The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

Care To Tell Me Your Real Name?

Chapter 13:

Olivia's POV:

I looked at the small sheet of paper that had my schedule on it. First period was English with Mrs. Johnson. I walked down the hall and into the classroom. "Stop right here," the teacher told me. I stood at the front of the class with my fellow Americans. I looked at the people sitting in front of me and my eyes stopped on a curly head boy who had a smile on his face. I smiled back at him and faced the teacher who was now talking.

"Okay, everyone introduce yourselves," she told us. A girl nudged my side and smiled at her. She wanted me to do something weird and everyone looked at me because they knew I was. "My name is Aurthur," the boy next to me said. So far everyone said fake names. I've taught them so well. It was now my turn. "My name is Hannah Montana," I joked and everyone snickered. Apparently, the teacher didn't get the joke and continued on. I shook my head in disapproval and the class laughed again.

"Okay, since none of you are on my roll, I'm going to go talk to the office about this mix-up. For now everyone take a seat," she explained and left the class. She obviously didn't understand each of our ridiculous fake names. "Hannah Montana! Come sit by me!" a few students called and everyone laughed.

"Hannnaaah," someone dragged out my name. I looked and saw Harry motioning to the seat next to him. I chuckled and sat down to his left. He gave me a disapproving head shake. "What?" I asked him. "Hannah Montana? Again? Shame on you," he smirked. "I have a reputation to keep," I protested. I crossed my arms and leaned back in my seat. Harry and the boy next to him chuckled.

The door to the class room flung open and Mrs. Hale stomped in. I slid out of my chair and sat on the floor so she couldn't see me. "You children are terrible! Lying to your teachers!" she shouted at the Americans. "Where is Olivia?" she asked. I was scared to show myself because she sounded really angry. "Where is she!?" she screamed. Time to lighten the mood. "That's not my naaaame," I sung out from the floor. "Fine, where is Hannah Montana?" she asked trying to stay calm. I stood up with a smile on my face while everyone laughed. "Come with me," she ushered out the classroom. I skipped to the front and blew everyone a kiss on the way out. They all burst into laughter while I prepared for my lecture.

Mrs. Hale shut the door and walked down the hall a little bit. "Olivia, when are you going to stop?" she asked calmly. "I'm a teenager. I'm just trying to lighten the mood. You can't blame me for being a child while I am one," I told her. "You know, you can be such a pain sometimes! I have total care of you and you are not making this easy," she huffed. I leaned against the lockers and stuttered under the coldness.

"Maybe you are just trying to hard. If you lighten up some, it might not be so hard," I told her. "I'm just worried. If you never take life seriously, then you'll get in trouble on day," she stood next to me. "I'm just being a kid. I don't have to be serious for a while and I'm taking my time. You just have to lighten up too. You're still young and you don't need to be stressing so much," I preached. "Your right. I will loosen up, but just don't get in trouble," she told me and I nodded. "Now go back to class," she laughed.

I walked to the door. What a short, weird conversation. It was all heart felt and mushy. At least she won't be on my case all the time now. I put on a smile and walked into the classroom. Some kids laughed while others had amusement written on their faces. "Care to tell me your real name?" the teacher asked, her voice full of attitude. I shook my head and sat back down next to Harry.

She gasped and some students giggled. "You need to say please," I told her without looking. "Please," she huffed. "My name is Olivia Camp," I stood up and bowed. The class laughed and clapped for me to go along with my act. I heard a low whistle to the right of me and turned to glare at Harry. "You put your bum in my face," he raised his hands in defense. I rolled my eyes and sat back down.

"Now, today we will be writing a short fairy-tale story. It has to include magic, at least six characters, and a twist ending. It's due at the end of class. Start," Mrs. Johnson instructed us. I groaned and faced Harry. "When does this class end?" I asked him. "Can't wait to get away from me?" he smirked. "That's it," I joked back and he laughed. "In an hour and a half," he whispered back. I nodded and pulled out my notebook.

A fairytale? How am I supposed to write about that? What if a bear, turned into a human? Like the opposite of Brother Bear.

I started writing when a hand touched my thigh. I turned to stare at Harry who kept writing, but had a smirk on his face. I smacked his hand off. A few seconds later, he put it back on. I smacked it off again, only for him to put it back on again. After a few more tries I gave up. He was never going to stop. As long as his hand stayed put, nothing should bother me.

I continued writing until I finished my story. In the end, the human changed back into a bear, but stayed close with the humans. He became part of their pact and all lived happily ever after. I guess I forgot the twist ending. Oh well.

I ended up being bored and we still had ten minutes left of class, so I pulled out a sharpie and wrote on Harry's unmoving hand. I wrote 'Olivia was here' and drew a penis.

He glanced over at me and then his hand. His eyes got wide and he furiously wiped the penis off, but left the writing. He motioned for me to give him my hand. I shook my hand because we all know what happened last time. He chuckled which means he probably remembered what happened too. He took the sharpie and my hand and wrote 'Harry is sexy;)' on the inside. I rolled my eyes and pulled my hand away.