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. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hair and the most babiest of blue eyes. Doll like to be considered a barbie doll, very opposite from my dull brown hair and my smoky green eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

day that’s approaching.” I grumble

 

 

 

 

 

 

of the world, we’ll be fine. Besides, it’s my year to be cheer captain. Come on, I need my best friend to be as

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You’re right, it’s not like I have

 

 

 

 

 

 

would be fucking cool! 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

 

 

 

 

 

 

my hand over my forehead, regretting it completely when I touched the tender spot where I had knocked it earlier. “Gwen.” I

 

 

 

 

 

 

That would suck going to school with a bump the size of a golf ball on

 

 

 

 

 

 

that’s too yellow, nasty.” She murmurs, not to me

 

 

 

 

 

 

to rent out a party bus? Furthermore, have any alcoholic drinks

 

 

 

 

 

 

couple of seconds before she agreed.” True.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Tell me about

 

 

 

 

 

 

the dark pink skirt I bought yesterday?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

don’t arrive at school late, then it’s totally fine. You should wear the pink skirt, though it’s a

 

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