you would go along with it just to have sex," I told her nicely.

The class 'oohed' and I even heard a few 'burns'. I smiled as the two girls ceased fire when Mrs. Johnson walked in the classroom. "Sorry I'm late," she muttered while searching her desk full of papers. I just sighed before continuing to eat my breakfast. "Olivia Camp?" She asked in disbelief. I looked in her direction. "'Sup," I answered her.

"What are you doing?" She questioned me and put a hand on her hip. I shrugged. "Eating I suppose," I ate another forkful. "You can't have that in class," Mrs. Johnson scolded me. "But it's the most important meal of the day and someone bought it for me which was totally awesome but please don't take it away or I will die," I whined. She rolled her eyes. "I don't think so," she stated stubbornly.

I frowned. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I asked her. The class snickered and I gave them a look that said 'shut up'. Mrs. Johnson fidgeted nervously while I popped an eyebrow at her. "That's none of your business," she told me. "Do you love someone?" I quizzed her again. She shot me daggers which I dismissed.

"Just throw away the food," She yelled at me. "Not until you answer the question," I shot back. She started to walk towards me. Her arm was outstretched in front of her. I hopped off my seat and jumped behind Harry, who was laughing. "If I answer the question will you calm down?" She asked me. I shrugged. "Depends on how you answer," I smiled at her and patted with Harry's curls with one hand.