Five
The girl before me turned back, looking up at me with a huge smile splitting her pretty face. She didn't say anything until her friend caught up with her, a frown on his face. I shifted my suspicious gaze from the girl to look at her companion.
He was tall – probably taller than Fang, though he had the same look about him – closed off, bottled up. His face was smooth with a pale complexion, and his eyes were a golden hazel, looking down at me curiously.
He towered over the girl, the top of her spiked hair just making it to his shoulder, which was covered by his own chestnut-gold hair. He was dressed in brown and green army-type cloths with black boots. His jacket was large and baggy.
"You sure?" He was frowning at me, eyes narrowed, but talking as if I wasn't there at all. It was really irritating.
"Yup," the girl chirped, shoving her square of paper at him. "See?"
The girl was dressed in a full length dress, dark emerald with black stitched patterns around the hem. It was designed so that the skirt could be removed, though I'm not sure why I noticed that.
The boy looked across at me, having glanced at the item in his hands. "You're Max?" He asked, almost suspicious.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "Who's asking?"
"Max?" The girl laughed softly, and I sent a look of daggers across my shoulder at Fang, who was frowning at the two before me as he led the flock over.
Stupid, idiot teenage boys!