Sway by M.F. Lorson

Author:M.F. Lorson [Lorson, M.F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I dreamt about the ferry. A boy stood at the bow of the boat, his back to me. I knew the shape of him. It was ingrained in my memory. Even in the hazy confusion of a dream, there was no mistaking Christopher.

I tried to go to him, but the closer I got, the longer the deck seemed to grow. And when I finally did reach him, the blaring of the ferry horn stole the words from his lips.

Only it wasn't a horn at all. It was my alarm buzzing its way off my nightstand and onto the floor. Despite a full night’s rest, I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. Grumbling to myself, I moved around the room like a toddler who had missed their naptime. I may or may not have walked bleary-eyed into a wall.

“Kissing really takes it out of you, eh?” asked Rachel, who was sitting in front of her vanity, applying a perfect cat eye. My mouth curved into a smile as I ran a comb through the tangled mess on my head.

That kiss was just what I needed to remind me that our summer together was so much more than a fling. Even if Christopher didn't want to admit it, not even sleep deprivation could take away that feeling.

By Senior Leadership though, I was struggling to keep my eyes open. When Mr. Croft announced that our next assignment was to create posters for the first winter term assembly, I crossed my fingers and hoped that Christopher would be assigned as my partner. Instead, I had to swallow a groan as he read off the names, Will Brooke and Anne Bennet.

Will smirked at Christopher on his way over to my desk. He probably thought he was making Christopher jealous. He loved getting under people's skin that way.

I stole a glance at Christopher, wanting to see his reaction. Was it my imagination or was his face just a little redder than usual?

Maybe it did bother him that we were partners. Maybe it bothered him that we were partners as much as it bothered me that Lydia was currently standing with her arm looped through his. Since when had they gotten all touchy-feely?

The two of them stood in front of the craft closet trying to decide what color poster board to go with while Mr. Croft droned on and on about how important school spirit was. Part of being a leader is having pride in your organization, blah, blah, etc. etc. He was really laying it on thick today.

I turned to Will and asked if he had any suggestions for our project. Usually, I liked this sort of thing, but my brain was still too fuzzy from lack of sleep to generate any good ideas. Predictably, Will wanted to do a poster in support of the lacrosse team. Even more predictably, he wanted the design to be a cut-out of a jersey with the captain’s number on the back.

“Don’t you mean captains?” I asked. “As

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