Betrayal

Chapter 13

"This morning we will be throwing knifes." Tobias says twirling a knife in between his index and middle finger. I assume Eric is having a hell of a hangover, since he has shown up yet. "To throw them is rather simple, it's all in the wrists. Let's get started."

I walk to the table that has the knifes. I've been trying to avoid Al and Peter, but am failing miserably.

"Evie, what happened last night?" Al asks for the third time today.

"I came here punched a bunch of stuff, talked to Four, and now I feel better." I respond trying to avoid the topic of Eric.

"Right, well I'm glad you feel better."

"Thanks." I then walk over to a target and try to get a comfortable hold on the knife. After trying multiple different holds with my right hand, I move the knife to my left hand. I fiddle with the knife until I find a comfortable hold.

"You're a lefty?" Peter asks surprised.

"It's weird I'm not a lefty in anything else, other than writing." I respond. I throw my first knife nailing the target. Second, third, and fourth hitting the target in different spots.

Tobias was right, this is the easiest thing we've done.

"Evelyn, come help Al, since you've figured it out already." Tobias says calling me over to where him and Al are standing. I glare at him for using my first name, but turn to Al with a smile.

"Al, you don't even know how to hold the knife." I smirk up at him seeing him struggle. He smiles at me, sensing my sarcasm.

"Yeah," He says looking down and rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's fine," I grab his hand, "Here, try holding it like this." I adjust the knife in his hand so he's holding it properly. "Now just flick your wrist, like this." I guide his hand with mine and he throws it nailing the target. "Hell yeah." I say smacking him on the back.

He looks down at me smiling. I return the smile and notice he keeps looking at my lips. I quickly look around the room for signs of Eric. There are none, so I turn back stand on my tiptoes and peck his lips.

"That's for getting it on your first try." I whisper, "And this," I peck his lips with force, "Is for caring about me."