Spider Gwen & The Recluse Assassin

V1: 『Arrangements』

 In just a mint colored camisole and ellen brand boyshorts (women's boy cut briefs), Gwen was in her room preparing for bed. Brushing out her hair in front of her vanity mirror at her desk.

Her big blue eyes stared at herself in the mirror, the sound of the bristles of the round cylinder brush curling through her hair. Making her layers more wavy, less knotted.

She had a small smile curved over her lips. She couldn't help but smile at herself. The boy next door, she had finally asked him out. Or more like, bartered with him which he didn't even hesitate to respond to! She rubbed her slender legs together, excited, she wanted to go into a giggle fit. She could feel it building up within her.

Only to come to a complete halt. Her eyes shifted to the window, pursing her lips.

She remembered how he had asked if he could stay over. Her face turned deadpan for a moment, her emotions going inward as a red tinge appeared on her cheeks. "I could've let him," she clicked her tongue behind her teeth, somewhat disappointed in herself for not saying yes.

She turned her attention back to the mirror, her eyes grazing the fade on the side of her head which was now visible for all to see. "How am I going to explain this to my teachers?" She laughed awkwardly to herself, smiling once more, revealing the small prominent gap between her two front teeth.

"I can't tell them that Jack pulled out my hair," she pouted in the mirror for a moment, only to look towards the window again. Her room faced his house, which ironically was also his bedroom at the same level. In a way, she was thankful to the fact that most of this neighborhood consisted of catalogue houses that were all built around the same time several decades ago.

"I wonder how he's doing..." Quietly she stood up, resting the bush on the dresser nearby, before walking around the side of the bed and the couch until she was peering through the window. Moving onto her knees not the reveal herself in front of anyone who just might be looking up to her room.

His lights ere out in his bedroom, but the living room light was still on.

"Perhaps he's watching a movie or something..." Pursing her lips, her eyes drifted towards his front yard before furrowing her brows.

Between the two of their houses, on the street, was a black sports utility vehicle. It was a recent make, probably from the year before, so it was someone with money.

"That doesn't belong to anyone on this street..." She muttered to herself, already getting a relatively bad feeling about this. She turned her head looking towards her bedroom door.

Flexing her eyes, she swore she could hear the squeaking of the wood under someone's feet. No one else was supposed to be home. Was that SUV here for whoever may be in her house?

Who could be in her house?

Her toes curled curiously as she dropped onto the carpeted floor and pressed the side of her head to the ground. She could definitely hear people inside the house. There were three people.

One of them was unwrapping some duck tape. She was beginning to notice her senses were more keen than before. She could hear conversations even from on the street outside, even out off in the city.

"Hmm..." Raising her eyes to her door, peaking out from behind the foot of her bed. She blinked a few times. She could hear the people coming up the steps, trying hard to conceal their presence.

She had two choices, climb onto the ceiling and hope she can fool them into thinking she wasn't in the room, or she could go out the window. Climb onto the roof and hope no one outside sees her practically naked on the roof.