jasper | part one (completed)

Chapter Twenty-Two

A horrid week full of Mum jumping at me behind corners, reminding me of the dreaded pinky promise we had made, time spent doing the write up for art school and afternoons spent cleaning toilets with dear old Burt went fast. Before I knew it Juliana and Joanna stood outside my door, bags in hand.

What in the world could be in there? I glanced at their overflowing bags in a strange type of awe. It was a bloody sleepover, not a vacation. 

Juliana glanced around, quick to dump her bags on the floor. "Wow," she whistled. "What a place you have here." 

Joanna had the same wide-eyed expression on her face and I couldn't help but feel like a bug under a microscope. It wasn't until now that I realised the only junk littering the house was mine. The kitten print mug sat on the kitchen bench dirtied from that morning's tea and next to it, my red scarf which I had discarded after school the other day. On the couch laid my fluffiest blanket for movie watching as well as one of my favourite rugby jumpers. God, I was a mess. 

"Why did you hide the fact that you're basically living in a million dollar home?" Juliana probed, her hands on her hips. 

"Yeah," Joanna goaded, "it's not like it's anything to be ashamed of." 

I shrugged. "I never thought it was important." 

"Yeah right," Juliana said. "You're not fooling me, getting all non-materialistic or whatever. You're not that good." 

"Thanks." I huffed. 

"You're welcome." 

"So," Joanna broke the tension. "Where's you know...who?" A faint blush painted her cheeks as she toyed with her nails. 

I snorted. It reminded me of harry potter. I couldn't help but imagine a Voldemort version of Jasper, that would really put him down a few notches, the whole no nose thing really just wouldn't do it for me. Poor Jasper would be lost without his beautiful, strong roman nose. Oh, and while we're at it lets not forget his thick eyebrows. Jasper with no eyebrows would make my day, he had eyebrows to make any model cry in envy. 

I pushed the thoughts away and shrugged to Joanna's question. "He's probably in his office or something... you know he's dating my Mum right?" I said, raising an eyebrow. 

I somewhat trusted Joanna, but around Jasper? I was a bit unsure. It wasn't Jasper I was worried about, it was my mother. As much as the witch tended to always get on my last nerve I did care for her... in some sense. Girls will be girls and horny girls will be horny girls. Not saying that Joanna would do such a thing...but...you know... 

Joanna frantically waved her hands about, her blush deepening. "No, no, no!" She squealed embarrassedly, "I would never actually touch, I just like to look." 

"Take a picture?" I suggested with a yawn. 

She seemed to ponder over it before Juliana slid in. "Don't even think of it, Joanna. You are not taking a picture of him," She said. 

Joanna pouted. "Why not?" 

"Why not?" Julianna exasperated, "because it's creepy as fuck, that's why." 

Joanna rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Just like that time you took photos of your ex?" She muttered. 

Juliana turned pink. "T-that was different!" She stuttered. 

"How so?" Joanna asked. 

"It just was!" She retorted. 

"Whatever," Joanna muttered, turning her body away from her sister.