Change of Heart

Chapter 10

Tristan

"Oh my god, Dude! You're so hot, I want to date you!"

My friends were laughing so hard, tears were running down their eyes. Their laughter was so boisterous; they were attracting more unnecessary attention. The students who passed by gathered around us and wondered what the fuss was about. Some people were roaring with laughter, too. Some girls were giggling over me and others were taking out their camera phones to snap shots of me.

It was something that you'd be embarrassed to do, but I have to admit, I actually enjoyed the attention. I even feel so pretty in this dress. I swear I could pull it off better than the person I borrowed it from.

Originally, I intended to steal an outfit from my mother, but because my mother had a very slender frame and her walk-in-closet was very well protected by a digital code like a vault or something, it seemed impossible to secure a dress from her. In the end, I borrowed the dress from Anna, the helper. I told her it was for a school play and she proudly presented to me her best Sunday dress. Unfortunately, she was into frills and laces. I found myself in a frilly knee-length dress and presented myself to my friends as an acknowledgement of my loss.

"Well, at least, I look very pretty." I said smugly and Dennis flicked my forehead.

"How can you be so cocky, dude? You just lost the bet."

I waved a hand in a girlish manner and said in a girly tone. "Yeah, whatever."

"It's weird. You seem to be taking this all too well, even if you lost the bet." Marcus pointed out.

"True," Gio said. "You were the sorest loser I know."

Dennis looked at me suspiciously. "The challenge, if you remember, Tristan, was to make that girl fall for you and not the other way around."

I bobbed my head and raised an eyebrow. "Tsk. Who said I was falling, huh?"

My friends laughed.

"But dude, you sure it was the right girl, right? I remember you said that that girl was plain, but the one you danced with that night was damn hot."

"Yeah, she sure was hot." Marcus hooted.

"She's exactly my type, too." Dennis said. "Tell me, was she a C or something?"

"Huh?"

Gio and Marcus gestured boobs and guffawed. Dennis actually meant the cup size.

"Dude, what the heck?" I reacted.

"Why? Didn't you get to feel her?"

"Dude! No!" I shook my head. "Why would I?" I actually felt insulted for Erica. She isn't like the bimbos we hang out with at the club, so she shouldn't be compared to any of them.