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Arabella Rivera 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“What the hell happened to you?” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I tear my eyes from the spot where I had been glaring at for minutes. The very same spot Haiden’s truck had disappeared from my sight. I focused my eyes on Gwen, her blue eyes glistening with confusion and laughter as they scan over my body. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When had she pulled up with her pink convertible? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The pink was not something you’d occasionally look past. No, it was one of those pink colors that catches one’s attention a mile away. The pink that glistened in the sun as it zooms past, demanding attention. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Instead of answering her question, I asked her one of my own. “What time is it?” There is a slight edge to my tone that would chill bones. 

 

 

 

 

My first day as a senior was going fun-fucking-tastic. My clothes were dirty and my head was racing with images of flattening Haiden’s truck tires. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sucked in a calming breath. This isn’t me, thinking such bad thoughts isn’t me. 

 

 

 

 

Gwen’s eyes shift to the dashboard and read the time out loud.” Seven-thirty. Still enough time to go buy some weed from Spencer.” She joked. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I squinted my eyes. “Ha-ha very funny. Give me five minutes to change, I’ll be back.” I grumble dryly, turned on my heel and headed back to my two-story home. It felt odd calling it home when it felt anything but. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Took your precious time.” Gwen smacked her lips, rubbing the gloss on her lips as she looked at herself in the rearview mirror. I let out a breath and slammed the car door a tad bit too harshly. I turn to face her. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Well, I had a little chat with Gertrude.” I huffed, turning around to throw my bag in the backseat. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She asked her voice

 

 

 

 

securely. Gwen could be a tad bit reckless as a new driver who only got her

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wait? Then no, you don’t need to know.” I say with irritation in every

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes I believe she’s my mother and not the pencil neck mannequin.” I grumble, reaching back to

 

 

 

 

 

 

driveway. She turns to give me a once over quickly before setting her eyes back on the

 

 

 

 

 

 

were printed on the soft cotton material that reached a couple of inches above my knees. I usually hated anything bright that

 

 

 

 

 

 

hate towards bright colors. Perks of her being a close friend for years. Or shall

 

 

 

 

 

 

She nods

 

 

 

 

 

 

places her palm over my thigh. Turning to me, she smirks. ” Or, you just want to show off those sexy legs and have every hot blooded male’s attention.” She sends

 

 

 

 

 

 

grasp it first

 

 

 

 

 

 

light. “I’ll tell you what the pros are babe.” She turns to me, grins, removes one hand off the steering

 

 

 

 

guys dick standing up in salute.” She laughs loudly and returns her hands to

 

 

 

 

 

 

much information.” I cringed feeling rather uncomfortable with the dress

 

 

 

 

fits of laughter at my displeasure while I

 

 

 

 

 

 

song we both enjoyed. Turning to face each other we began singing. “Wanna know what it’s like. Baby, show

 

 

 

 

 

 

type. I just wanna fuck all night.” Gwen yells

 

 

 

 

 

 

We sang simultaneously and burst into fits of

 

 

 

 

 

 

over and lows down the volume. She gives me a side-eye and smiles. ” Guess you’re now more relaxed and looking forward to our first day as seniors?” She questions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

snorted. “Yeah still

 

 

 

 

 

 

like a leech so

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crap the torture. It sounds horrible.

 

 

 

 

my slightly pale complexion, I was certain that a soft red color

 

 

 

 

 

 

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