I hated the fact that they were all staring at me, like what the fuck was that? Their eyes were heavy, filled with a silent accusation that made my skin crawl. It was like they were looking at a monster instead of a person.
Before I could say a word, Malo suggested we should head back to the club before something creepier started. His voice was shaking, and he kept glancing at the dark woods surrounding the road like he expected a ghost to jump out. With no questions asked, we all left the scene, moving fast. We left the bike on the road right there, its metal frame looking lonely and strange in the middle of the empty street.
"Okay, why the fuck did you guys give me that kind of look?" I said the moment we all stepped inside the club.
