The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

I Know How Girls Like Her Operate

Chapter 12:

Olivia's POV:

"Olivia! AJ! Wake up!" a British voice shook our bed. I groaned and smashed a pillow over my head. "Why are you waking us up?" AJ muttered. We are obviously not morning people. "Come on, it's Monday. We have school," Marisa's voice said and she shook our bed again. I sighed and swung my feet over the side of the comfortable bed. I grabbed some clothes and made my way into the bathroom to shower.

I let the warm water run over my body. I sighed. What was school going to be like? Who am I going to fit in with? I think Harry is part of the populars, so what would the others be like? I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I pull on a pinkish tank top that showed off a small part of my stomach. I pulled on a pair of dark shorts and I curled my blonde hair.

"Took you long enough," AJ muttered and shot into the bathroom after I walked out. "Good morning to you too, sweetheart!" I shouted through the door. "Shut up," she whined. I chuckled to myself and slipped on some black converse and silver brackets to complete my look.

I skipped downstairs and met Marisa in the kitchen. "Good morning, sunshine," I smiled brightly at her and poured myself a cup of milk. "Uh, hey. Whats got you in such a good mood?" she asked and bit into a glazed doughnut. "She's always like that after a shower," AJ, who just walked into the kitchen, explained. I smiled again and took a huge bite out of a chocolate sprinkled doughnut. I moaned at the sweetness.

AJ being her dirty minded self made it sound wrong. "Yeah, get it," she shouted. She and Marisa laughed while I nearly choked on my breakfast. "Can I not enjoy my better-than-sex doughnut?" I threw my hands up for exaggeration. They just laughed at me and I finished off my breakfast and cleaned myself up. "Who's ready to make an impression?" AJ laughed. Marisa and I giggled and we made our way out to her car.

"A 2013 PORSCHE BOXSTER!? HOW DID YOU GET THIS!?" AJ screamed, motioning to Marisa's car. AJ knew all sorts of cars while I'm just like, yep... that looks cool. "My parents saved money and bought me this as a 16th birthday present," she explained with a smile.

We all piled inside the car and and Marisa drove us to the school. Once we parked, I sighed. "Here goes nothing," AJ muttered and we all piled out.

Harry's POV:

As soon as we arrived at school, the place was buzzing with news about the Americans. Chase left us to go hang out with his friends because he said he honestly didn't want to be part of our popular group. 

Louis and I made our way to our lockers where our other friends were. Zayn, Liam, and Niall. They said that they were 'too cool' to handle Americans. Liam just didn't want to take on the responsibility. "Where's your American?" Niall asked us. "He doesn't want to be part of the 'popular group'," Louis answered. "Why?" Liam asked. Not even a second later, the skimpy girls arrived. "This is why," I sighed.

I leaned back against the locker and looked at the leader of the girls, Heather. She was orange from fake tans. Her eyeshadow reached past her eyebrows it seemed and her clothes looked like underwear. "Hey, Harry," she took a step towards me. "Hey," I smiled at her. "So where is your American?" she asked and batted her eyelashes. I swear I saw flakes of black fall from them. "He's... totally hot!" Zayn said from beside us.

"Lad, that's weird," Louis patted his shoulder. "No, I mean her," he said and pointed past all of us. Heather and her little group got mad and stormed off. I looked in the direction of Zayn's finger. Down the hallway was a girl with curly blonde hair. A small part of her stomach was showing and she was wearing short shorts, but not enough to be classified as a slut.

She was walking down the hallways reading a piece of paper in her hands and a brown shoulder bag on her shoulder. I looked over her face and smirked. It was Olivia. God, why was she so attractive? Every guy in the hallway was eye-raping her. I turned and smiled knowingly at Louis who smirked back.

When Olivia passed me I let out a low wolf-whistle. She looked over at me and laughed. When she finished walking down the hallway I chuckled. "Who was that?" Niall asked. It looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. "Do you know where Olivia is?" a voice asked from behind me. I turned around and faced AJ and Marisa. "Yeah, she just walked down the hallway while every guy here check her out," Louis told her. "Don't act like you didn't too," Marisa poked my shirt and I laughed. "I admit, I did," I smirked. They walked away and I turned back to the boys.

"You know her?" Liam asked. "Yep, her name is Olivia and the one we just talked to is AJ. They are Marisa's Americans," I explained to them. "Now I wish I did the exchange thing," Zayn complained. I chuckled and he glared at me. I started my way down the hallway and Louis stopped me. "Where are you going, mate?" he asked. "To go talk to Olivia," I smirked and he laughed. I continued walking down the hallway until I found her.

I leaned against the locker next to her. "Hey, babe," I smirked at her. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I mimicked her face. She put her eyebrow down and I did the same. She winked with her left eye and I did with my right. "What are we doing?" she laughed. "Making attractive faces," I joked and she laughed again.

All good moments must come to an end because Heather strolled up to us. She maneuvered her way in between Olivia and I. She glared at Olivia and I looked at her. Olivia shot me a look that said 'Watch This'. I nodded and she smiled at Heather. She whispered something in her ear and Heather's face softened. "I like you," she told Olivia and walked off with her posse after winking at me.

"What did you do?" I asked Olivia. She just chuckled and shrugged. "Just making sure I didn't get on her bad side," she stated. "And how is that?" I took a step towards her. "I know how girls like her operate. You give them information and they leave you alone. I told her that Chase was good in bed and she left," she explained. "So you and Chase... did it?" I questioned her. She giggled and shook her head. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her up to me so my mouth was by her ear. It's so fun to tease her like this. "Good," I whispered simply.

The bell rang for class and I took a step away from her. I winked and walked towards my first class, English. Our teacher was a bitch, but if she likes you she leaves you alone. I sat in my normal seat next to Zayn. Mrs. Johnson stopped all of the Americans at the front of the room to introduce them. The last person to walk in was, you guessed it, Olivia. I smiled in her direction and she returned it. I might actually enjoy English a lot more now.