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. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

with 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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

the end 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 excited

 

 

 

 

 

 

puss. I turn on 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

 

 

 

 

 

 

the principal suspending us on our first

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

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, not to me

 

 

 

 

 

 

parents would even allow me to rent out

 

 

 

 

 

 

silent on the other end for a couple of seconds before she agreed.” True. Your

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Tell me about

 

 

 

 

 

 

dark pink skirt I

 

 

 

 

 

 

rubbing the tender spot on my forehead. “Are

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll be picking you up a little later tomorrow

 

 

 

 

 

 

at school late, then it’s totally fine. You should wear the pink skirt, though

 

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