The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

That's Like A Subway Sandwich Held Up To Your Vagina

Chapter 49:

Olivia's POV:

"So, how was your date?" Louis asked me in the girliest tone I've ever heard from a guy before. I laughed and shut my locker closed. "It was amazing," I answered and spun on my heel. It was early Tuesday morning and another full day of school. Which means that this Monday we were flying back to California.

Honestly, I didn't want to go home just yet. Of course I was a little homesick, but Holmes Chapel became my second home. I met so many amazing people and had such an awesome time, I wouldn't mind staying a bit longer.

Louis laughed. "Yeah, Harry was running around asking everyone if they had any Disney movies he could borrow," he told me and I chuckled. The bell rang and he nodded his head. "I'll see you later. I'm off to Maths," he said then walked away. "Come on," Harry's voice said from behind me and grabbed my hand.

I walked side by side with him into Mrs. Johnson's classroom, and she stared at our intertwined hands as we walked by. I heard her scoff and I chuckled as we sat down. "What's so funny?" Harry asked and I pointed at our teacher who was mumbling and shaking her head.

He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Just ignore her. She's only jealous because she doesn't have me," he gestured to himself and I laughed loudly. "You keep telling yourself that," I joked.

He pouted and Mrs. Johnson smacked her ruler on top of our desks making us jump. "Class has started," she snapped before strutting away. Zayn snickered at us causing Harry to swiftly smack him on the back of his head. "Hey! Not the quiff," he whined.

The sound of speaking caused Mrs. Johnson to spin on her heel and stare at the class. "I said to shut up," she narrowed her eyes and continued on her way to her desk. I looked at the rest of the class with that face that said 'what's up with her' and received shrugs in return. I guess we were all thinking the same thing.

"Now, today in class we are going to be working on a little project together," Mrs. Johnson instructed and I rolled my eyes. "It is a group of three-" she started but was cut off by students already shouting across the classroom to pair up. Harry outstretched his arms onto the backs of Zayn's and my chairs to claim us as his partners.

"-But I will be picking them for you," she continued with a sinister smirk and majority of the class groaned. "Now, when I call your name, please stay seated until I'm finished calling out the groups," she told us then began announcing us by our last names.

"Bynes, Jones, and Thompson."

"Sprint, Camille, and Hale."

"Rogers, Darren, and Lex."

"Potter, Malik, and Camp."

"Yes," I whispered and fist bumped Zayn from across Harry's lap. "You mad?" Zayn joked while playfully tapping a pouting Harry's shoulder. "No, because I'm sure I'll get someone cooler than you guys," he joked.

"Lindsay, Styles, and Haddix."

Zayn and I burst out laughing while Harry dropped his face into his hands. Ariel Lindsay was one of Heather's followers. Also, one of the girls who was attempting to embarrass me as I ate my McDonald's last week. As for James Haddix, he was the show off jock who could spread gossip faster than wildfire. On the inside he is secretly a lip gloss-caked, teenage girl with a purse full of secrets.

"Aw, Zayn and I will pray for you," I teased Harry only to be shushed by the teacher. He smirked at me getting into trouble, but I simply ignored it.

Mrs. Johnson finished announcing the names and announced that we were allowed to sit anywhere in the classroom with our groups, along with an abnormally long an unneeded lecture on discipline.