15: I smell Death

HAYDON

Luke, Brian, Christopher, Boris and Francis stood in my living room with shock all over their faces.

"Who is she and what has she done with our Haydon," green-eyed brunette, Luke asked as he came closer toward the black couch that I was sitting on. He had a strange look on his face, resembling a mixture of constipation and squinting.

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked. Christopher made his way closer to me and sat beside me, his black, wavy hair bouncing as he sat down. He flicked his blue eyes toward me. Then inspected me very, very closely. So closely, that his face was literally in my face.

"What are you doing? Ever heard of a thing called personal space?" I said, mocking Katerina slightly as I remembered when she had said the same thing to me.