Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 17

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boons through the door and wreath through the cour walls of my team. I

OH, twisting and turning as I tried to kick off the tangled bedsheet wrapped around my ankles.

A loud bang on the door has me winding. I had the desire to curse cat whoever was a tiny door trying to wake me up. But my brain worked quickly before my mouth could open, letting me know the feminine voice belonged ta Gerirude before it was too late.

I rolled on my back, stretching my arms out and let out a loud yawn. “Hurry up Arabella it’s late!!!

My tired cyes opened swiftly, being forced to adjust to the light in seconds. What does she mean it was late?

“It’s already seven forty.”

Seven forty!

I got off the bed with the tangled sheets Wrapped around my ankles seeing that I

inly trip and to the dust,

“Fuck.” I said lowly, lighting off the wheet until I had finally won the battle.

kicking it asidel eventually got a hold of the door, unlocked it and swung itopei. Gertrude’s face is a mixture of frustration and urgency. “Why didn’t you wake me u pearlier?” I asked in one breath.

My heart was pounding, unwilling to calm down as an image of Mr. Boyd’s red angry face flashes in my mind. Gertrude’s pinched face gives me a look of disapproval. “I only arrived five minutes ago and had been knocking on your door ever since. Did you not go to bed early?”

asked her one of my own.

tell Gertrude that I had only fallen asleep in the wee hours of the morning. If I did, she’d question me and I didn’t want to have to tell her that m. y parent’s yelling had only

tell her that R. I

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1’ just go get ready quickly.” Every emotion

small smile to ease me

though trying

whirled around to face her. Her eyes scan ny features. “Your parents love you, you

the empty hallway behind her. So empty, so dull. “I

alkerlin my head

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happening to me right now. I was extremely late, not only that but I had an inkling that Gwen was just trying to avoid me. Great, second day of school is

open. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and cringe at the tangled mess of my hair. I picked up a lock of messy brown matted hair, rubbing it between my fingers. “What should I do

the kitchen. I wouldn’t have time to get m y favorite salad on the way so I had to settle

braids had WINYEMELİly in

forty-sixI had taken approximately two minutes to slicwer. I can sahause I had been literally counting down the seconds

struggling to braid my slightly damp hair whilst putting on my panty and

you up?” Her eyes shift to the clock mounted on the wall

“No, she’s already at the school.” I grumble, chewing a little harsher than necessary. I held onto the bag strap in a deathly grip picturing it to be the frustrations I

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stomach. Then hown m I suppose to Twer