I'd gone to stay at my friend, Garnet's house, She's one of those rich kids. Loved by all so they can take her money. It's ridiculous. Garnet is a lovely girl. We'd been studying."Hey Hazel, wanna come to a party I'm throwing next weekend?" Garnet said. "Um sure." I replied. "What are you going to tell Luke?" She asked. "I'll just say we're studying." I replied.
Luke had come to pick me up since Allison couldn't drive and she didn't plan on getting a drivers licence. "So what have you done all weekend? Got drunk and kissed boys?" He asked. "Um. I've been studying all weekend. Me kissing a boy? In your dreams." I replied. "What are you gay or something?" He asked. "Yes actually." I said. "Sure, darling." He chuckled. I shook my head, "Ask Garnet.", I glared at him. "I'm pretty sure we both don't want me to do that." He answered.
We spent the rest of the journey in silence. When we got back home I'd placed my backpack on one of the armchairs. "Where's Allison?" I spoke. "She's gone to Spain for a month.", he smiled, "So it's just me and you.". "Great." I sigh. He sat down on one of the armchairs over the other side of the room. "Next weekend on Saturday we're going out for dinner." He said. "I can't,", I sat on the arm of the sofa, "I'm going to Garnet's to study, Luke."
He seemed unhappy. I need to be away from this dude as much as possible. It's like he has a compulsive disorder over me. He gets obsessive. Can't let said person out of his sight. That unhappiness that was displayed on his face looked as if it turned into anger. Suddenly he was up and away into the dining room. I got up and followed him in. He was nowhere to be seen. The only way out of the dining room was the back door and the door I just walked in from.
My sketch books were laid out on the dining room table on pacific pages. I'd walked over to the table. They were open on the strongest things I'd killed. Demons. There were six sketch books on that table. Five filled. One half full. I'd thought six demons in my three years of killing the dead. I'm not a fucking ghostbuster. I felt a presence behind me. Luke. I saw him in the corner of my eye. He was leaning against the door frame. Déjà vu, I guess.
I felt like he was looking me up and down. I turned around to face him with caution. "Nice doodles Hazel-Grace." He said. He walked over and placed himself next to me, looking over my sketch books.
"What's with you? Ever since you set foot in this house you've acted like a creep! You had my sketch book the other day! I didn't show you where they were! Now you have them today!?", I turned him round to face me, "Have you been in my room whilst I haven't been home!? Have you been in my room whilst I was sleeping!?" I yelled. I didn't give him time to answer, I'd gathered up my sketch books, ran out of the room, up the stairs and locked myself in my room. "Hazel-Grace Jones get back here!", I heard him call.
Something in my room looked out of place. I looked at my desk. The dumb bustard's left the drawer open! I'd shoved my sketch books into the drawer, slammed it shut and locked it. I sighed, plonking myself down on the edge of my bed. The silence was ruined by my phone going off. It was ringing. It's Daisy.
I'd picked up my phone and answered. "What's up Bristol?" I greeted him. "I heard you're going to the same college as me." He said. "Do you mean you guessed or read Allison's mind?" I replied. "The second one. Want me to put your name down for the acapella group I'm joining?" He asked. "Sure go ahead. Now why'd you call me? You never call me for something as pointless as that Daisy." I insisted. "I don't know why Hazel-Grace but I sense an evil presence has attached itself to you. It's living off of you. It has an ability of a shapeshifter. But, it's not a shapeshifter." He spoke as if he was scared for me. "Well. We'll talk more when we see each other again-", There was a knock on my bedroom door, "I have to go Bristol, Cya." I spoke. Daisy put the phone down without saying goodbye. That made me thin something was up. Bristol always says goodbye.
