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. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

blonde 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 or blue. She and I became friends when she moved here

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

be cheer captain. Come on, I need my best friend to be as excited as me. Don’t leave me hanging.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

shit that would be fucking cool! Too bad we can’t, don’t want the principal suspending us on our first day.” She

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

not get a bump. That would suck going to school with a bump the size of a golf ball on my forehead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

heard shuffling on her end. “Yeah, that’s too

 

 

 

 

 

 

think my parents would even allow me to rent out a party bus? Furthermore, have

 

 

 

 

 

 

she agreed.” True. Your parents are too strict Arabella, sometimes I

 

 

 

 

 

 

me about it.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wear the dark pink skirt I bought yesterday?” Gwen questions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

be picking you up

 

 

 

 

 

 

fine. You 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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