Notice

Chapter 11

I turn the dial on my lock and I unlock my locker. I swing the door open and throw my bag inside.

This morning, I woke up and the first thing I saw was my dress. It was a reminder of the fact that tomorrow is the night of the Winter Formal dance. Minnie and Cat have been texting me all week about it.

I even sat at lunch with them on Wednesday so we could talk about it.

The boys have been less enthusiastic about the whole dance, but are excited to be with me as this whole week I have found myself to be around people other than the boys.

Like yesterday, during my free period I played cards with Scott Lordsly, and his Student Council posse.

On Monday, me and Minnie we're inseparable, and because of that, I got loads of attention. I wouldn't say that me and Minnie are back to being best friends as Morgan still stands in the way.

"Morning, PYT." I hear Elliot say as he helps me close my locker door. I smile quirkily as he extends his arms out towards me.

I step forward and he envelops me in a tight hug.

"My turn!" Owen yells, as he runs down the hall, pushing people out of his way.

He reaches me and then scoops me up. I grab hold of his neck as he squeezes my waist and turns in a circle in the middle of the hallway.

I yell and laugh as he continues to spin. He finally puts me down but my hands never leave his neck.

"I bet you waited a long time for me to do that." Owen says, nudging me.

"Well, I never knew that it would be so much fun...." I answer back. My hands slip from his neck when I spot Colby jogging over, his blonde hair bouncing lightly at every step.

He has a huge smile on his face and his eyes sparkle, it's hard to not notice them.

"Morning Elina." He gives me a quick one armed hug before slapping hands with Elliot and Owen.

"Where's Channing ?" I ask, suddenly feeling lonely as one of my closest friends isn't here.

"I don't know. I haven't heard anything from him since last night after hockey." Elliot explains.

Ever since Elliot has been Captain, everything is more serious for him. His flirting has dialed down a notch (and surprisingly I kind of miss it), and he's more aware of everyone else.

Channing hasn't spoken to me very much since he saw me in  my dress.  I'm determined to have a full on conversation with him, before the end of the dance tomorrow night.

Suddenly, as if my thoughts had called him, Channing appears out of breath, his hair slicked back.

He has the same sweatshirt that I wore a few days in a row when I stayed at his house, and it doesn't look like he washed it since I wore it, because I spot a long brown silky hair clinging to his sleeve.

I reach over and peel it off of the sweater and he blushes madly after realizing.

"Morning Channing." He steps forward and grabs my waist with one hand and then kisses my forehead before stepping back and looking at his friends.

"Guys. I have news." He steps closer to us, his hand reaching the small of my back.  A heat wave rushes through my whole body at the feel of his touch.

"We're having University presentations today." All the guys step back and gasp.

"Shit." Owen says, bringing his hand to his mouth and biting on his knuckles.