Seventeen-years-old Luna Haley Grey is a shy, awkward little nerd who's idea of a good time is drawing and reading comic books. But after a friendship blossoms between her and South Cross's handsome star footballer, Garrett Carson, her life is turne...
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"I have a lot of questions about your life," I announce, waiting for Hunter to give me a reaction.
It's subtle, but I can see that his eyes started to tense and he was visibly gulping down his throat.
It feels bizarre calling your eyes and your throat as someone else's, but I guess I have to get used to it now. Those steel-colored irises, that head of short black hair and my whole, entire flesh aren't mine for now. They're his. And whatever his conscience wants to do, my body have no say in objecting.
So, technically, they are his, the same as this muscular body and its limbs are mine. Right?
"What do you want to know?" he finally utters after a beat of silence.
I think about this. There's a lot you have to learn about someone's life if you are planning to play their part. But what's most vital of all?
"Hmmm.." I look up to my bedroom ceiling, then back at him. "Tell me your daily routine at the hostel."
Hunter scrunches his face before speaking. "On school days, I usually wake up at 6. Then I take a shower, change clothes and if there's time to spare, I finish some homework or study. Then I ride my bike to school with Cameron."
"People mostly just walk. I mean, the hostel is really close to school, but I usually need to go to my job after basketball practice," he explains, expressionless.
I nod. That sounds simple enough to execute; other than the part about the bike. I'd have to walk from now on, I guess.
"How about weekends?" I continue.
"Wake up late. The specific time is inconsistent. On Saturday, at around one, I go visit my sister, Fionna-"
"You have a sister?" I ask, cutting him off.
"Ye... yeah..." he replies quietly, suddenly with a look of remorse in his eyes. "She lives at a help centre...which... uh," he trails off.
Then his eyes shut closed before he lets out a curse. "Fuck!"
The sudden burst of a curse from his lips startled me and I look at him questioningly.
Hunter notices this and immediately puts his face in the hands, covering his eyes with the tip of his fingers. "Sorry," he mutters. "I... just remembered Fionna. I just realized that... I can't see her now. She'll... she'll miss me..."
"I... I... What do you mean?" I ask, not knowing what to do.
He slowly peels his face away from the cradle of his hands before meeting my eyes. Those grey eyes of mine are dark, on the brink of tears. "I'm you. She doesn't know you. I can't go see her like this!" He shouts, gesturing at my body.
Oh. Right.
"Then I'll go see her for you. I... I'll make sure she's okay,"
"I'm sorry, but why... why is she in a help centre? Why isn't she in your house, with your parents?" I ask and immediately regret. Because as soon as the question leave my lips, Hunter's face darkens.
