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more chills down my spine, and my heartbeat was audible a mile away. Evan ran out to join me. “Where did she go? Did she get away?”
     
    Did she? “I doubt it,” I said. “She knows there’s no turning back now. She’ll get captured if she doesn’t finish the job right away.”
     
    “Right. Well, I have security coming. We just need to be patient and keep our guard up.”
     
    I scouted the area, my eyes settling on places where Sally could hide. On one hand, I wanted to stay put until security arrived. On the other, they always took their sweet time, and she could strike at any moment.
     
    Evan took a few steps forward, standing in front of the bushes. There was rustling in one of the shrubs, but before Evan could investigate, a squirrel jumped out. Evan then passed by a few of the trees. An owl hooted, but other than that, the tree seemed lifeless. He walked towards a few benches that were in a circle. In the center was a fountain. Evan sat down, and I followed. Then, something happened that made me scream.
     
    From the fountain, Sally emerged, another knife in her hand. She grabbed Evan by the back and put the knife to his neck.
     
    “What are you doing?” I shouted. From here, Sally looked less like a naughty schoolgirl and more like Swamp Thing.
     
    “You made me do this!” she shouted, pressing the knife to Evan’s neck. Evan gritted his teeth and tried throwing Sally off, but she had a strong grip for her size.
     
    “Just calm down!” I told her. She shook her head.
     
    “Calm down? I lost my purity to this man. Soon, everyone will know. My dad will shun me, and I’ll have nothing. My life is ruined thanks to you being a homewrecker!”
     
    I guess this is what happened when a woman who is sheltered all her life goes into the outside world.
     
    “Can we talk this out?”
     
    “No! Take one step closer, and he gets it!”
     
    Geez. I guess Sally watched an action movie one time and thought she could reenact it. However, I took no steps. My hands felt my pockets, and then I noticed something in there.
     
    It was the wooden football Evan signed for me.
     
    After I got home from the game, I practically forgot to take out the football in my pants. I even left it in when I washed my clothes. Thankfully, the football stayed right there. It was small, but if I threw it right…
     
    I pulled it out. Sally gave me a curious glance before grabbing hold of Evan.
     
    “What’s that?”
     
    “Something for you to catch,” I said.
     
    My mamma told me that sometimes, you have to let throw everything to the wind and let fate guide it. I thought that was a silly belief for the longest time, but now, I was about to test it out. I threw the wooden football as hard as I could. To my surprise it soared like a bullet towards Sally.
     
    Sally tried holding the knife to dodge, but the football smacked her straight in the forehead. Once again, her eyes went white and she collapsed in the fountain, the knife dropping to the ground. Evan stood up, panting.
     
    “Never thought I’d be saved like that,” he said. He was giving me a stoic look, and I had to smile. The smile contagiously spread to him, and he ended up laughing, We grabbed Sally, put her against the side of the fountain, and then we soon saw security rushing towards the dorm. We called out to them.
     
    Two officers, both looking greener than a frog in swamp water, ran to us, brandishing guns.
     
    “What’s going on?” one asked. “Are you the one who called?”
    We explained the situation, and both of them gasped. They took Sally’s unconscious body, cuffed it, and then she stirred. As she did, she immediately stood up. It was like she wasn’t even injured.
     
    “I’ll kill you!” she shouted to the two. Then, she saw the officers. “I’m sorry,” was all she said. Looks like she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
     
    The usual questioning happened after that. We explained the story to the officers, who recognized Evan