Chapter 1
Mr. Perfect and Me
“Ow.” This was my own voice, on account that Gorgeous Guy
had just managed to land flat on my hand, possibly
breaking it. He sort of tried to wriggle out, but there was his
whole coat, which
managed to get stuck underneath my
bottom. I screamed.
“Stop moving,” I said, trying to wriggle my
fingers. No use; they were probably
fractured and doomed
for life. “I think you broke my whole arm.”
He seemed to consider it for a second. “That’s
not possible. I can’t weigh that
much.”
“-_-…”
“You mind lifting your for a second?” He pulled at the coat underneath my
. “I think it’s
stuck underneath you.”
“Stop it!” I scremed. “I think I already have a broken arm. I don’t want you
paralyzing my body by accidentally fracturing my spinal
cord or something.”
He let go. I mean, this was what any girl would
dream of. He was gorgeous, he
smelled good, and he even
looked about my age. The position we were in was
like
those things you see in the movies where the main
characters accidentally
bump into each other and end up in a suspiciously great position to start
making outin.
But no, because all he wanted to do was get his
freaking coat from under my
, paralyze me forever, and get on with his evil
murder-the-fat-guy plan.
“Give me your gun,” I said, reaching into my pocket and pressing what I
desperately hoped was the record button. At least if I was murdered, somebody
would find my phone and figure out who my killer was.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“The gun,” I said, pointing to his coat
pocket, “in that pocket. Hand it over, and
I’ll let you
go. Or else.”
“Or else?”
“I’ll call the securities.”
“With your broken arm?” He snorted. “Not a
chance.”
“I could just scream my lungs out and yell ,
and it’d have the same effect.”
He hesitated. “Alright, fine. Safe trade. You get
off my coat, and I give you the
gun. And then we never see
each other again. Deal?”
“I want the gun first,” I said.
He fidgeted with it before bringing it out of his
coat, waving it menacingly at my
face. “I can shoot you
before you even make a sound.”
“But then they’ll all know it’s you, because by
the time you’re running out the
door, the nurses will have
seen your face.”
“I don’t think so,” he said, pointing to the
window. “Not if I get out through that
thing.”
Shoot. I hadn’t considered that.
“Bastard.”
“In fact, I think I will kill you. After all, I do
have more than one bullet loaded in
this thing.”
. . He was going to kill me. He was going
to kill me, and I hadn’t even
graduated from high
school. All I wanted was to have a normal life. And a
boyfriend. And it wouldn’t be so bad if I also became rich. I mean, and if I were
going to have a boyfriend, would it be so horrible as to wish it was L?
And then…
WHACK.
This was the sound the door made as it slammed into Gorgeous guy’s head.
“,” he whispered, and flung the gun across to
the end of the room.
I was saved!!!!
“Taeyeon?” This was Euni. My evil twin sister…
was my savior. In my surprise, I
pushed with all my strength to stand up and thank her when—
—For reasons I couldn’t state, Gorgeous Guy
who had just nearly succeeded in
killing me, was kissing
me.
“Is this…a wrong time?”
“Oo, Eui, aye ee!! (No, Euni, save me!!)”
“I didn’t…I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,”
Euni managed to say, then
reached for the door.
I bit Gorgeous guy’s lips, and he let go. “Euni. Wait!” I called. “Euni, help this
guy’s a—”
Gorgeous Guy put his hands over my mouth and leaned on my arm, which, of
course, still hurt.
“Hi, Euni.” He said, holding out his hand towards Euni. “Taeyeon’s told me so
much about you.”
“Right,” she said, flashing me an odd look. “Well she’s never told me about
you.”
Gorgeous Guy laughed. “That’s because she’s jealous of you. Of how pretty you
are.”
Was this flirting with my sister? I saw Euni blushed, and despite the fact
that he was a potential serial killer, I couldn’t help but feeling a little upset at
what he said. Seriously? Even a murderer chose my sister over me. Euni,
noticing my expression, hurriedly muttered something about having to go to
class. She went out the door.
When she left, he took his hand off my mouth, and stood up.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“I can if you want me to.”
“No thanks.”
“Okay,” he said, picking the gun up off the floor. “Seeya.”
“Wait!” I couldn’t just let him go. “—Can I know your name?”
He was halfway out the door when he heard me. He looked back, cocked his
head, and stared at me for a second. Then, as if realizing something, he smiled.
“Kris,” he said. “My name is Exo Kris.”
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