The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

We Wouldn't Want Anyone To Know That You Got Punched By A Girl

Chapter 57:

Harry's POV:

How do you think people would react?

I thought about how to answer Olivia's text as I slid into the passenger's seat of Chase's car. Today was Monday which means the first day going to the American school. I was honestly excited, but Olivia was more on the nervous side. She wondered what changed while she was gone and what could change now that she's back. Also now the she has me, what would others think?

I think that we should just stand up in front of everyone and make out like crazy. That way they will know we're together;)

Harry!

Hey! I'm not complaining! ;)

I could just imagine her rolling her eyes at my text right now. I had a habit of acting cheeky a lot whenever I'm talking to Olivia, but she likes it. Even if she tried to deny it, I know she secretly does.

"This is your school?" Louis asked. I teared my eyes away from my phone and looked out the window. Their school was a lot bigger than ours and a lot more modern looking too. From what I could see though, they didn't have a football field like us.

It was a two story, red colored building with lots of students standing around out front. I recognized a few kids that went to my school and some Americans, but no one special.

"Home sweet home," Chase rolled his eyes. He easily found a parking space and stopped the car, it lurching a bit. Louis leaned forward from the back seat and smacked my shoulder. "What was that you said at the airport when they first arrived? A whole new group of girls to make a new impression on?" he teased. Chase and I both laughed while I pushed his arm away from me.

"Yeah, yeah. You can make an impression for yourself. I don't really care anymore," I shrugged my shoulders then shook out my hair. Louis exaggerated a gasp and Chase placed both hands over his heart. "Harry... doesn't care!?" Louis exclaimed. "Yeah, yeah," I shrugged again, opening my car door. "Completely whipped," Chase whispered to Louis, and I pretended not to hear.

The three of us exited the car and gathered out along the side walk. "Ready?" Chase asked. I glanced around already seeing a few people staring at us with curiosity. "Let's go for it," Louis squealed, completely excited for the day ahead of us.

Chase guided us through the school's open front doors where the principle was greeting everyone. We introduced ourselves and from our small conversation I could tell he was a man who was easily intimidated.

Then Louis and I practically bounced into the main office where other British students were being handed their schedules. "Name?" the perky secretary asked. "Uh, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson," I answered. She nodded her head violently then ruffled through a stack of papers. "Louis Tomlinson," she smiled brightly, holding out a sheet. He thanked her and took it, reading over it with Chase. "And Harry Styles," she copied the same routine for Louis, handing me my schedule. I flashed her a small smile and pulled the other two boys into the hallway.

"Let me see," Louis stated. He and Chase gathered on either side of me, looking over my shoulders at my schedule. "I have second period with you," Louis pointed out. "I have first and forth with you," Chase added. "And you have forth with us," I pointed to Louis' paper.

Chase clapped his hands together and backed away. "Okay! Now let's get you to your lockers," he smiled brightly. He checked our schedules, immediately finding our locker numbers and we began to follow him through the busy hallways.

Unfamiliar faces studied us as we passed. Most of them were full of curiosity, but there were some other expressions. I felt the familiar feeling of being wanted when a caught a glimpse of a girl winking at me. She was pretty. Short and slim with long brown hair and green eyes. But in my eyes she was nothing compared to Olivia.

I politely gave her a curt nod and she instantly turned to her friends, rambling on about how I nodded at her. I slightly rolled my eyes at her and looked at more staring faces.

Chase pulled us off to the side and pointed at a blue locker. "This is all you Styles. Want us to wait?" he asked. I looked at the metal door then back to the two of them. "No, I think I got it," I answered. After being instructed on where my first period classroom was, I watched them stroll away and disappear down the hall.

I opened my locker with great difficulty and stared at the books supplied inside it. Sighing, I leaned against the cool metal and pulled out my phone, starting a text to Olivia.

Come save me! I'm alone:(

I got a text back within a minute which I always love when people aren't slow texters.

Poor you! ;) Where's your locker?

I sent her my locker number and she said that she'd be on her way any second. I sighed in relief and grabbed the books I would need for my first class. While grabbing onto a red notebook I heard a wolf-whistle behind me and turned to see who it belonged to.

A girl with jet black hair stood a little ways down the hall with dark brown eyes and a smirk on her face. She was staring at me which really creeped me out because she had this whole dark, mysterious look to her. Kind of like Zayn, except he's too vain to be scary.

