Love Isn't Always A Fairy Tale {Teacher/Student Romance}

Chapter 32- Damn Conspirators

The next morning I wake up before the alarm goes off. I lay in bed, stretching, thinking, wondering what Rae has got for me to wear today. I am scared to know in a way. Rae is not known for her subtly. She doesn’t do simple. When she sets her mind to something she gives it 110%. So knowing that she is the one responsible for the clothes I’m going to wear, terrifies me.

Leaving the thoughts behind me, I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I take a shower, trying to wash away all the doubts that remain from yesterday. I get out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I put a pair of shorts, and a tank top. I walk downstairs to the kitchen, as I wait for Rae to get here.

“Hey Honey.” My mom greets me when I make it into the kitchen.

“Hey,” I greet her, taking a glass of juice off the counter.

“Is that what you’re wearing to school?” She asks, looking me up and down. I watch her forehead crease as she frowns.

“No this isn’t what I’m wearing; Rae is supposed to be bringing me my outfit. She says that she already has my clothes picked out all week. Apparently we have matching outfits every day, or almost matching outfits.”

“Oh, thank god. So what is the theme for today?”

“The 80’s.” I tell her, and I watch her eyes go wide.

“The 80’s, and you trusted Rae to pick your outfit?” I open my mouth to respond, but I can’t. As the thought sinks in, I feel that same apprehension creep it that I felt earlier. I quickly squash the little seeds of fear, before they’re allowed to blossom.

“I can trust Rae.” I tell my mom, sounding confident. As soon as the words are spoken the doorbell rings. Fear starts to bud back up, but I fight it down. I walk over to answer the door, seeing a beaming Rae.

“Are you ready to go punk?” She asks, sounding a little too excited.

“Yes?” I question weakly. She rolls her eyes at me, as she takes my hand and pulls me up the stairs.

“You’re going to love it trust me!” She tells me when we get to my bedroom. She hands me one of the garment bags in her hands. My heart starts beating a little quicker as I lay it on the bed. My hand pauses on the zipper for a second, before I unzip it. I take a deep breath, snatching the zipper down.

My mouth drops open when I see what is behind the bag. It’s a dress, and a very pretty one. The top part of the dress is pink and black leopard print. The top is made almost like a corset. The skirt of the dress is a black, and a mixture of a tutu and a layered skirt.

I look over to see Rae’s dress. It’s the same style as mine, but different colors. Her top is traditional brown and black leopard print, and whereas my skirt is black hers is red. It’s perfect for her. She couldn’t have done a better job.

“I love it Rae.” I tell her, picking it up out of the bag. She looks over at me, beaming.

“Really?! I’m so glad I was a little worried. I thought it may have been too out there.” I shake my head looking at her.

“No it’s perfect.” I put the dress down and throw my arms around her. “I am sensing a theme going on this week though.” I tell her, looking down at the leopard print dress, and remembering the jacket from yesterday. She smiles at me, winking.

“Yep wait to see what I have for tomorrow…” She tells me, as she walks into the bathroom. “ Come on we have to start getting ready.” Slowly I walk into the bathroom, trying to remember what was tomorrow? Wondering which I should be more worried for, what I have to wear tomorrow, or my hair today?