I looked around, standing awkwardly in the middle while everyone watched me. Probably trying to asses if I was a threat or not.
The shorter blond girl was shoved forwards by the taller black-haired one, "Um." Her cheeks reddened and then she smiled. "I'm Liz." She held out her hand but I didn't shake it, I just stood there and watched them, trying to asses if they were going to be a threat to me. "Ok." She said and she backed up.
The boy who had hugged me pulled me towards a sofa and motioned for me to sit down, everyone else followed us. "I'm Grant." He said and he smiled. "This is Macey," he gestured to the sour faced girl with black hair that looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine. "Liz," he pointed to the petite blond, "And Bex." The strong girl smirked – it looked like a 'if you step one toe out of line I will personally torture you and be happy about it.' "You've already met Zach."
"Yeah." Was the first thing I said, I didn't want to be nice to these people. I wanted to go home, back to my normal life, back to my parents and back to my life. This was not what I wanted, I was really grateful that they saved me, but it's hard enough being a teenager – let alone being a teenager in protective custody. "I'm sorry about this." I said and then I stood up.
"About what?" asked the girl called Bex.
I looked at all of them and took a step to the door, "About making you have to save me, but I should go. Say thanks to Zach for me." I said as I reached the door. I twisted the knob but before I could take a step out of the door someone grabbed my waist and pulled me back into the room.
"Oh no you don't." Grant said and he dumped me back on the floor. "You are going to stay here, as long as those people want to kill you." He smirked when he saw that I was scowling.
"It will be better for all of you if I just leave." I said and I took another step to the door.
"NO!" Bex growled and I took a step back from her clenched fists. "And I will tie you to a bed if I have to."
"Fine." I said and the all relaxed slightly, but not completely. They were still on the lookout and I just walked back to the sofa and threw myself in to it.
The next few days passed quickly. Zach, Macey, Bex, and – the other two guys – Nick and Jonas avoided me completely. Whenever Zach saw me he just turned and walked away. He wouldn't come out of his room when I was in the living room and he would eat on his own.
As far as I could tell he was avoiding everyone, or avoiding me meant that he had to avoid every one. "Come on man." I heard Jonas call and I saw his mop of black hair walk around the corner.
"I don't even want to look at her." I heard Zach say and I was about to yell 'hurtful' but then I realised that it was probably not a good idea.
"It was your fault." Nick commented and then he sighed.
Grant added, "That's why you don't want to see her." A minute later, as if it had just hit him – he was not the smartest guy.
I heard a door slam and then the tree boys walked in to the living room alone. "Can you go and talk to him, we are sick of him acting like this." Nick looked at me and I shook my head.
"He really doesn't like me." I put a huge emphasis on the sentence. They all raised their eyebrows and I gave in. "Fine!" I sighed and got up. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. "Zach?" I asked and then I looked around trying to find him. "Zach?" I called again and he stepped out of his en-suite bathroom and scowled.
"What?" he spat at me and I backed towards the door. My back slamming in to the wall, as I finally looked in to his eyes. What I saw there scared me. It was like he had pulled all the hatred from people and threw it at me.
They say that your eyes are the window to your soul and what I saw there I defiantly did not like. "N-n-nothing." I stammered and then backed out of the room. What was I supposed to do? I walked to my room and slammed the door, locking it after myself. I slumped down on my bed and cried. What was I doing here? I didn't belong here, in a house where all the inhabitants hate me. There was a crash – that sounded suspiciously like breaking china – and then a lot of yelling. I plugged my ears and tried to drown it out.
Why was this happening?
Sorry for the wait, but I had so much homework to do. This is sort of a filler and I will update as soon as possible :)