I grinned politely and practically shoved my face inside my locker, hoping to hide from the scary girl whistling at me. I was half expecting her to pull on a dark rope and begin sacrificing cats to Satan in the middle of the hallway.

I slammed my locker shut and jumped a foot backwards when I saw her standing on the other side of my locker door. It's official: She frightens me. Plus, it's only attractive when I do the cute thing by leaning behind the locker door. Because you might be scared at first, but then you'll see this face.

"Hi," she smiled evilly. "Erm, hi?" I replied, shifting my books in my hands. I glanced around the hallway to see a few more students - mainly girls - eyeing us up. "I'm Melina," she flirted, batting her eyes and leaning against my locker. "I'm Harry," I told her, trying not to be rude.

She stepped closer, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Well, Harry, are you doing anything after school?" she asked. I easily shrugged her hand off and backed away. "Yes," I lied and smirked easily. "What about now?" she winked. "Now, I have to get the class and see my girlfriend," I announced.

Her eyes dropped into a glare while I easily swaggered away in a random direction, hoping to run into Olivia. I grabbed my phone and texted her again.

Whhheerrrreeee aaarrreee yyyyoooouuuu? I miss you:(

I laughed and replaced my phone into the back pocket of my skinny jeans. The bell rang overhead and students all around me began to disappear into their different classrooms. "Need help to get to your class?" a red headed girl asked as she passed me. "Uh, no thank you," I answered, remembering the directions Chase gave me. "Oh, well my name is Lauren if you need anything," she winked and walked off.

I easily found my classroom and entered. Math posters, quotes, and such decorated the walls, and the teacher stood at the front handing out worksheets. I took one and glanced around the class. Many girls attempted to wave me over to their seats. I had to stifle my laugh when I saw the same brown haired girl in the hallway earlier try to get Chase, who was sitting next to her at the time, to move.

I took my seat in the back corner of the class with a free seat next to me. I saved it in hope for Olivia to show up, but eventually let Chase sit there when he explained that they don't share first period. I frowned, fetching my phone and ignoring the teacher's speech about the classroom rules and all that.

So no first period, huh?:/

Yeah, send me a picture of your schedule!

I discreetly took a snapshot of the timetable and pressed send, waiting for it to load. Chase elbowed me and flicked his head towards the teacher who was staring at me. I laughed and shook my head. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, Chase nudging me again. "I said introduce yourself," he instructed.

I stood up, straightening out my T-Shirt and clearing my throat. "My name is Harry Styles," I announced, then sat back down. "And one thing about yourself," the teacher added. I sighed, thinking of what to say. "And I have eight best friends," I smiled cheekily, placing my arm on the back of Chase's chair. He awwed, the both of us laughing.

Everyone clapped for me, as if I had just won an Oscar, and the rest of the British students introduced themselves. We all earned claps for some reason, but maybe it's an American thing.

"Okay, now I want you guys to start a class discussion. I want you to talk about England and America and all the similarities and differences," the teacher explained and everyone instantly began chatting.

I turned to Chase and we began talking about the random stuff guys talk about. Eventually as we got deeper into conversation we realized the small inputs other people made in it was actually everyone in our surrounding area staring at us and wanting to talk. I frowned at them then raised my eyebrows. "Hello?" I waved my hand. I think there were five girls total, no guys, and all were trying way too hard.

They began asking the two of us questions and pretending to be way more interested in the answer then they really were. "So Harry, do you have a girlfriend back home?" the girl I labeled as Girl #4 asked me, twirling her hair between her fingers.

"Yeah, but she's not at home. She's here," I answered, Chase chuckling. "Really? What's her name?" Girl #1 asked, frowning at Chase's actions. I smacked him on the back of the head, making all of the girls explode into fake giggles. "Her name's Olivia," I answered.

They whispered amongst themselves about who my girlfriend could possibly be. "Do you know Olivia Camp?" Girl #6 asked. I nodded my head and she told the student sitting next to her something. "Is she like her?" Girl #6 questioned me again. I smirked, biting my bottom lip and nodding.

As they began to discuss the situation again, Chase got my attention. "You think you can set me up with one of the thousands of girls falling at your feet?" he teased. I scoffed, and rolled my eyes. "You're delusional," I replied.

The girls began to ask me different questions about Olivia, only two of them being rude. The others would 'aww' and pout every so often, even when completely unnecessary. I didn't give them any personal information, only a few facts. But knowing how girls work they'll probably figure everything out on their own. I sighed, shaking out my hair again.