Lookism Gun x Reader: How The Mighty Fall In Love

Dresses and Party

(So sexy 😏😳😍😆 Also, guess who entered class just as my name was called so I wasn't late! :D )

Um...So Sofia can't dance. I learned that the hard way.

Anyways, now Gun and I are at some stupidly expensive dressshop. He said he would have ordered one to be made but there was no time.

"Uh..." I glanced at the dress, unsure about it. All the dresses here were either over the mid thigh and a v neck dress or a long dress that had a v neck and leg slit. I glanced at another dress confused. It went around the breast, exposed the back and sides, then covered the pelvis and rear end. It was pretty, but perhaps to much for me.

"Well?" I looked at Gun who was leaning against the wall. The lady helping us kept glancing at him, giving him a quick up and down before ripping her eyes away. Does he know that he keeps catching her eye?

Does he know that everywhere we go, girls check him out? Does he know that many girls try to approach him but are to scared or they see me with him? Does he know that he's so good looking? If so, how can he stand it? How can he just walk around knowing everyone is staring at him? How can he stand all those eyes, the whispers, the flirts? I don't think I've ever or will ever have to go through that.

"Perhaps you could help her." Gun suggested and she jumped with a start.

"Oh, right! Here, let's try these five."

Bitch, no. I don't even like dresses. Can't I just like, take a pants suit or something?

We went into a different room and she (unfortunately) helped me change.

"Ohhhh, let's show your boyfriend." She smiled and pushed me out the door. I could explain that he's not my boyfriend, but people never believe me. Gun looked up from the magazine he was reading.

I glared at him.

I hate you.

He grinned and shrugged.

"I like it. Looks good."

Bitch I know. The Academy forced me to change my body so that it looked good in everything.

"Let's try the other ones." She chirped and pulled me in, closing the door.

After HOURS of shopping around, I flopped tiredly into the passenger seat. Gun threw all the bags into the back and got in seat next to me. I don't want to go to this stupid party. I hate people and parties.

But I owe him.

We got home, and went to our room to get ready. I showered and did my hair and makeup before I pulled out the new jewelry and dress he bought me. It was the one that just covered my breast, exposed me side and back, covered my bottom, and ended at my mid thigh.

It's all too expensive.

I felt sick as I put them on. I could feed a whole block full of homeless people with just half of this earring. I clipped on the necklace and bracelets.

I sighed and made my way downstairs, heels in hand. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, texting Kurt. He was making fun of me for having to go to this stupid thing.

"Ready?" Gun asked walking over while fixing his collar.

"Yeah, let me put my shoes on." I said and slipped them on. I caught myself I'm the mirror. Miss Grace would kill me because I could do so much better.

There were a lot of people at the party. To many people. Gun knew almost everyone there so there was about an hour where I just stood by his side quietly as they all talked about rich people stuff like, body counts, brands, jewelry, houses, cars and who they knew.

Eventually, they got on the talk about how stupid, pathetic and inferior poor people were. I put my glass of juice down, stood up and walked away. I didn't feel like hearing such bullshit.

I heard Gun call after me but I slipped in among the people, disappearing from his view.

Whatever, if those are the kind of people he's going to hang out with, especially in front of ME, I'm leaving.

I was walking past a room when a hand grabbed me and pulled me in.

The door slammed shut and I was blind in the pitch black room, which was a big change from the bright flashing lights. I heard them take a step towards me so I punched at them. The person grabbed my wrist and I kneed him in the side.

"Ugh!" He shouted and fell.

I gasped.

"Jordan?"

"Ow..."

"What the fuck man! You can't just throw me in a room and think I wouldn't panic!"

"I wanted to surprise you because you were upset about having to come." He groaned and I turned on my phone's flashlight. He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes, sitting next to him with a huff.

"I've been hiding in her for two hours, waiting for you to find me." He grinned

"Sorry." I sighed, leaning against him. He put an arm around me comfortingly.

"Where did you get that dress?"

"Gun dragged me out to the store for hours and got me all this." I snorted and showed him my shoes.

"It's so exposing. You don't like this kind of clothes, why didn't you say no?" He asked puting his coat around my shoulders.

"It's cute but I think I just didn't want to be in that store anymore. It was to rich for me. Honestly, I just wanna go back to my shack. Get away from all the money and shit."

Jordan hugged me tighter and I sighed in annoyence. Not at Jordan, more at myself.

I looked down at my phone to see Gun texted me. He was asking where I was. I didn't want to answer him. I wanted to be alone for a little bit. Jordan was good company though. My social battery never drained when I was around him.

He was special that way.

Gun continued to text and call me. I watched the screen light up and ring.

"Why don't you answer it?" Jordan asked.

"I don't want to talk to him. I just don't feel like it. The way he talked, laughed, joked and agreed with all those rude classist people. Everything they said was so disgusting. I'm not going to hang around him if he acts like that." I grumbled.

He nodded in understanding.

I leaned my head on his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine and rubbed my bare arm to comfort me.

Jordan was poor too as a young boy. He was actually homeless from the age of three until he was kidnapped by The Academy at the age of seven.

He didn't like having people talk about poor and homeless people like they were trash.

That's why we're so big on donating and not letting money, wealth and fame control us.

My phone chimed and I sighed. The door opened and we jumped in surprise. Light and music filled the room and we winced.

I looked at the person at the door.

It was Gun.

(See you next week!)