Tori's P.O.V
I hung up my coat. I'd been in London for three minutes now and a) I was drenched, and b) Jadelyn Rose West had gone somewhere with my boyfriend. So far, I was loving it. See, we're on a foreign exchange program with a performing arts school in England, the London Royal School of Performing Arts. On the exchange were me, Cat Valentine, Andrè Harris, my bestfriend, Beck Oliver, my boyfriend, and Jade West, the girl who was probably in the middle of making out with Beck. But Beck loves me.
I'm sure of that... aren't I?
Lily's P.O.V
This isn't the most welcoming weather for exchange students, is it? They're from Hollywood, big deal, the live in the sunshine, big deal, and they aren't used to this. Well, guess what? They're gonna have to get used to it. If I can live here with weather like this a couple of weeks won't hurt.
I have to admit, when I first heard they don't do many normal lessons like Maths and English, I thought they were gonna be ditzy airheads. But they actually weren't. Cool. I thought they were all gonna be stick-thin in bikinis all the time. Which they were. Not so cool.
"And Ellis Richards, your exchange student will be..." Mr McFarlane announced. "Cassie Ray!"
I was dreading it. I was one of the only ones who hadn't been assigned a room-mate yet. I sighed, looking around. I'm gonna get that one. I saw a red-head girl, she was twirling her hair absent-mindedly, but it was obvious she WAS one of the ditzy airheads. She smiled flirtily at James Black, the apparently 'fit' boy, and I felt a pang in my stomach. Calm down, Lily! I thought. He's not even your boyfriend!
In the hallway, after class, I walked up to James.
"Well, you seemed to hit it off with that dumb red-head." I said harshly. He waved his arms in surrender.
"Why? Does a certain little baby girl want to date James?" He baby-talked. I slapped him round the face softly, then I left, texting my bestfriend Skye. I bumped into someone, and, looking into their eyes, apologised. (Which is something I totally wouldn't normally do.)
"Hey," He said, shaking my hand, holding it a little.
"Hey," I replied.
"Whoa, Beck." A guy from behind said, hitting his back. "Already got yourself a British chick? Nice..."