Lookism Gun x Reader: How The Mighty Fall In Love

Swimming

I put on a two piece and frowned. Maybe I should put on a one piece.

Is this to much?

What will he think?

What do I care what he thinks?!

...

But do I at least look good?

I checked myself out and frowned.

"You look fine as fuck! He's gonna love that look!"

I jumped and fell, turning to see Sofia.

"Ever heard of knocking?!"

"Aren't you like, supposed to be better at this? Like, know when someone is ten steps away from the door and shit?"

"Get out!"

"Are you ready?"

We looked and Gun was just in swimming shorts.

Fuck him.

(Bitch, I'm trying!)

"Of course she's ready!"

Sofia tossed me out of the room and closed the door. She turned and skipped away happily, leaving me at his feet. I blinked and slowly looked up at him. He kicked me lightly in the gut and I smacked him in a not so lightly manner.

I stood up and we went down the stairs and into one of the indoor pools. Gun immediately dived in and I shook my head.

Not this girl, no thank you.

I poked a toe into the water and shook my head again.

"Nope, to cold."

"What do you mean it's cold? It's warm!"

"It's freezing!"

He pulled himself out of the water and I squinted at him suspiciously.

He walked towards me then looked behind me.

"Oh, Goo can you get us more towels? I think we'll need them." I turned around but there was no one there.

Wait.

Suddenly, I was picked up and I let out a gasped as Gun ran and jumped into the water, holding me tightly. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding my breath and shutting my eyes tightly.

Asshole.

The water was freezing!

Lying mother fucker.

I felt him let go of me with one arm and he swam us both to the bottom of the pool. I held on tightly and buried my face in his neck.

He sat at the bottom, using one arm to hold a pole so that we wouldn't float back up. Thank God I took a deep breath cause who knows when or if he's going to let me back up.

I felt him run his fingers on my back and it sent shivers down my spine.

It felt so good.

We stayed down there for a while. It was peaceful and just us two. Alone and enjoying each other's company.

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times before I looked at him. He was staring down at me and I snorted. His stupid ass hair is floating up towards the surface. I love it.

NOPE.

I finally tapped his shoulder and he swam us back up to the surface. I gasped and wiped my hair out of my face.

"Oh my God, I hate you." I coughed and laughed.

"I thought it was fun." Gun shrugged. I grin and and shook my head. We stared at each other until the Chairman flashed through my head. I winced at the emotional pain and looked away from him, my smile now gone and replaced with a frown.

I pushed him away and swam to the stairs. I sat down on them and shivered. I kept my eyes away from Gun and I busied myself with putting my hair in a bun.

I need to snap out of it. He works for HIM. I can't keep having these thoughts. And then what am I supposed to tell Jake? Hey, I loved you but I'm with the guy who put you in jail who also happens to be the guy I warned you to stay away from cause I didn't like him? I know I broke up with you while I loved you but I'm ignoring that and getting into another relationship?!

What the fuck am I supposed to tell him?

No, I don't like him so it's fine. I have to wait for Jake. No, I can't get with anyone. I'm not getting with him or anyone else! Especially with the guy that works for the man I'm trying to take down!

He doesn't even like me either so I need to shut up and push him away. I decided to just swim underwater and ignore him. Just swim. Just clear your head. You're Sargent Death and you have to become perfect. You have to be perfect or bad things happen.

You can't like Gun.

I can't let a mere man get in the way of things. I don't care how much it hurts me, I need to push him away. I have to be rude and obnoxious to him. He'll stop being nice and he'll stop helping me.

He'll stop acting like we're friends.

It'll hurt a lot less when he finds out he has no more job because of me.

It'll hurt a lot less when he hates me.

I have to break my heart to get this job done.