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 that occasionally looked grey

 

 

 

 

 

 

of the dreadful day that’s approaching.” I

 

 

 

 

 

 

year to be cheer captain. Come on, I need

 

 

 

 

 

 

my stomach. “You’re right, it’s not like I have a ton of pressure on my shoulders. Honestly, I should just rent a party bus, pull up to school with it and invite everyone to come

 

 

 

 

 

 

would be fucking cool! Too bad we can’t, don’t want the principal suspending us on

 

 

 

 

 

 

I touched the tender spot where I had knocked it earlier. “Gwen.” I

 

 

 

 

 

 

I did not get a bump. That would suck going to school with a bump the size of a golf

 

 

 

 

 

 

She asked. I heard shuffling on her end. “Yeah, that’s too yellow, nasty.” She murmurs,

 

 

 

 

 

 

rent out a party bus? Furthermore,

 

 

 

 

 

 

before she agreed.” True. Your parents are

 

 

 

 

 

 

me

 

 

 

 

 

 

skirt I

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

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