British Exchange Agent

Chapter 4

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I know that I said I would post on the weekend, but I decided to give you all an early update :)

Hope you enjoy it! x

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My eyes followed him as he strolled to his seat, before I turned to Aaron.

"You guys friends?" I whispered back as the teacher began to parrot on again. He met my words with a look of disgust.

"How about enemies?" He suggested in irritation.

"Oooh." I murmured under my breath. "Why?"

He glanced up at Cyrus before turning his attention back to me.

"That guy's got something against us - don't know why. I didn't do anything." He muttered.

"Us?"

"Yeah; we're footballers."

I did a double take and gaped at Aaron. He huffed.

"It's not that hard to believe." He said at full volume.

The teacher's gaze snapped toward us and she shot me a glare.

"I didn't say anything." I muttered.

"If you have something to say, I suggest you raise your hand, Miss..." She trailed off as she scanned a piece of paper on her desk.

"It's just Kayla." I informed her helpfully. She shot me a harsh look.

"Speak when spoken to."

Well.

I clenched my jaw as she turned back to the board and tried to focus on my notebook. I could feel Cyrus's gaze on me until the shrill call of the bell pierced through the classroom. I grabbed the notebook and pen, standing up.

"Pick up your homework sheet on the way out." The teacher cried over it, her American voice so unusual. I made my way through the sea of students and whipped up two sheets, handing one to Aaron.

"Thanks." He grinned.

The girl from earlier - who I had named blue-hoop - tried to stomp on my foot as I walked past. I pulled it away at the last second, causing her stiletto to come crashing down on the hard floor.

She let out a loud shriek as the heel snapped, making me smirk ever so slightly.

"Quick reflexes." A voice said next to me. My head snapped to the side to see Cyrus watching me, the corners of his lips crinkled up.

"Next period is..." Aaron trailed off as he looked up from his schedule, registering Cyrus's presence.

"Gym." I filled in for him.

A layer of silence settled on us as he and Cyrus seemed to have some sort of glare-off. Aaron's eyes were narrowed as Cyrus muttered a 'later' to me, his hand twitching when my assignment strode away.

I bit back a growl of frustration, aiming for a light voice.

"So, gym?"

"Yeah, sorry about that." Aaron said apologetically.

"It's fine - I get it." I shrugged. He smiled at me.

"Still sorry."

"Still get it." I sang back, trailing next to him as we made our way to his locker. Aaron dumped his stuff inside, taking mine as well and stuffing it in. He took out some gym clothes before shutting the door.