The metallic scent of blood burned my nostrils. For a long time I just stood there, frozen.
Jia who was hyperventilating beside me, grabbed my wrist. "Hailey, that's an actual hand. What the f**k?" She muttered as tears streamed down her cheeks.
I snapped back to reality right as I heard those words from her. Before I could think I shut the door to my locker before wrapping my arms around Jia.
Rushed footsteps closed in on the locker room and Jia's body went rigid with fear.
Oliver came rushing into the room. "Hailey?" He called before pulling me away from Jia. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"Don't touch me," I snapped before pulling back from.
"Oliver, what are you doing here?" Jia carefully questioned in fear. She slowly started backing away from him until she stood beside me.
