ForeSHADOWing

I waved Arthur away before my blood-pressure rose again. "Whatever. I'm just telling you to be careful. Keep driving like you own the road and you'll get into trouble sooner or later."

His jaw dropped. "Don't jinx me! Take it back. Knock on wood. That black tongue of yours is frightening."

I knocked on my desk with a shake of my head. "Happy?"

"That's plastic!" He complained and sprinted toward the teacher's desk then tapped his knuckles on it.

I shook my head in disbelief. "Geez, Art. You're unbelievably superstitious for someone who plans to go to Med School."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with being cautious." Craige defended him with a chuckle.

"His driving is what he should be worried about. Not my words."

Arthur paced back to us and bared his teeth with annoyance. "Your dark and ominous tongue is a lot scarier than any road hazards."

"Are you two fighting again this early in the morning?"