NORM

The next day I collect the books out of my locker. It feels weird to be back at school, considering everything that happened in the last few days. My shoulder felt almost normal and my ribs were merely a dull ache. The reason for that was leaning against the locker next to mine. His hand firmly placed in my back jean pocket.

"Hurry up," Will wines, pouting his plump lips at me. I try my best not to think about those same lips... pressed against me.

"I am," I say mentally shaking my head, the image out of it, and slamming my locker door shut. He immediately takes my books from me, and my bag. And gives me this lopsided smile that tells me he knows exaclty where my mind went.

"You know I am capable of carrying my own things."

"Doesn't mean you should," he says, putting an arm around my shoulder and pressing his lips to my temple. We walk that way into the classroom, Will pulls a table closer to his for me too sit in. I raise my eyebrows at him, a ghost of a