The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

I Wonder What Crawled Up His Ass And Died

Chapter 2:

Harry's POV:

"I wonder what American girls are like?" my best friend, Louis, asked me. We were standing in the waiting section of an airport with the rest of our class. Our partners were to be arriving from America any time now.

I smirked at him. "What? Do you expect them to be different than our girls? Maybe mutated freaks?" I teased. Louis rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder into mine.

"Anyways, who wouldn't want to meet a bunch of foreign girls?" I had to agree with him on that one.

Louis and I were partners in this foreign exchange project. We were then paired up with an American boy named Chase. Throughout the program, he's going to be staying at my house. Then when we go to America, Louis and I would stay with him.

"Are you two twats thinking of girls again?" our other friend, Marisa, joked as she walked up. A lot of people always said that she looked like my sister because we have the same green eyes, but her straight, black hair ruins that. It always freaks us out how alike we look.

"Why? Jealous?" Louis shot back, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Ew, why would I want to be in your mind? Who knows what you think in there," Marisa shot back.

I laughed at their playfulness and shoved my hands into my pockets. "Aside from that, what are your partners' names?" I asked Marisa.

"Olivia and AJ,” she smiled proudly. "I've talked to them on the phone recently, and they seem really cool. What-" She was about to continue when we heard a loud noise coming from the departure area. They were finally here.

A hoard of what I guessed were the students all exited the plane, laughing and smiling widely. Some had tears falling down their cheeks or clutching their stomachs. The other passangers looked annoyed as hell with the teenagers. What went on in that airplane.

I was genuinely worried abut what happened until three more people exited the plane. One woman, who looked like a teacher due to her stern posture, was pulling two girls behind her. One in particular caught my eye.

Not only was she beautiful, her smile made her drop dead gorgeous. I mean, it was just heart stopping. She was laughing along with the others, her eyes twinkling in amusement. I felt the sides of my lips twitch as she approached.

"Um, what's that on your face?" my teacher, Mrs. Miller, asked. I tore my gaze away from the blonde girl and turned to see her pointing at the American teacher that just exited the plane. Somehow someone was able to draw Harry Potter gasses and the scar on her face in thick black marker.

All of the students started laughing and, almost literally, rolling on the floor. "What do you mean?" she asked, loosening her grip on the two students she exited with.

"Sweetie, I think you should look in a mirror. You have... a little something," my teacher tried to explain slowly. The Harry Potter woman gently touched her face and frowned.

"IF I FIND OUT ONE OF YOU DID SOMETHING TO ME, YOU WILL BE SEVERELY PUNISHED!" the American teacher shouted at her students, who were still trying to stop laughing. She stomped off to find a bathroom right after I managed to snap a picture. I immediately tweeted it.

I looked up from my phone to see the Americans signing a clipboard, probably to sign in, I'm guessing. I followed the line until I laid eyes on the blonde girl again, who was now holding the sheet. She nudged her friend and wiggled her eyebrows. "Don't," her friend told her sternly. She only smiled - and what a smile - before writing something down and passing it on.