Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Araba HRT

Gwen placed her elbow on the desk and Het her chin on her open palm while releasing a sigh. “I would so do Mr. Baydi f he’d just asked. I man look at that sad, miseralle, Spy balls old man with the tamper ola bulldog. I’m telling you, he’d be a good lay.”

Mr. Boyd was one of those teachers that always woke up on the wrong side of the bed on Thornings. His face has always illustrated a man of annoyance wha scomed at any moving figure whether animal or not. The only indication that the man ever smiled in his life were the laugh lines infixed on his round face.

Gwen’s head whirls to face me and her blue cyes twinkle. This definitely counted is one of the curses of having the same class with her. We were on fourth period and Gwen had successfully annoyed Every teacher possible.

“He only turned forty-five last week,” I gave her a ‘what the fuck’ look. That’s bot old.” I pointed out, pulled out the

ali.1 pointed out, mille rust the matelook from my bag and placed it on

Gwen rolled her eyes and smacked her Tips. “Five more year ofty, That’s like haliwy b il. He’s ald.” She shrug and smiled dreamily when Mr. Boyd slams the classroom door shu.

The sound reverberates through the four walls of the class, managing to throw a tom poster of a map that had beei hanging on for dear life by a single thumbtack. It must feel so relieved right now.

Il See, told you he still has it.” Gwen fake shivers and sighs faintly.

Without sparing her a glance, I flipped m y notebook and began filling in the tiny white holes with my pencil and murmur blandly. “Yeah, he still has a wife.”

Gwen huffs. “Mood killer.”

Boyd’s dark blue eyes inspect the entire classroom until they stopped on an empty desk and chair further in the corner all the way

the back of the clas… The blue turns the color of the conly sky

jaw ticked in irritation when

to, “Haiden you’ve already used up all your excusess o don‘t even bother. Have a seat and close my dang door.” The gruffness and anger i n Mr. Boyd’s voice could surely bend

beside me and this time I don’t hold back the rolling of my

at the worse possible time. She giggled

me once again and I found myself staring at Haiden. He didn’t bother

eyes were unmoving, cold and dead as he

est

why he had

That is until i Teinbered what transpired between us i n the hallway. The littlepek of interest dkd when I quickly blew it

to pass beside me. I Froze, tearing my eyes away from the intimidating lary. I was not afraid of Haider. Still,

on my pale arms stood up and goosebumps surfaces on my skin as the scent of cigarettes and mint hit me I lift my eyes, tongue-tied when Haiden’s eyes fall on m e. My mouth runs dry and something flashes

limbs all of a sudden turned languid and as though not having the strength to hold the pencil

day Cross.” Mr. Boyd sury’s with fury

S

furious arrows his

only add to his ‘bud boy’ chuon. Only that it wasn’t a

my chest. Why was I so nervous all of a

on the back of my notebook as Haiden removes his foot off the pencil and crouches down. I looked at the front, my face impassive as I swallowed. My pulse race when I felt

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255