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.”

is everyone?” Mr. Boyd’s dark blue eyes inspect the entire classroom until they stopped on an empty desk and chair further in the corner

blue turns the color of the

His jaw ticked in irritation when

Bayd’s cold stare snapped 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

and this time I don’t hold back

the worse possible time. She giggled and throw her palm over her mouth to muffle the sound when Mr. Boyd sent her

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

as he strides over

est

why he had

is until i Teinbered what transpired between us i n the

tearing my eyes away from the intimidating lary. I was not afraid of Haider. Still, he didn’t have to

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

as though not having the strength to hold the pencil between my fingers anymore, it falls out of my hand and rolls down to the floor. Haiden’s eyes

we all day Cross.” Mr. Boyd sury’s with fury rolling in

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furious arrows his way,

cool and colletrd manner only add to his ‘bud boy’ chuon. Only that it wasn’t a chamn, well for me that is. It was more so as an

chest. Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? Was it that I was partly scared that he’d

the pencil and crouches down. I looked at the front, my face impassive as I swallowed. My

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