Becoming The Other Woman: The Librarian Or the Stripper?

Chapter 7



i fought the blush that tried to cover my cheeks. it was still surprising to get so much attention just because i changed my look.

i felt soft hands encircle mine, lightly pulling me forward. I looked at tristan seeing concern flash in his eyes.

"you okay?" he asked. i nodded biting the edge of my lip as i looked down at our entertwined hands.

"is it really that shocking?" i asked my voice barely above a whisper. "what's really shocking?" tristan frowned, lifting my chin so that i had to look up at him.

"my appearance. was i really that plain before?" i frowned. tristan let out a small sigh. "you were never plain beverley. i thought you were cute." he chuckled seeing me grimace.

"yeah, well like i've heard so many times before. 'no one wants to fuck cute'" i grumbled rolling my eyes as tristan laughed. 

"wow. did you grow a sense of humour with that makeover?" he teased. i gently shoved him. "don't be an ass" i shot back a smile slipping over my features.

when i looked towards the school my eyes met pete's. He was leaning against his car, his arms crossed over his chest. he looked really pissed off.

his eyes were trained on our hands and he was glaring, like that would be enough to make me drop his hand. 

i cursed softly under my breath, before i leaned forward, pressing my head against tristan's shoulder.

"what's wrong?" tristan asked, his hands automatically winding aorund my waist. "pete" i breathed. "he's glaring at us." i couldn't help but giggle, loving the feeling of justice settling inside of me.

tristan chuckled, brushing my hair from my face. "well its time someone learned the true meaning of the saying, payback is a bitch."

"so...anything else i need to know before i go and face the big bad student body?" i teased.

"yes. actually" tristan said, pulling away so that he could see my face. "you don't have to dumb yourself down just because you changed your look. so in other words...you can be the smart librarian but also the sensual and crazy sex addict of a stripper, all in one" tristan stated a smile on his face.

i shot him a glare hitting him close to his family jewels making him flinch. "who said i'm a crazy sex addict?"

tristan chuckled rolling his eyes. "i didn't mean it like that i meant...just the sexy stripper." he changed, making me smile.

"now thats more like it" i laughed. "who would know that beverley would want to be a stripper rather than a crazy sex addict?" he shook his head.

"well wasn't it you who said 'not all strippers are sluts'?" i cocked an eyebrow. trsitan looked off in the distance, his lips pursed. "maybe" he smiled, making me hit him in the chest.