started: June 22
Irene Park, a stunningly beautiful girl, transfers to J high with her twin brother, Daniel. As they move, Daniel turns out to have a new body, forcing the twins to adjust to their new life with an unexpected new body. Irene ma...
The final bell rings, and Mira approaches my desk just as I'm finishing up. My English Language journals and Statistics for Psychology books are scattered across the table, and I stuff them into my bag with a sluggish yawn. I feel like a hollow shell, dragging myself through the motions, but I can only hope I'll find a second wind before Mom's party tonight. There's still so much to do—Gun made sure to remind me we've got a few hours to get everything ready before she arrives. At least he's letting me bring Mira along to help. He said he'd been working all day, even staying up after he dropped me off last night. Sometimes I wonder what "working" really means for him. Being a bodyguard for a CEO's daughter doesn't seem like it would demand so much of him, but then again, there's something he's not telling me. I can feel it.
"Your mom is so sweet. And Jules too," Mira says, falling into step beside me as I sling my backpack over my shoulders. Her smile is contagious, and I manage a small one in return as we weave our way through the desks. I'm relieved I won't have to lie to my brother tonight, considering he's off at some modeling gig and won't be around.
"Yeah, I just hope they like the party. It's gonna be small, but... I don't know, I'm nervous about Mom meeting Gun," I admit, my eyes drifting down to the polished wood floor beneath my feet. There's a knot of anxiety twisting in my stomach that I can't seem to shake.
"Have you finally put a label on it?" Mira teases, her voice light, but there's a knowing look in her eyes. I shake my head, feeling my cheeks flush.
"No, not really. I kind of brought it up last night, but he didn't give me a straight answer. I wouldn't call him a crush anymore, but we're not exactly *together* either," I sigh, the familiar ache of uncertainty curling in my chest.
Mira loops her arm through mine, sensing the shift in my mood. We hop down the stairs as students rush by, their conversations buzzing around us like a swarm of bees.
"Hey, it's okay. He's meeting your mom, right? He's spending money on stuff for her, for you. From what you've told me, there's a lot more going on between you two than just labels. Tonight's supposed to be fun, so let yourself enjoy it," she says with a bright, cheerful energy that eases the tension inside me.
