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. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

brown hair and my smoky green eyes that occasionally looked grey or blue. She and I became friends when she moved here with her parents when she was the

 

 

 

 

 

 

reminding me of the dreadful day that’s approaching.” I grumble

 

 

 

 

 

 

world, we’ll be fine. Besides, it’s my year to be cheer captain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

on my stomach. “You’re right, it’s not like I have a ton of pressure on my shoulders.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 noticed my

 

 

 

 

 

 

completely when I touched the tender spot

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

her end. “Yeah, that’s too yellow, nasty.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

you really think my parents would even allow me to rent out a party bus? Furthermore, have any alcoholic drinks near me?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

other end for a couple of seconds before she agreed.” True. Your parents are too strict Arabella, sometimes I feel sorry for you.” She

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Tell me about

 

 

 

 

 

 

the dark pink skirt I bought yesterday?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

rubbing the tender spot on my

 

 

 

 

 

 

pops the p. “About that, I’ll be picking you up a little later tomorrow

 

 

 

 

 

 

wear the pink skirt, though it’s a little

 

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