The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 8, Continued

I sat in history class, awaiting the daily phone call I got from Oliver. I still didn't know why he did it, we didn't talk about anything of consequence and we could have easily talked after school while I was at Nada's house. The phone rang and I raised my hand. Without looking up, the teacher waved me out. I couldn't imagine how inconvenient it must be for him to have every class interrupted by my phone calls.

As suspected, the phone call was useless. I half thought that he only called to make sure I was still alive. Slipping my phone back in my back pocket, I turned and ran straight into someone. Backing up, I brushed hair out of my face and looked at the kid. "Excuse you." I scoffed as I took in his features. Plain looking with a buzz cut that made his forehead look like a seven head and paler than pale skin making his gray eyes seem not so bland. He didn't move or say anything so instinct told me to back up another step, only to run into another kid. A girl that looked like the female version of the boy in front of me. "What is this?" I asked, looking from the girl to the boy and back again. Still not speaking, the two both took a step towards me, closing the already small distance between them. I stepped forward to avoid being blocked in and found myself face to face with yet another identical girl who backed me into the wall. The girl in front of me brandished a chef's knife. I mean really, a chef's knife? She could do better than that.
"Is this an enemies to lovers thing?" I asked, "Because I feel like I should let you know that I like guys."
"Shut up." The boy growled, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Get on with it then." I was officially bored.
"You don't have to tell me twice." The one with the knife said. Then, she stabbed me in the stomach. I’m gonna be honest, I’ve neer been stabbed like this before, and it hurts a whole Hell of a lot. I stumbled back against the wall and looked down at the handle of the knife.
"Are-" I started, banging my head on the wall in annoyance at the pain I felt, "Are you gonna be wanting this back? Or can I keep it?"
"Actually, it's a favorite of mine." The girl said, pulling the knife out and wiping the blood on my shirt, nicking me in the process. My breath caught in my throat as I pressed my hand on the gaping hole in the middle of my stomach to try and stop the bleeding. I decided to play along like I was dying and slid down the wall to a slumped sitting position. Evidently satisfied, the three turned down the hall and left me to die. Jokes on you jerks.