All Chapters of Rejected Luna : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

 JIHOON STOOD OUTSIDE the pristine white door for ten minutes before he gathered the courage to ring the bell. No one answered. He glanced up. It was just as beautiful and haunting as the last time he was here, to deliver food to Miyoung. And he wouldn’t be here now except Miyoung had been absent from school since the last full moon. It had been a long week of thinking of Miyoung. Of worrying about her. Of remembering that night in the rain. That night, by the side of the road, drenched, he’d been tempted to kiss her. He’d wanted to see if she’d taste like rain. He suspected it was more likely she’d taste like lightning. He knocked again to no answer. He had started back to his scooter when the door opened. Miyoung looked gaunt, like she’d lost ten pounds in the last seven days. Her eyes were covered with oversized

 SCHOOL WAS TORTURE. Well, more intense torture than normal. Miyoung sat across the aisle, face worn, purposefully ignoring him. But at least she’d come back to class. Jihoon made note of her sallow skin and sweaty brow. It worried him. She’d told him gumiho couldn’t get sick. So what was making her look so pale? Jihoon stewed over it as he walked back from the school store with Changwan, arms loaded with snacks. Then he stopped short, noticing Miyoung walking down the hall. She saw him, then swerved right, entering the girls’ restroom. Obviously avoiding him. “She’s still ignoring you?” Changwan asked. “What are you talking about?” Jihoon failed miserably at playing dumb. “Everyone knows.” Changwan shrugged. “There’s a bet about when she’ll break up with you.”

JIHOON HALF EXPECTED Miyoung to be absent again at school the next morning. When he saw her dark hair curtained around her slumped form, he couldn’t hold back the smile of relief. Other kids sat in small whispering groups, their eyes tracking to Miyoung. He sighed and hoped the rumors of their “relationship troubles” would die down soon. It was taking everyone longer than normal to get over this gossip. A shuffle of activity by the back door of the classroom drew his attention to Baek Hana. She was hunched over, cradling a heavy object in her arms. Her friends rushed over, speaking in hurried whispers. One pulled out her phone and positioned herself in the corner, a prime viewing spot. Hana homed in on her target with a leer. Miyoung sat with her head down, scribbling notes, oblivious. Jihoon sprinted down the row as Hana he

Chapter OneSouthern CaliforniaEleven Months later Ellie sighed and adjusted her headphones to a more comfortable position. Heavy metal music poured out of the MP3 player she dropped into the front pocket of her cotton capri pants. The warm temperatures made her sweat even at eleven o’clock at night, despite the very slight breeze that fanned her skin. She glanced toward the open windows. The air-conditioning system of the dorm had gone out again. The maintenance teams were still fixing glitches on the newly constructed building.She approached the balcony doors she tended to leave open and stepped outside to enjoy a nice breeze to help cool her overheated body. She sipped the cold water from the small plastic bottle she’d grabbed from the mini-fridge when she’d entered her apartment. She leaned against the railing to stare down at Homeland from her perch on the third floor. She’d just finished her nightly workout.

Glen was so many different things. Son, civil servant proud member of spare me bowling team to time runner up at Southern regional tournament and great a truly great tracker but he was rather he was a lot more than that glass insulting just so maddening. He was a hedonist chauvinist. Liar, cheat, but there was one thing was notGlen was notand that's afraid.He wasn't afraid of judgment of being wrong. He wasn't afraid of friendship or romance. A bad joke. A good laugh.Heis never afraid of a good time or bad timing. Or consequences, or of an impossible task for any kind of danger and he certainly wasn't afraid of me. Ever. No matter how hard or unfair life was to Glen, Glen loved life back. He embraced it without reservation, regret. or remorse and that israre.&nbs