Perfect Illness || lookism x reader

56. Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

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She was in front of the restaurant within minutes, and normally would have been heaving hard, but the chemical was helping her, sending buzzing energy throughout her body. She stepped into the restaurant cool and composed.

Nothing could have compared her for the massive kick in the gut that seeing Johan made happen. Suddenly every cell in her body, every drop of her blood was reaching out, craving, screaming for him.

She controlled herself, but it felt as though every slow step forward was resisting a tug.

The first thing she noticed was that he was wearing the gloves she gave him (somewhere in the rebirth arc).

Olly waved her over. "Hi sis!"

"Don't call me that, hoe."

Olly's smile faltered from which she took a small delight.

The only indication that Johan was acknowledging her presence was his lips pressed harder together as he ate slower. YN only noticed because of how long she had studied his face in the past. But any unease was probably because of the snake Jin Jang, who had dropped his cigarette, a look of shock on his face at her presence.

She sat next to Jerry, the only person she didn't despise at the table. Unfortunately, that meant Olly was on her left-hand side.

"Hello boys," she said finally. "The party can start, now that I've arrived."

She crossed her legs and put her hands primly on her knees, trying to convey her superiority. She tried to ignore the fact that her once preppy blouse was splattered in blood and her legs were covered in goosebumps because it was fucking cold in her pale pink skirt, and the stockings did little to warm her up.

"You look different!" started Olly, referring to her far-more-colorful than usual outfit.

"You do too," responded YN. He had gotten dreads, taller and stronger, and a capital H on his forehead, but he still had his all-too-familiar look of insanity. But YN couldn't let that phase her. "I got your message."

"Huh the texts?"

"No, the post in which you were trying to sell my spit."

Johan set his dish down a little harder than necessary, but no one seemed to notice so YN decided she was deluding herself.

Olly clapped with delight. "Oh! Smart wasn't it! I knew you would get it, we were always so similar, YN."

"But I'm his sister and you're not."

His eyes narrowed.

"You could only get this far because I deigned to spend time with you. How does it feel being but a copy of a sixteen-year-old girl? You've tried so hard to be Eli's second, but all you can do is be me. Well, try at least, you're not doing a very good job."

"Has Eli been whispering in your ear? You know me YN, we spent time together. We were outsiders together. Neither of us belonged to Hostel. Eli liked you less than he liked Heather, that snake bitch! You know that Eli treated us unfairly."

"Don't mention Heather unless you want me to cut out your tongue. All I know that you're a fucking pyscho–"

"Darius Hong saw to that." (idc i feel so bad for olly because of this...)

"-and I know that desperate men are stupid men."

Olly sneered at her all-too-familiar quote. "All this time together and you too just cast me aside?"