The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

Are We Even Allowed Out Here?

Chapter 15:

Olivia's POV:

First, we grabbed our lunch, which consisted of a ham sandwich, apple, and bottle of water. "Follow me," Marisa instructed. We walked through the cafeteria, out the door, and towards the school's soccer field (football in England). We made out way across the field and climbed some bleachers to the middle section.

"Are we even allowed out here?" I asked her. There were a few other groups of students out here, but not many. "Yeah, just wait a few minutes," she told us. "What happens then?" AJ questioned her. "That's when everyone has their lunch and come out here," she answered.

"I wish our school had bleachers, or at least a soccer field." I complained. "Hey, Olivia?" Marisa patted my shoulder. I took a bite of my sandwich and looked at her. "Get over it," she told me and we all started laughing. "Rude," I pushed her and we all started laughing again.

By now, the bleachers and field were full of students. I finished off my sandwich and stood up on the seat. I held my apple in my right hand and eyed the trashcan. "Are you going to try and make it?" AJ asked. "I'm going to try," I told her. I moved the apple back and forth, and finally threw it. The trash can was a good 30 feet away. I watched as it sailed in. "Yeah!" I shouted and bowed down jokingly to the girls. The people around us cheered for me and I bowed to them as well.

"I know, I am quite amazing," I joked and we laughed. My phone buzzed from inside my pocket. I pulled it out and read over the screen. I had a new text from 'HARRY THE SEXY BRIT;)'. Did he really set that as his name? I rolled my eyes and opened the message.

Nice shot babe;) I can see you... ~Harry, your sexy beast;)

I scrunched up my eyes and looked around. That boy was no where in sight. I scanned every possible inch of the field and bleachers, and I couldn't find him anywhere. I sighed and pulled up a new text.

I don't like this game! I can't see you!! Oh, and Harry the sexy Brit? Very.. original;) ~The even sexier, Hannah Montana

I sent him the text and put my phone back in my pocket. "Who was that?" Marisa asked me. "Harry being creepy," I told them and they giggled. "What did he say?" AJ asked between laughs. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity. "He was like 'I can see you' and 'nice shot'. I'm quite scared," I pouted and they laughed again. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed. "Immature," I muttered.

My phone started playing a ring tone.

THIS IS WHY I'M HOT

THIS IS WHY I'M HOT

THIS IS WHY THIS IS WHY THIS IS WHY I'M HOT

I'M HOT CAUSE I'M FLY

YOU AIN'T CAUSE YOU NOT

THIS IS WHY THIS IS WHY THIS IS WHY I'M HOT

The three of us and some people around us started playfully dancing along to the the music. I started laughing and pulled my phone from my pocket. I checked to see who was calling and laughed. HARRY THE SEXY BRIT;). I clicked decline just to mess with him.

A few seconds later he called again and we started singing along to the music. After the chorus I answered. "Hello," I laughed into the phone. "Why did you decline me the first time?" Harry whined. "I wanted to hear the music again," I teased.

He sighed into the phone. "You are a terrible person," he told me and I fake gasped. "Only terrible people tell people that they are terrible! And if I'm terrible then why did you try to kiss me the other day," I smirked again and heard 'oohes' coming from the other side of the phone. "Anyways, can you see me?" he asked.