Elizabeth, nervous about trying to return the book without anyone noticing, ended up not returning it until the lunch break. She left the cafeteria where she'd eaten quickly at a table with Kitty, Kurt, Scott, Jean, and the others. She had to stand up on her toes a bit to slide the notebook onto the top of the locker. She left a corner of it sticking out, hoping he would notice it before someone else did.

"What the hell are you doing?" his high voice sounded as he landed just behind her. Elizabeth jumped and gasped, losing what must have been ten years of her life. When she met his yellow brown eyes she thought he looked like he was ready to brawl, though he was crouched in his usual stance. His eyes lit on the notebook above her head and he leapt into the lockers to grab it.

"Where did you get this?" his tone was angry. Elizabeth forced herself to speak, putting her hand to her chest protectively as she looked up at him.

"I was returning your notebook. I saw you throw it away. When I saw what was in it I thought you'd want it back, after you'd had a chance to think about it," Elizabeth's rapid heartrate was getting back down to normal as she spoke.

"You shouldn't be looking through other people's stuff," he grumbled, "I oughtta take your stuff and see how you like it." The look he gave her made her think that she was considering doing just that.

"I'm sorry," she told him, "I just wanted to help. I'll see you around, I guess." Elizabeth turned, spine rigidly straight, and walked slowly away from him toward her next class. He didn't follow her or say anything to her for the rest of the day so she figured it was over and done with.