Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 43

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Arabella Rivera

I hated this. I hated that I cared. I hated that I had such a feeling towards, him. He didn’t deserve it. He’d been an asshole ever since he’d started speaking to me.

Going as far as dirtying me. Mocking me for his own amusement. And, kissing me without knowing that he had unintentionally drugged me.

Gwen was right. Mother was right. Everyone was right about, him. He was chaos. He was bad and he was the worst person to ever care for. But he was, human. He had emotions.

And my fucking body can’t seem to let go of the way he kissed me. One fucking kiss and my eyes can’t seem to stop wandering around for a glimpse of him as I walked the half empty halls.

Fuck him. Fuck him and the feelings he painted inside me.

I was good with just getting a glimpse of him through my window. I was okay with hearing the girls’ laughs and fearful

mougar my www.WORLY WITH aring the girls’ laughs and fearful screeches as they climbed the tree to his window.

I was okay with hiding behind my curtain to scrutinize his actions. I was okay with him ignoring me like we weren’t neighbors for years. I was okay with it all.

But suddenly, like a gust of wind knocking down an empty cup, everything changed. Now Haiden’s eyes meet mine every time I look out my window. Now m y heart leaps into a frenzy when he so much as speaks to me. Now I can’t seem t o get him out of my head. I hate it.

“Dude what the hell got into you back there!? Are you fucking crazy, one more strike and no graduation, no school, no college. You’ll be stuck here”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” His voice made me halt in my tracks I was stupid to think that I wasn’t wandering the halls in search of him. In an odd way, I needed to know that he was okay.

“But I couldn’t just stay there and act like what Jamal was saying was okay man. He -fucking disrespected her-”

Tucking disrespected ner

Who is this ‘her’ they keep speaking of?

“Would it be worth it?” The distinct male voice interrupts Haiden’s vexed tone.

worth

feet seem to carry me over towards the closed door where their voices came from. In a sick way, I liked the sound of his voice, even

got a few confused penetrating stares from teens who passed by. I ignored

finally uttered. For a

a short clipped tone that weighed with verity.

the tension emanating from within the closed classroom. So caught u p in my eavesdropping, I didn’t quite

the clicking of the door being

face to embarrass me even further as my eyes snap to a set of dark eyes then brown. The boy who tugged Haiden away

stiffly at me. “Arabella.” He quickly leaves Haiden and

too absorbed in peering at Haiden’s face to be shocked that the

Did the other guy get a hit without me realizing? No that was impossible.

to realize that the words came out of my mouth. I didn’t even care to be seen talking to Haiden. It was like my mind hadn’t registered that I could potentially be

trouble if

curtains back into a blank stare as he leans on the doorframe with ease. “Eavesdropping I see?” His question was

to flash a quick smirk. “I’m really starting t o think you’re a stalker

by doing so, it only seem to

pockets of his sweater. Without so much a sa warning, he utters dryly.

you stick to your own

your so-called perfect life

what he’d say next. His words were harsh and I was ashamed to admit that my heart pained when I detected

  1. me.

He was right.

should stick to my own problems and not meddle in his. I don’t think I can handle his

to the literature class knowing Mr. Boyd would b e there. The man never seems to leave that classroom. Sometimes I feared

“Come in.”

and pried the door open. Mr. Boyd’s eyes were transfixed on the screen of his phone and

head. On the desk before him was a half eaten sandwich and a bottle of

dark eyes lift to my awkward form and he places his phone down on the desk

his brows pinched together. “Did you need

preferably in bright red. But I

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