After I Dressed as a Man, He Mistook Me for His Rival Chapter 10

After I Dressed as a Man, He Mistook Me for His Rival Chapter 10

After that, I barely spoke to Lachlan.

Whenever we happened to run into each other, I would take another path.

My distance was obvious, almost painfully so.

Lachlan stayed calm about it. He didn’t seem to react much.

Maribel, on the other hand, started getting suspicious. She clung to Lachlan and asked him what had happened between us, but nothing ever came of it.

After that day, Tavish and I got much closer.

He came to find me all the time.

And because he had my secret in his hands, I felt guilty enough to keep bringing him little things.

Sometimes, in the library, I tutored him.

He was sharp, but he was awful at English essays, so I made him grammar notes and walked him through them a few times.

Tavish listened with his usual lazy focus.

Not that he really needed my help. His family had already mapped out his college applications, and people like him always seemed to have a door waiting somewhere.

Still, his attitude was good.

One day, he accidentally flipped open my grade report.

His eyes widened.

“Damn, Sutton. You’ve been hiding this?”

“With scores like these, you’re probably top three in the whole grade.”

“Why have I never heard Maribel mention that?”

Whenever I ran into a question I didn’t know how to answer, I had the habit of lowering my head and staying quiet.

Maribel, sitting nearby, looked a little awkward and cut in.

“Sutton is just a nerd. I mean, he’s short, skinny, and not exactly good-looking.”

“So of course he has to be good at school.”

Tavish clicked his tongue and ignored her.

He reached over and brushed my bangs aside.

“Enough. Your hair is basically covering your eyes.”

“I’m taking you to get it fixed.”

I couldn’t talk my way out of it.

Tavish dragged me into a salon.

All my life, Mom had taken Maribel and me to get haircuts together.

The stylist would spend forever making Maribel’s curls look perfect. When it came to me, she would always hesitate.

Then Mom would say, “Just cut it short.”

This was the first time someone had actually cared about how I looked.

It was still short, but somehow softer. Cleaner. Almost pretty.

When I came out, I felt nervous for no reason.

Tavish’s eyes lit up for half a second.

Then he turned his face away.

“Okay, stop looking that good.”

“You’re going to attract trouble.”