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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. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

want to know?” She asked her voice

 

 

 

 

be a tad bit reckless as

 

 

 

 

 

 

about being more careful where I wait? Then no, you don’t need to

 

 

 

 

 

 

me. Sometimes I believe she’s my mother and not

 

 

 

 

 

 

She turns to give me a once over quickly before setting her eyes back on the road. “Nice dress.” Her lips quirked into

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

bright colors. Perks of her being a close friend for years. Or shall I say a disadvantage? “Shut up. It

 

 

 

 

 

 

nods

 

 

 

 

 

 

” Or, you just want to show off those sexy legs and have every hot blooded male’s attention.” She sends me a playful wink before drawing her eyes back

 

 

 

 

 

 

slapping her hand away. “Or……..I just so happen to grasp it first and had not bothered to

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

cringed feeling rather uncomfortable with the

 

 

 

 

I pull it down. Gwen continues to have her fits of laughter at my displeasure

 

 

 

 

 

 

the car radio until I heard a familiar song we both enjoyed. Turning to face each other we began singing. “Wanna know what it’s like. Baby, show me what it’s like.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

just wanna fuck

 

 

 

 

 

 

I need to know.” We

 

 

 

 

 

 

reachers over and lows down the volume. She gives me a side-eye and smiles. ” Guess you’re now

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Yeah still no.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

of Arabella, I’ll literally be stuck to you like a leech so you won’t ever be alone.” She

 

 

 

 

 

 

a pained face. ” Crap the torture. It sounds horrible. Oh,

 

 

 

 

my slightly pale complexion, I was certain that a soft red color has already merged on my thigh by

 

 

 

 

 

 

feelings Arabella. And here I thought you enjoyed my

 

 

 

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