Know Who Your Friends Are

Stabby

"ugh." Mike muttered, blowing on his fingers.

"What?" Tré asked.

"I was up playing bass guitar until really early in the morning. My fingers are killing me." Mike said. Tré pulled a confused face.

"You wouldn't understand, Tré," Mike muttered.

"Oh. Do you play any instruments, Jimmy?" Tré asked him, and to everyone's suprise, Jimmy nodded.

"This is Stabby." He said, dropping a sharp knife on the table. We all blinked.

"Uh, what do you do with that thing?" Mike asked.

"Stab stuff," Jimmy replied.

"Not humans though, right?" Billie asked. Jimmy shook his head.

"More animals than humans." He explained. Mike shifted away from Jimmy, closer to Billie.

"What animals?" Tré asked.

"I live near this pond, which has ducks in it-" Jimmy was cut off by Tré.

"You kill ducks?!" Tré exclaimed. Jimmy nodded and Tré pouted.

The hell went for the next class, so Mike, Jimmy and Billie all went to Geography and Tré went to his English class.

When they sat down in their seats, the teacher announced that they would be working in the pairs they were in for a history project. Billie and Mike grinned at each other. Because they were sitting next to each other, which would be fun.

Until...

"Jimmy, you can go sit with Billie and Mike." The teacher said. Billie sighed and Mike groaned. Jimmy walked over and dropped his stuff onto the table, sitting down. Billie lay his left hand on the table, starting to write with his right hand. Mike slouched in his seat, stretching. Mike looked up and saw Jimmy looking for something, like a pen in his pockets. Mike thought nothing of it and put his fingertips to his temples. He was getting a killer headache. Suddenly he heard a loud crack noise and looked up.

Jimmy had his knife.

And it was in Billie's hand. Mike felt his stomach do a slow roll. Why wasn't Billie in pain? Mike hated blood so this couldn't be good. He watched as Billie swiftly moved his hand.

Oh. Jimmy hadn't actually stabbed Billie's hand, just the table that was between his fingers. It was centimetres away from Billie's hand.

"The fuck was that for?" Billie asked, holding his hand protectively. Jimmy shrugged.

"Dunno. Felt like it." Jimmy said, and with that, he had left.