C15 Fifteen

Zoey's POV

As if unfolding the piece of paper in my hands will unleash some sort of evil witchcraft that might attack me, I undo the sheet slowly, with very much skepticism and premonition.

"Zoey! Is your wrist still hurting?"

Before I could get a good glimpse of the contents on the paper, Chris interrupted.

I spun around. His eyes are staring back at me deadly, seemingly with care