It didn't happen

The note

As we pulled into school, I started thinking about all the things I would say to him. I could make him explain, or I could yell at him for not texting, or calling, or showing up on Thursday night, or I could let the worried side take over. I finally decided on telling him how worried I was, then I would punch him for scarring me, then I'd make him explain. I jumped out of the car and slammed the car door. I stomped down the hall and marched right past my locker to Bret's. I did his locker combination easily and glared inside. Nothing. NOTHING! Furiously I slammed his locker closed not caring how much noise it made. As I walked around the corner, I was body slammed by Mark. In one fluent motion, I swiftly punched him in the gut while kneeing him in the balls at the same time. As I stormed past he he shouted "ANGRY b**** ON THE LOSE! EVERYBODY RUN!!!!" I turned around and glared at him and the smile on his face and laughing eyes, quickly changed to wide scared eyes and a slightly open mouth.
The day went on and on and slowly I started to get a grip on myself. School didn't seem so exciting, even LUNCH was boring; and the boys had engaged in fork to fork combat while Marissa tried to make jokes to keep me from thinking about Bret.

-------skip a week to next Friday-----

(Friday morning)

It had become a part of my mornings to walk to Bret's locker and make sure everything was were I'd left it. Everyday id walk down there, and everyday I was disappointed. But this morning was different....... As I opened his locker a little piece of black paper fell out. Quickly I snatched the paper out of mid air and unfolded it. The note read in silver metallic sharpie; "I know where your precious boyfriend is, I'll text you when I feel like it.
Have a great day!"