French Beauty (gxg)

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Rose POV:

Giselle and I were explaining to Tristan about what had happened at school. When we first told him that we were caught making out in the bathroom, he bursted out laughing, then once we told him about what Ms. Baker said he was furious. If we didn't calm him down I knew he would find Ms. Baker at school the next day and yell at her. Giselle seemed to like Tristan more after his reaction.

"Wait, so what am I supposed to do?" Tristan asked.

"Well, actually, we aren't sure if'll we will need you. That's plan B," said Giselle.

"What's plan A?" he questioned. I let Giselle answer because she was the mastermind behind the plan, and also because I wasn't sure of the plan.

"We have someone call pretending to be Rose's mom and have her act like Rose told her what had happened. She'll act furious and yell at Mr. Wrest saying that they need to fire Ms. Baker for harassing the students."

"What if he doesn't believe it's actually Claire's mom?"

"As long as the person talking has a strong french accent then we will be fine."

"And if he sees Claire's actual mom and tries to talk to her about the incident?"

"Oh... I hadn't thought of that," Giselle looked disappointed.

"We can have the lady calling him tell him to never bring it up to her again or else she'll call the superintendent," I offered.

"That might work, but it also might not," said Tristan.

"Then maybe we'll have to do plan B or C," Giselle suggested.

Tristan's eyebrows rose in shock, "you came up with a lot of plans."

"Yeah, well, I'll do whatever it takes to protect Rose," Giselle said like it required no thought.

My heart swelled at her words. I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle kiss on the back of it.

"Je t'adore," I told her. Her lips curved into a smile. She bit her bottom lip and turned her face towards the ground to hide her face that was turning slightly pink at her cheeks.

Translation: "I adore you."

"Ugh, you guys are so cute," Tristan interrupted our moment and added jokingly, "makes me sick."

"Well, this will definitely make you shit yourself," I cupped Giselles face in my hands and guided it towards my face and pressed our lips together. Giselle immediately cooperated and began moving her lips smoothly against my own. Her lips were so soft and sweet that I melted at contact.

Her tongue was just entering my mouth when I felt a hand on my forehead pushing me away from Giselle. I opened my eyes and saw Tristan's hand on my forehead and the other on Giselle's forehead.

"Stop, have you ladies forgotten that after all I'm still a man," he said.

Giselle and I both wore confused expressions.

"Um, no?" She said.

"Good, then don't make out in front of me. I can't always control my body's reactions."

"What are you-oh-ew!" Giselle shrieked, understanding what he was implying. I on the other hand was lost.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned, glancing between Giselle and Tristan.

"Well, ehh... little Tristan gets-"

"It turns him on, Rose," Giselle cut Tristan off.

My face scrunched up. Guys are such horny little freaks. At least you can't tell when someone with a vagina is turned on. My eyes traveled towards Tristan lower body before I could stop them. Luckily, there was nothing sticking out and I sighed in relief.