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...
I stared outside, watching women in beautiful costumes flutter down the streets like they owned the night. Half the men we passed were shirtless, and the women wore latex and sequins, their outfits shimmering in an array of vibrant colors under the streetlights. I couldn't help but admire them, pointing out the ones I recognized to Gun.
He drove slowly, cautious not to hit anyone darting across the street, but it didn't stop the catcalls and stares that followed us. A few women even knocked boldly on his tinted window.
I couldn't blame them. A sleek car with a handsome silhouette behind the wheel? That kind of combination turned heads. I could only imagine what it looked like to them—Gun, mysterious and unattainable, just another man on the prowl for the night. They didn't know who he was. They didn't know who I was.
I tried to think back to my first impression of him, but nothing came to mind. Well, maybe because my first memory of Gun involved him standing over my best friend and brother after knocking them down cold. And a woman—beautiful and confident—was draped over his arm like he was the king of the world, holding him back from doing anymore damage than what was done.
"What? Jealous?" Gun's voice pulled me from my thoughts.
I blinked, realizing I'd been staring at him. His grin widened, knowing he'd caught me.
"Of what?" I shot back quickly. "Are you paying attention to them?"
"Only to you." His answer came effortlessly as he turned the car into a parking garage.
I glanced outside as we rolled in, catching sight of a pair of women in angel costumes waving at him, as if I wasn't sitting right there.
"You better," I mumbled under my breath, earning a scoff from him as he paid the guard.
My mind wandered as he pulled into a spot. If women were already whistling and waving at him, how many more would try to get close once we were inside? The thought made my stomach twist, a nauseating mix of insecurity and dread pooling inside me. Passing out candy to kids already sounded a lot more fun than this.
