𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

12

~ colby's pov ~

4:47 p.m.

I sat in the kitchen, people surrounding me. Brennen stood beside me, talking to someone I didn't know. I still didn't know why Elton was here. He doesn't live here. He isn't welcome, not be me at least.

I watched as he and Corey chatted, laughing. I started staring, so Brennen shook me.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, standing up.

I walked out of the kitchen, noticing a slab of fiber-board covering the doorway to upstairs.

"They put it there so no one could go mess with your stuff." Brennen said, coming up behind me again.

I nodded, just wanting to go upstairs and sleep till Alyssa got here.

"Hey, did you invite Alyssa?" I heard Jake say, patting my shoulder.

"Yeah, actually. She's coming around nine." I said, suspicious.

Jake didn't have a girlfriend at the time, but he wasn't going to steal mine.

"She said her sister couldn't come. She leaving for college tomorrow." I added, walking away.

I decided to get a bit more dressed up. I was wearing sweatpants and an old tee shirt. I found Corey, asking him to get the board off of the doorway.

"Yeah, it's just leaning there. You can get it off right?" He said, talking to some other group of people.

I turned away from him, and lifted the board off the doorway, going up to my bedroom.

I grabbed some ripped, black skinny jeans, and a Take Chances hoodie, threw them on, and walked into my bathroom, such I shared with Jake.

I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at a sudden pimple that popped up.

Nice one.

I heard someone call from downstairs; "Colby!"

"Coming." I said, making no effort to shout.

I walked down the stairs, noticing the board was gone. There stood Scotty, waiting for me.

"Hey, Corey tells us you've finally got a girlfriend." He swung his arm around my shoulders bringing me into the living room.

"Not yet. I just met her like, yesterday." I said, getting angry.

I could see Corey, Sam, Jake, and others sitting on the couch, looking at me.

"Scotty, get off." I told him, trying to escape his grasp.

"Tryin to get away are ya?" He said, smirking.

Suddenly, I felt a a cold substance hitting the back of my head. Then I heard an all too familiar laugh.

Elton.

I stood there, dripping, soaked in water.

"Fucking assholes!" I said, spraying people with my wet hair.

I felt a burning sensation coming from the back of my throat, trying to ignore it, trying to conceal my anger.

I could feel my eyes pulsing, my body was vibrating. I stared at Elton. He looked scared.

That's what I was going for.

He suddenly held his chest, and collapsed. Scotty and a few others ran to him, saying "Are you okay?" and "You need your inhaler?"