The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

My Shit Was Fine, How Was Yours?

Chapter 3:

Harry's POV:

"So what's with Olivia," I asked Chase once we pulled out of the airport parking lot.

"It doesn't seem like teacher really likes her," Louis added, and we both chuckled. A small smile formed on Chase's lips.

"Olivia Camp is the girl that always makes everyone laugh. She's wildly popular in California. Even in schools that she doesn't go to because people talk about her that much. She doesn't care what anyone else thinks, and is single while all the boys are falling at her feet."

"Why is she so popular?" Louis asked.

"She’s popular because she is hilarious. She makes a fool out of teachers, respectively, and likes to have fun. She gets in a lot of trouble yet everyone loves her and tells others about her. And she is hot. So yeah,” Chase trailed off. My mind flashed back to some of the guys' reactions when they first saw her in the airport.

"Why doesn't she have a boyfriend?" I questioned because I was genuinely curious. He responded with a shrug.

"Every guy that asks her out, she denies. Not, like, hardcore, humiliating denial; it's more of 'I'm sorry, but I don't like you in that way,'" he explained. I nodded my head.

This was going to be interesting. "I bet you Harry is going to talk to her real soon," Louis whispered to Chase.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You don't know that," I retorted, but Louis begged to differ.

"Good luck," Chase chuckled, and I shook my head again. This was going to be an interesting two months.

Olivia's POV:

Once we pulled away from the airport, Marisa started making motions that seemed like she was hypervenaliting, I flipped shit and was ready to perform CPR (that I didn't know how to do) in order to save this poor girl's life.

"Marisa?! What's wrong?!" I screamed.

"What's wrong? I'm sitting next to the Hannah Montana," she exclaimed. I began to freak out again and smacked her in the arm. 

"You scared me to death. I thought you were having a seizure or something!" The two girls laughed at my distressed state until we were all able to calm down and talk civily. You know, not faking seizures.

Marisa seemed like the perfect girl to be paired with. Her personality fit with AJ and mine so well; it's unreal.

Eventually I pulled out my phone and took a picture of the three of us. We were all making stupid faces. Marisa and AJ were pulling duck faces on either sides of me while I was doing the surfers 'rock on' sign with my tongue out my mouth and winking. I laughed at how stupid we were and posted the picture on twitter after getting Marisa's.

@Olivia_Camp: Way to make a grand entrance into England! Anyways, here in the car with these two gorgeous girls @Marisaxx & @myAJlove 

Marisa and AJ laughed at my tweet. "How do so many people know you?" Marisa asked us, and I shrugged.

"Depends on what you mean by 'know.' We've met a lot of people, kind of like a hi-bye thing, but I don't think we actually know a lot of people," AJ responded, then asked Marisa the same question.

"Not many, at all. Honestly, I probably don't even know half of my school."

Our topic of Holmes Chapel high progressed, and Marisa started filling us in on the things we needed to know about the people at her school. "Then there's Harry Styles. He's a big flirt,  and do not let him walk you to class," she added to our conversation, giggling. "He always does that, then ends up getting in trouble because he's late to his own class."