Forbidden Literature

32| Renegades

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Sara informed me on Saturday that she would be visiting her family in Tokyo with Kenji so we decided to have a packing day together. I told her I was going away for a few days to just relax and she understood completely not realizing who I would be relaxing with. Something tells me even if she did she wouldn't care. She's never been the type to judge. I could be dating the mayor and she would still cheer us on. As long as I'm happy, she's happy. I could never have asked for a better friend.

That day was spent doing loads of needed laundry and dancing horribly to Backstreet Boys while packing our things. We made a massive checklist to make sure we covered all the necessities although my list differed from her. Whereas packing glittery nail polish was a must for her, I just made sure I at least had mascara. When we went to our rooms to sleep that night I slipped in a little lingerie into my suitcase hoping she wouldn't see.

I've never been a fan of mornings, but realizing that today is no typical day, I felt more energized than ever. Today was the day that Jasper and I turn into renegades, escaping the rules society placed on our relationship. I threw off the thick covers, careful to fold the quilt Granny made, and lit a few cinnamon-scented candles.

It's been awhile since I've tried to look good for Jasper and I wanted to make sure his eyes didn't leave me the entire week. Eyebrows groomed and arched, legs shaved and smooth, hair styled in loose caramel waves that framed my face, I was ready. Only thing left was make-up. I once read in a magazine to aim for enhancing what you have rather than look like something you're not. With that in mind, I swiped on a few layers of mascara, added some blush, and topped it off with lip gloss. Not overwhelming, but definitely noticeable.

Clad only in my bra and underwear, I eyed the slim selection in my closet.

"Allison!" Sara's yell made me jump nearly a foot in the air. "There's a man at the door who looks oddly like Dr. Andrews asking for you!" I stiffened. "But I know that's not possible because you would have told me if he would be coming over!" Her voice was sickeningly sweet.

Shit.

I pulled on the first top my hand touched. "Coming!" I slipped on pants and bolted out my door like a mad woman, nearly tripping over my textbooks laying on the floor. When I rounded the corner the sight before me stopped me in my tracks and I had to remind myself to breathe.

Sure enough there at the doorway wearing a flannel shirt with his hands in his pants pocket and his messy hair covered in a white beanie was my Jasper. I've never seen him in such casual clothing before my eyes lingered on him for a moment. I almost liked this more than when he was in sweats honestly. His cheeks were a rosy red color from the chilly weather and he kept adjusting his thick glasses awkwardly.

"Ms. Miller," he greeted.

"Hi. . ." I breathed trying not to drool at the sight of him. And failing.

How did I ever get so lucky?

However the heated moments spent ogling him were lost when Sara stepped in the path of my view giving me a pointed look. Her kind smile didn't reach her crazy eyes.

"Allison, you didn't tell me we would be having guests this morning."

I knew that insane look of hers anywhere. It screams 'you're in deep shit, Allison'. I swallowed hard.