LIGHTNOVELSTORY Lie Again!
Chapter 0 - Prologue
<Prologue> Lee Jin had been staring down at her phone for 30 minutes. To be exact, she was staring at her phone and trying to understand the chat she couldn’t understand.
[Jin. Do you have time on Saturday? Evan.] Jin was spending 30 minutes of her precious Friday night staring at her phone because she couldn’t understand this simple sentence at all. Jin. My name. Do you have time on Saturday? Saturday was the day Jin had designated for doing nothing but lying down and watching dramas. It was the most important event of the week, so it was safe to say she wouldn’t have time. And…Evan. Not only did she not have time on Saturday, but this last word, Jin truly couldn’t understand. Evan? Which Evan? There are three Evans at Crawford High School. Evan Coticut, Evan Ruth, and Evan Butterfield. The first Evan, Evan Coticut, was the closest to the realistic version of an American that Jin had imagined after deciding to go to the United States. He had an ordinary appearance, a moderately average build, and a fairly tall height. He was an ordinary high school student you could find anywhere, but his presence felt slightly different from the average you’d see in Korea, proving that this was America. First of all, it was the fact that he was white, and the constant flush of redness on his face made Jin think of a pink baby pig whenever she saw Evan Coticut. The fact that he always had a snack in his hand that seemed like it would clog his blood vessels whenever they met in the hallway or cafeteria also added to Jin’s American stereotype. The second Evan, Evan Ruth, was the only Asian at Crawford until Jin arrived. Strictly speaking, he was an American born and raised in the United States, but his father was Korean and his mother was British, making him a mixed race. Ruth and Jin quickly became close due to their common bond of being Korean. In the unfamiliar world of Anglo-Saxons, this handsome half-Korean would throw Jin a lifeline at just the right moment whenever she was exhausted from swimming through the vast sea that was Crawford. When Jin first learned about his background, she had a similar impression of Ruth as she did of Coticut. His dad was Korean, his mom was British, yet he considered himself American? He was the epitome of an American. [Ruth, did you change your number?] While Jin was pondering which Evan it could be, she sent a message to Evan Ruth’s number, which was saved in her phone, instead of responding to the unknown sender. [Nope. Why?] Ruth quickly replied, as if he had been staring at his phone the whole time. Jin discarded the second Evan candidate from her mind as well. If it had been Ruth, he wouldn’t have asked so cautiously, “Do you have time?” in the first place. [It’s nothing. If you have the Coticut number, give it to me.] Evan Ruth sent a ten-digit number and a question mark emoticon. Jin checked the number he received from Ruth, but this unknown Evan wasn’t Coticut. Jin fell into deep thought again. If it’s not Evan Ruth or Evan Coticut, there’s only one Evan left. The last Evan, Evan Butterfield, also fit Jin’s narrow-minded American stereotype, just like the other Evans. However, while they were real-life Americans, Evan Butterfield was the kind of American you’d see in a teen movie. Butterfield truly resembled the male lead from a classic teen movie. His body, which was over 180 centimeters tall, had a naturally large frame and dense muscles. His broad shoulders, long arms, sleek waist, and legs that stretched down gracefully reminded her of a jaguar moving with elegance. On days when he wore a short-sleeve t-shirt, Jin could see countless girls subtly touching his arms and waist. And Jin understood them. The sight of his forearms, slightly tight in the short sleeves, moving energetically was something you could never get tired of watching. But Butterfield’s biggest weapon was his face. The beauty with light brown hair and green eyes had a dry and bleak look when he was expressionless, so people who saw him for the first time assumed that he must be cynical. However, when Butterfield started to smile, that assumption was completely overturned. His delicate face, as if meticulously painted by an artist, truly revealed its charm when he smiled. When he pulled up the corners of his mouth into a bright smile, deep dimples appeared on his cheeks, and his eyes slightly squinted, revealing a mischievous, boyish face. The green eyes, which had once seemed sharp, transformed into eyes that looked fresh and youthful, harmonizing with his eye smile. When Jin first saw Butterfield, she realized that not all teen movies were entirely fabricated or exaggerated. Butterfield almost perfectly matched the image of the teen movie lead that Jin had subtly expected and imagined before leaving Korea. However, Evan Butterfield had a huge flaw that prevented him from becoming a high-teen male protagonist. He was more like a mischievous little devil who brings misfortune to humans for fun, rather than a movie protagonist. A little devil hiding a dark heart beneath a pretty appearance. When Butterfield felt irritated, he would hide a bomb under a gift box, hand it over to the other person, and smile sweetly, pretending he knew nothing. Jin and Butterfield started clashing shortly after Jin transferred to Crawford. To be precise, it was a repeated cycle of Butterfield picking a fight and Jin, provoked, fighting back. Jin had thought about whether she had done something wrong to Butterfield, but the conclusion was simple: she decided not to even glance in his direction. Butterfield was twisted inside, and the more she dealt with him, the more her own insides got turned upside down. Jin didn’t even consider Evan Butterfield as the owner of the unknown message. Butterfield texted me? And he asked me out on a date like this? If this Evan is that Evan, then Butterfield got shot in the head. Or maybe he was repenting in a hurry right before he died. Jin snorted and threw her phone on the bed. It seemed that my information had somehow been leaked all over the internet. Jin regretted visiting various sites recently without thinking and tried to push the thought of the message out of her mind. Jin successfully held an event where she did nothing but watch dramas, except for a brief jump rope with her homestay mom’s daughter, Evie, on Saturday. Aside from the persistent texts from Evan Ruth asking for an explanation, her phone remained quiet over the weekend. There was no further contact from the mysterious sender. Then on Monday, Jin, dragging herself to Crawford like a ghost, thought to herself. Evan Butterfield had been shot in the head. If not, then he must have been given a terminal diagnosis.
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