Touch Me While I Taste You

Hinding Haden Criss was proving to be the most difficult thing to do. Scratch bring a dry crusty SpongeBob, I was now a hamster on a wheel as I searched high and low for the dann brute.

Of course, I couldn’t exactly ask anyone if they’ve ken the tall brooding bad boy. nor if I want to raise SSPICIOIL

I sighed folding my arms as I leaned my back on the wall opposite the males bathroon. Every guy who would come out after taking a piss would stare at me strangely.

I guess sering a girl standing there watching everyone go in the bathroom is kind of weird considering how my eyes had not left the view of the door.

I know Meredith said Häiden might be somewhere outside and I did look around but nothing. No signs of the boy who kissed me last night. The sudden thought has my fingers unconsciously lifting to tarderly touch my lips.

ewindly. I HTEVE my fingway from me y lisandud my throat. The bry Dontinued to per al me, furrowing his İxraws that Ingled had a piercing

Trip my eyes away from the boy! couldn’t put a name to bul assume he was in my prade. I try to play it cooland collected when the guy struts over come. My jaw locks with annoyance when the scent of musk and spiceflares through m

Ilelt his presence as he intentionally lifts up his arm and leans on the wall, nearly caging me in. I stilled, exhaling out a breath of irntation. “Hey baby-” He started.

“Not interested.” I sneered and shift away from him.

Instead of leaving, the boy moves closer, leaning more towards me. “You’ve been waiting for a guy. Is that not why you’re Standing here? Let me be that guy, we’ll b e quick.” He murmurs and tries to sound alluring but his voice comes out sounding like a little boy seeing porn for the firi

I Fisin my lians at my head turniir face him. I protrudel him with any glare. “Fuckol.” I snapped, fighting that

care that he was twice my size, 1’d find a

don’t he like

the ticking of a cork, I turned around and walked away,

crep seemed to cily be fruitless. Especially with guys staring at me like I was some sort of prostitute on the side

out as I walked the almost empty hallways. How can

“Hey, Arabella!”

three Hyldas I nd

best friends with Gwen right? His impaticni valce

rabeda brow srcastically, not alleswering the teen boy whose seat. socked more than half of his great shirt. He awkwardly smiles and

his eyes around he Scratches the back of his head. She hasn’t been answering any

a lit it once kind of girl and this time was no exception. I had to always be

slouched shoulders

slow breath and regarded the helpless by. “Look Hrandan it’s not you, n’s

realized that I shouldn’t be involving myself in Gwen’s personal life. This was her fight and not mine. Besides she deserves a little bit of pestering from Brandon over here for bad

on a smile, one so fake that I feared my muscles had been stretched too far. “You know what. Gwen is in the cafeteria as we speak and if you can’t find her there, then I’m a hundred percent certain she’ll be behind the bleachers. So go speak to her and tell her how you feel. “I tapped his shoulder to give him a boost of confidence,

Thank you Arabella. You’re not

think this words

had to be anywhere inake then it would surely be i h Mrs. Scott’s