THIRTY-SEVEN | RUMORS

THIRTY-SEVEN | RUMORS

ALENA

A stripper, someone just called me a fucking stripper.

I know I am hot and all, but not hot enough to be a stripper.

Everywhere became silent the moment the person screamed that I am a stripper.

I am still trying to figure out how and why anyone would think I am a stripper.

“Who said that?" Nathan's voice echoes around the silent hall.

The tone of his voice tells me that he is angry. I am not sure why he is angry though.

Is it because someone called me a stripper?

Or the fact that someone interrupted him?

No one seems to be ready to admit that he or she said it.

Not so brave anymore I see.

“Come out now," he commands.

A muscular giant of a man comes out. He bows his head and stands up straight.

He blatantly ignores me, acting like I am an invisible housefly or some shit like that. The annoyance on his face is visible even as he tries to ignore me.

I see I made some anti-fans in my short stay here.

“What makes you think that my MATE and your LUNA