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"Hello there. Knife" My worst nightmare was here, right in front of my face. Satan himself. His smirk even pushed me forward to just throw a head to his, and watch his nose bleed or something.
My voice was low."The hell are you doing here"
"Same as you, sweetheart" he kept on smirking. "You see, it's not that hard recognizing you. The same large leather jacket. Worn, grey jeans, and worn old black t-shirt. I mean come on, you see someone not so ordinary, how is it possible to not recognize you" he then out of a sudden made his annoying laugh. He said 'ordinery' a bit different than the other words he said. My knockles where white from holding it in a fist
"Are you.. you know, the same old Knife? Don't tell me you turned into these cheerleading, hot chicks, i mean. You still have your knives with you rigjt?"
"Yes, and i'm not afraid to use it if you don't fuck off" i kept my voice low.
"Woah there. You need me unless you don't want them to know who you are and what you've done to your sister!" That's when it hit me. He could threaten me with anything else, but not my sister. No i'm not stupid enough to tell him the truth, but the drugs was. I'm not someone that takes those stuff but once in a while, you fuck things up.
"You don't fucking dare!"
"You're the one who took of. Saying nothing. Thinking you can get rid of me?" A moment of pausing, he said his final words before taking of.
"Yeah, watch me.. Knife" he winked and walked the other direction. I let out a heavy breath, and closed my eyes to calm down. "God dammit"
"God dammit!" i said much louder and hit one of the lockers with my fist. Right now, i didn't even know what kind of darkness it was inside me, nor what i'd end up doing. I walked towards the classroom, and entered. A lot of faces was watching. I tried to not mind any of them.
"Good you're here Ms..."
"Y/N"
"Ah, yes, Ms. Y/N. I assume you had problems finding the classroom- how about you introduce yourself to the class?" So i did as he told me. I stood in front of the class, and my eyes met someone's. The same jock from earlier. Before that shit showed himself. He gave me a smile that made me feel warm inside. Like.. tingly. Instead of smiling back, i focused my look anywhere else. Again.
"I'm Y/N... yeah. hi"
"Impressive. Take your seat"
i started to walk towards an empty seat, and noticed some boys laughing. I stopped in front of them and raised my eyebrows, eyes dead serious, waiting for them to continue, which they didn't. I started walking towards the seat, keeping my head low, smirking to myself. Mostly because of how those boys were just showing themselves, not thinking about what could happen. Before sitting down, my eyes locks with that jock. He shot me the same exact smile from the first time i saw him. I felt the same warmth inside me. I felt myself smiling of it. Like i was an ordinery girl, living a normal life. I got a text message, which the teacher told me to put away. I kept my phone under the desk and there on the screen, the name of the person who sent it. 'Satan himself'
Satan himself: Don't forget about Katie, Knife. Your life is rapped around my fingers. One wrong move, and everyone will know
