I didn't want to go back to regular school days at all.  This weekend was way too much fun.  Probably my first weekend back with all my real friends.  It is Monday now.  My last full week before Winter Break!  After that I only have two days!  I cannot wait!  Especially for the dance, with every ones new dresses and all.  

"To confirm everything, the winter formal will be this Saturday.  Then you can go home for winter break after classes next Tuesday." Kathryn smiled up on the stage.  

This was a whole school meeting.  Kathryn was on student council.  I seriously forget everytime.  The last meeting before break!!!! Ahhh, I just can't wrap my head around that.  Whenever we have breaks  I don't know where to go.  The fact that it's Christmas means I'll have to go with my family.  I'll have to see my dad.  Maybe I can just invite my friends over a lot...to make it less boring?  Who even lives near me!?

"I could never be Kath up there." Chelle smirked. 

"Yeah, really." I reply.

"I don't want to go back with my family." 

"I was thinking the same thing Chelle..."

The meeting is wrapped up.  That means my whole day of school ahead of me is starting.  Actually my whole week ahead of me is starting. It will be worth it though.  I'm ready to party at this winter formal.  Last 'fun' party was the Halloween one!  

Chelle and I stood up and waited for everyone to file out of the auditorium.  I spotted Curly in the distance.  I can't act like I didn't see him, that was obvious eye contact right there.  He pushed past people to get near me.  

"You know what..I'm gonna go find Holland." Chelle pointed somewhere else.

"Oh..okay!" I waved bye.

Then Harry finally made his way towards me.  I smiled seeing him in his uniform again.  He looks just like all the other boys but still unique.  Something about him is so different.  

"Friday was fun.  Yeah, really fun." He rocks back and forth on his feet.  

"Yes it was, how was the rest of your weekend?" I ask when we start to walk to the halls.  

"Normal." He replies. 

We walk in silence.  It's not a bad silence, but a comfortable one.  I'm glad he's next to me though.  We have history class together and I'm glad, I secretly don't want him to leave me.  

I lead the way by taking a seat in the back of the classroom.  Harry sits next to me of course.  Except I arrange my binder, pen, and homework neatly in front of me.  He just slumps down into the chair and taps his feet.  Until he flashes a cheeky smile at me.  

"What?" I raise my eyebrows.  

"Nothing..it's just..." Then he starts laughing to myself.  

I bit my lip to keep from laughing at how hyper he looks right now.  I love these moods.  He's so carefree and it is extremely contagious.  

"Tell me!" I say in a much girlier voice than intended. 

"When you fell asleep everyone was laughing..cos you.." 

Oh god.  What?

"..moved around a lot and uhm yeah, right on.." He pointed down.  My eyes followed his finger and then they widened.  My face immediately flushed and snapped away from his friend down there.  Harry was cracking up, probably at my embarrassed face right now.  I hate when he does that!  

Suddenly Harry started coughing after laughing so much.  It was my turn to burst out laughing at how insane he looked.  The teacher walked into the classroom and we tried our best to be quiet.  Harry looked very suspicious with his wide grin he's wearing.  

"Monday means we're lecturing." Our boring history teacher said.  

"Damn it." Harry mumbled.  

I tried my best to pay attention to the lesson.  The whole time Harry was either peeking at me or passing notes.  I gave up when he passed me literally the 10th note.  

'hes not even looking, baby.  pass notes im bored x'  Harry scribbled on a piece of paper.  

I rolled my eyes at the baby part.  You know me though, of course I like it.  I flip the paper over and write back, 'are we playing bf and gf or something.  im not ur baby ;) xoxo' 

I grow excited as Harry grins at my response.  He quickly starts writing something again.  We're only getting away with this because we're in the back and the teacher is so into his lecture.  I roll my eyes when Jake is looking at me.  He uses his hand to make a phone and acts like he's texting.  I think he's signaling I should get on my phone.  Great.  

I whip it out and hide it in my binder.  What a surprise, texts from Jake.  They all were saying how he thinks I'm fit and he wants me to text back.  I literally want to puke reading these.  It's not that Jake's ugly...it's the freaking fact he was one of Zayn's friends.  He was creepy at the football game with Zayn.  He stalks me a little bit.  You get the point!

