Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 3

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Arabella Rivera 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wiped my mouth with the tissue and threw it on the now empty plate. I was seated crossed leg on my bed, back slouched as I wiped the tissue over the dirty plate, completely lost in thought. My phone gives off a ping then buzzes. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was only one person who would call me this late. Not that I had many friends or contacts to call me either. I was considered an introvert, not that I had any complaint. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I looked at the lit up screen and even though it was to the edge of the bed Gwen’s picture could be seen. I crawled my way to the phone and answered before it stopped. “What are you doing before your big day biatch!” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, this was how she normally greets me. I rolled my eyes falling back on the bed, legs kicked up towards the high white ceiling. This was probably a bad idea considering that I had just finished gobbling down food. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“What big day are you talking about Gwen?” Had she finally lost her bonkers? Gwen was deemed a little crazy sometimes. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I could already picture her rolling her eyes in irritation, pulling the phone away just to glare at it, like I would magically feel it through the device. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Our first day as seniors Arabella! This is considered a big day for us. The sophomores can finally bow down to us.” She practically squealed in my ears. I had to move the phone away just to avoid my eardrums being affected. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doll like to be considered a barbie doll, very opposite from my dull brown hair

 

 

 

 

 

 

me of the dreadful day that’s approaching.” I grumble swinging my legs in flutter

 

 

 

 

 

 

it’s my year to be cheer captain. Come

 

 

 

 

 

 

sighed. Considering how I was ninety-nine percent sure everyone in my grade couldn’t wait for tomorrow, I was the only sour puss. I turn on my stomach. “You’re right, it’s not like I have a ton of pressure on my

 

 

 

 

 

 

Too bad we can’t, don’t want the principal suspending us on our first day.” She laughs. Not at all surprised when she hadn’t noticed my

 

 

 

 

 

 

it completely when I touched the tender spot where I had knocked

 

 

 

 

 

 

a bump. That would suck going to school with a bump the size

 

 

 

 

 

 

I heard shuffling on her end. “Yeah, that’s too yellow, nasty.” She murmurs, not to me

 

 

 

 

 

 

think my parents would even allow me to rent out a party

 

 

 

 

 

 

agreed.” True. Your

 

 

 

 

 

 

me

 

 

 

 

 

 

dark pink skirt I bought yesterday?” Gwen questions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

furrow my brow, still rubbing the tender spot on my forehead. “Are you already picking out

 

 

 

 

 

 

p. “About that, I’ll be picking you up

 

 

 

 

 

 

totally fine. You should wear the pink skirt, though it’s a little too short.” I said. Gwen laughs. “I promise. And leave my

 

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