THAT can’t be good.
Whatever.

I turned back around, and a few moments later, i felt a cool bony hand slipping something pointy down the back of my shirt. It stung and I could feel it cutting me. Not severely, but it hurt. It was a paper cut, no question, but a mean one.

I whipped around and glared at him. He smiled and tapped his cut before lifting the science book and pretending to be interested.

I shook the back of my shirt and an oragami death star fell out. Why did Ken teach the other guys this stuff?!

I dropped it onto my desk and looked up at the front of the room. The nunja was finishing her lesson, and writing up a long list of homework assignments. GREAT .

I opened the oragami note and in Nick’s hanwriting, it only said 3 words.

‘does it hurt?’