A note is on my thigh and I remember what I doing in the first place.  Sorry Jake.  I shove my phone in my pocket and read the paper - 'in fact we are, my love.  what do you think we do tonight?  romantic dinner and a watch a film? ps who are you texting? x' 

My goal is to not show how cute I thought that note was, but I failed.  I smile obnoxiously while writing back - 'that sounds lovely.  nothing better than a date with a handsome man like you ...arn't you the romantic.   xoxo ps it's jake.  he won't stop texting me, creeper ever since ive met him' 

"We're so embarrassing.." I whisper to Harry. 

"Shut up, it's fun." He winks.  

Is it weird I'm reading all these notes with a posh accent?  Harry's next note said - 'why yes I am the romantic, darling.  anything for you. ps - what a faggot xxxxx' 

I bit on my lip hard.  Laughter...stay....inside!  Literally he goes from romantic to saying faggot, my god!  We entertain ourselves the whole class by passing our little note jokes of being girlfriend and boyfriend.  I read Harry's blue ink - 'i can't wait to kiss you' 

Before I can blush, the bell rings extremely loudly.  Maybe it's just me.  My hand is really shaky and I slip the note into my pocket.  I want to keep that.  Yes, we were joking.  But something tells me we both know everything said was completely true.  

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"Deep breath!" I order and place the box in his hand.  

Brett gives me a thumbs up, then hides the chocolates behind his back.  He looks adorable, and totally in love with Chelle.  She's going to freak.  Chocolates is her favorite.  

I sit on a couch in the girls hall.  Brett is standing by the double doors...waiting for Chelle to come in.  This is it!  They will finally go to the winter formal together!  

"Get out or else I'm telling a teacher!" A girl with dark hair snapped.  

"I'm asking someone to the dance!  Let me stay just-" 

The double doors fly open and the air seems to change.  Not in the way I expected.  Chelle's not alone, she's linking arms with Carson?  I wish I could have stopped her before she came in, so Brett didn't have to see her with him.  He drops the chocolates and runs out.  I stand up, pissed.  Brett doesn't deserve this.  They're supposed to like each other!  

"Carson get out!  It's a girls hall for a reason!" I snap.  

"Gracceee!" He whines.  

"Chelle, follow me." I tug her away.  

She gives me her regular Chelle pouty face and plops on the couch.  She eyes the chocolates on the ground and awkwardly taps her hand on her leg.  Carson and Chelle are never around eachother.  They have to be up to something.  

"Do you realize Brett was about to ask you!  He really likes you!  I thought you liked him!" Those words automatically spill. 

"C'mon Gracie!  Now Carson left!" She crosses her arms.  

"Carson....?" I ask, hoping she'll add more. 

Chelle leans in closer and whispers, "We were going to hook up." 

"Why?" I gasp.  

"Why are you surprised?"  

"Ummm, I just thought you liked Brett.  Why Carson?" 

"He's fit.  I like Brett though, no worries hun." 

"Then go talk to him!" I point to the door, "Maybe apologize.  He had everything planned to ask you." 

She is still eyeing the chocolates.  If she eats them, I will be pissed.  Chelle rolls her eyes and stomps out of the doors.  She better be going to talk to him. 

I pick up the chocolates and bring them back into our dorm.  Quickly I pull out my phone.  Ignoring all my Jake texts, I text Harry - "y is chelle hooking up with carson? -Gracie" 

"wtf?! .x -H"

I sighed.  Good, this isn't something I'm just clueless about.  She hasn't been like this in a long time.  Well, she made out with Harry.  Maybe that put her over the edge and she missed it so much.  Shit, Chelle!  Why can't she just go with Brett.  I'm not her though and can't control that.  

I have a feeling she won't be back in a while.  Who knows what will happen.  I should just head to someone elses dorm.  

When I think of going to someone elses dorm, I usually think of Eleanor's.  She has the party dorm. I'm a little afraid Louis will be in there though and you never know what they're up to.  I'm feeling Kirsten right now.  I walk past many different dorms and probably to the opposite end of the hall.  Hers is farther away than most of my friends.  That's why I don't go there a lot, you see? 

