Forbidden || Theo James

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- fallen angel

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(word count:941)

In the chaos of midterms and deadlines, I found myself racing through the corridors of Oxford University, clutching my books tightly against my chest. My heart pounded in my chest, a caffeinated frenzy fueled by the copious amounts of coffee I had consumed that morning. As I rounded a corner with reckless abandon, my senses on overdrive, I collided with someone—hard.

"Oh, sorry, Anne," I muttered, recognizing my roommate amidst the blur of bodies.

"That's okay, but I'm sorry for how you look," she remarked, her tone dripping with mock concern as she eyed my disheveled appearance with a mixture of amusement and mild horror.

I rolled my eyes, brushing off her comment as we fell into step together, making our way back to our dorms.

"I know we both want to at least graduate, but the beauty you have is hiding behind your French braid and those glasses," Anne teased, giving me an exaggerated once-over. "And that sweatshirt."

I shrugged. "I don't mind it. It's comfortable, and let's face it, I practically live in this outfit. Sleep, wake up, repeat. Who has time for fashion?"

Anne playfully swatted my shoulder, and I winced in mock pain. "Ouch! Hey, watch it."

"That's what you get for being a fashion hater," she quipped, a mischievous glint in her eye. "But listen up, Rosie. Today is Friday, and I ban you from doing any homework, assignments, or—God forbid—reading."

"But Anne—" I protested weakly, knowing full well that arguing with her was like arguing with a wall.

"Rosie!" she cut me off with a stern look, silencing any further objections.

I sighed in resignation as we reached the entrance to our dorm building, already bracing myself for whatever adventure Anne had concocted for us.

"What kind of plans are we talking about here?" I asked.

The dorm halls were bustling with activity, resembling a lively zoo with football players coming and going, their laughter echoing down the corridors. After navigating through the crowds, we finally made it back to our room.

Anne's face lit up as she pulled out two tickets, excitement gleaming in her eyes.

"What's that?" I asked, intrigued by her enthusiasm.

"They're invitations to a new club opening!" she exclaimed, waving the tickets in the air.

"Really? I hadn't heard about that," I responded, feeling a twinge of curiosity.

"Yeah, it's the new hot spot in town, just a short walk from the pub," she explained, her excitement palpable.

"So, that's our plan for tonight?" I inquired, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"Exactly! And I won't take no for an answer," Anne declared firmly.

I flopped down onto the bed, my mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming adventure. It had been ages since I'd been to a club, and the prospect both excited and intimidated me. Meanwhile, Anne wasted no time in mixing drinks, seemingly unfazed by the dorm's no-alcohol policy.

"Here, have some Aperols. They'll help calm your nerves," she said, handing me a glass with a mischievous grin.

"Why not consider a career as a bartender?" I joked, taking a sip of the refreshing drink.

Anne rolled her eyes playfully before turning her attention to her wardrobe, rummaging through her clothes in search of the perfect outfit for the night. As she busied herself with the task, I tried to distract myself by scrolling through my phone, though my mind kept drifting back to the evening's plans.

"How did you manage to get those tickets, anyway?" I asked, genuinely curious about their origin.

"Let's just say I had a memorable night with Brian, and he was grateful enough to give me these tickets," Anne replied with a sly grin, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

I couldn't help but laugh at her audacity. "You never cease to amaze me, Anne."

With a flourish, Anne tossed me a dress from her wardrobe, urging me to try it on. It was a simple yet elegant little black dress adorned with delicate sparkles that caught the light.

"This should do the trick," she remarked, her approval evident as she surveyed the dress on me.

Anne rummaged through her drawer, gathering all her makeup and arranging it neatly on the desk beside our drinks. As she laid out the array of eyeshadows, lipsticks, and brushes, I couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness. People who glanced at me would assume I knew nothing about makeup since I usually stuck to just concealer and blush. Little did they know, I actually had a knack for it.

"So, what's your plan for your face?" Anne asked, her eyes scanning the assortment of products before us.

"I think I'll go for the espresso look," I replied, eyeing the rich browns and warm tones.

"And what about you?" I asked, turning to Anne.

"With my red dress, I'll just focus on accentuating my lips," she declared, her gaze drifting to the bold lipsticks in her collection.

With a sense of determination, I picked up my brushes and began to work on my makeup. Meanwhile, Anne expertly applied lipstick, adding a final touch of glamor to her already stunning appearance.

With our makeup done and our excitement building, I grabbed my car keys, and we made our way out of the dorm. As we stepped into the cool night air, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. Tonight had the potential to be the night I finally let loose and enjoyed myself.

Locking the door behind us, I glanced at Anne, a smile playing on my lips. "Ready for this?"

"Absolutely," she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

And with that, we set off into the night.