Bittersweet taste of William Beckett on your lips

End of the day, I open my locker, switch over my books, put on my jacket, plug one earphone in and close my locker door and for the first time in months, he’s there.

“Hey you.” He smiles at me; he has a mischievous look to him.

“Hello Beckett, hey I’m sorry about today Mike is a little-“he cuts in before I can finish.

“Don’t worry, Mike is Mike, not much we can do about it. But you, you will be keeping tomorrow night open. I will take you from school tomorrow, pack pyjamas and clothes, you are not going to school Wednesday and before you object your aunt and uncle both know what is going, don’t bother asking them they won’t tell you. Ok, bye” he speaks very quickly, he kisses my cheek and walks away. I pull out my cell phone quickly.

“Danielle? What is going on?” I hear giggles on the other side.

“Just you wait, and don’t you worry your pretty little head, everything will be just fine.”