I knock and don't get a response.  I can hear music though...she probably can't hear me.  Instead I open the door myself.  

"GRACE!" She exclaims.  

"KIRSTY!" I mock back.  

She hops up to give me a hug.  I stumble back in surprise but end up chuckling.  There's tons of notebook book paper scattered everywhere.  I hope I'm not interrupting her homework...knowing how Kirsten is.  

"If you're too busy-"

"No, no!  I was just writing." She smiles.  

"Writing?" I cock my head. 

"Yes, writing is my thing." She chuckles, "I guess I never really talk about it."  

I sit on the ground and admire her neat handwriting filling lines and lines of papers.  It doesn't look like journaling to me.  It looks like a story.  Kirsten the author, eh? 

"That's really cool actually." I smile while still looking at the papers.  

"Yeah, yeah.  Do you like Hunter Hayes?" Kirsten replies.  

I shrugged, never really thought about him.  He's pretty attractive though.  Kirsten turns the music up a little and I'm assuming it's Hunter.  They sound like really sweet songs.  

"So how are you?" Kirsten asks.  

"Great, except Brett was going to ask Chelle.  And she came in with Carson.  She was going to hook up with him!" I shake my head.  

"That's Rochelle for ya." Kirsten says.  

"Hmp." I sigh.  

The word Liam catches my eye.  I look to my right and see a notebook paper that looks different.  I pick it up and smile widely.  

'Dear Liam: You are the sweetest, most charming.." 

Kirsten rips the paper away from me.  Ah-h-h...I see what's going on here.  I can't help but wiggle my eyebrows obnoxiously at her.  She starts blushing lightly and stuffs the paper away. 

"Okay, maybe I like him a lot.  He sent me a really sweet letter asking me to the formal.  I already said yes but I wanted to write one back.  Could you...help?  You get a lot of boys."  Kirsten asks.  

Me getting a lot of boys.  Still makes me laugh at how wrong people are sometimes.  

"YES!" I beam.  

We lay on the ground and let Hunter Hayes get us in a cheesy writing mood.  On accident, we started using parts of his lyrics...they're just too lovey! "I guess that all I'm tryin' to tell ya...Is a minute with you is better than two without.." 

Obviously we were writing a letter to Liam.  But I was finding myself relating to his lyrics.  Putting Harry as the guy and myself as the girl.  I was completely obsessing over this.  I listened to Hunter sing...

"I'd love to know just what you're thinkin'
Every little river, runnin' through your mind
You give and you take
You come and you go
You leave me here wonderin' if I'll ever know
How much you care or how much you don't
Whatever you need, whatever you want.." 

This literally is how I think Harry feels about me.  I never give him the clear answer he wants.  

Kirsten slowly signed her name neatly at the bottom of her letter.  I never knew Kirsten was into all this writing stuff and I was excited.  It's fun doing something different.  I actually helped with a lot of the letter.  Liam won't know that though.

"Thank you thank you...I think it's perfect!" Kirsten exclaimed while folding the letter.

"Anytime.." I smile and start humming more of the song.  

"If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak.  If you're gonna be somebody's mistake.  If you're gonna be somebody's first time, Somebody's last time, baby be mine." 

"See I got you hooked!" Kirsten laughs.  

"You got that right." 

"It's supposed to snow soon and I'm excited!" She tells me. 

Random...but amazing.  I love the snow!  So much!  My phone vibrated and 'chelleyyyy' popped up on the screen.  This better be positive.  'Where ru x"  "Kirsten's room! -Gracie" I quickly texted her back.  

In less than two minutes, she barged in the door.   She looked really winded, probably because she was just running to get here.  Kirsten and I both stared at her.  She should be the one explaining.  

"Brett and I snogged." Chelle claps her hands. 

Are you kidding me?  I am actually so lost.  

"Um...okay...are you going to the dance?  I'm just a little confused." I reply. 

"Yes, hun!  He kissed me okay!  It was lovely, damn..." Chelle beams.  

She is literally putting me in a pit of confusion.  At least Brett got the girl he wanted.  I'm going to have to figure out if this is Chelle's secret twin sister or something.  Because she's not acting the same as she was this morning.  

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Authors Note: Srry I just love Hunter.  Whats going on with Chelley?  

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