Eight

Jet doesn't move a muscle. A crowd is beginning to form around us. The classroom doors are all shut. It's a usual drill for teachers when fights start in the halls. They usually end with someone dying and the teachers know better than to get in between us if they don't meet the ranks. Especially when my breed is present. Jay and Leelie had accidentally killed several teachers in their fits.

"He makes you weak you know that? That's what you are. A weak-ass little girl who needs to be told what to do," she mocks. 

"You think so?" I smile. 

"Ms. Parker we should go." Jet says timidly.  

"Shut the fuck up, Gay," she growls. He glances at me and steps back raising his hands in surrender. He's going to let me kill her.

"What do you think is going to happen? You can't beat me," she pulls out a huge hunting knife from inside her jacket.

I step back staring at it. Who brings something like that to school? Who carries a knife like