After I Dressed as a Man, He Mistook Me for His Rival Chapter 13

After I Dressed as a Man, He Mistook Me for His Rival Chapter 13

I was no longer the same Sutton Ashwick.

Over the past three months, Tavish had taught me so much.

So I didn’t say yes to Lachlan. And I didn’t forgive Maribel either.

She was just like Mom. Neither of them knew how to apologize.

So I stopped forcing them to.

I still went to school like always. I still entered academic competitions. Sometimes, I picked up part-time shifts.

I just didn’t talk to them much anymore.

And I stopped hovering around them like I used to.

At dinner one night, Mom placed a piece of pot roast on my plate.

Without thinking, I pushed it over to Maribel.

Everyone at the table froze. Silence stretched for a long time.

After that came the brutal rush of finals prep.

One day, while I was moving a stack of books, I heard someone whisper nearby.

“Hey, Lachlan Crest and Maribel Ashwick broke up.”

“That’s kind of a shame.”

Another girl stuck out her tongue.

“Haven’t they fought before? They always get back together.”

“Who knows how long this one will last?”

I finished putting the books away in the hallway.

Tavish walked beside me, flipping through a stack of vocab flashcards like he was actually studying.

“Abandon,” he muttered. “To leave behind. Desert. Give up…”

I knew he was trying to keep me from hearing anything about Lachlan.

I couldn’t help laughing and reached up to ruffle his hair.

“Enough. If that’s the only word you know, that vocab quiz is going to destroy you.”

When we got back to the classroom, someone suddenly called out.

“Hey, isn’t that Maribel Ashwick?”

“Lachlan, your ex is waiting for you downstairs. The one in the ballet skirt with all those guys around her?”

“If you keep acting like you don’t care, someone else is going to ask her out.”

The boys were teasing, their voices full of mockery.

But Lachlan wasn’t listening anymore.

Across the courtyard, Tavish and I were walking in together, talking and laughing.

Lachlan’s eyes darkened.

He said nothing. He only lowered his head and dragged his pen harder across his scratch paper.

One of the boys beside him noticed.

He glanced from Lachlan to us, then asked under his breath, “So you’re really letting her go?”

“You don’t like her anymore?”

Lachlan’s pen stopped.

After a long silence, he said, “Yeah.”