Touch Me While I Taste You

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Arabella Rivera

Monday had rolled in quickly. I hated Mondays, in fact, I think that was the only thing the rest of humanity and I had i n common.

I also didn’t get much sleep last night, seeing that my parents were roaring at each other the entire night. The shattering of glass as it hit a hard surface, wasn’t something I could get out of my head.

The sound had replayed over and over in my head every time I tried to succumb to my exhaustion last night. Apparently, father worked overtime and had not bothered to inform his wife, my mother.

Something so little brought on such rage that they invoked insomnia in their daughter without even knowing. Or maybe they did, and just didn’t care.

“Arabella.” A nudge on my shoulder has REDMI NOTE VS groaning. Another nudge and I

QUADCA vertemplated if to curse or kill the person

slowly.

I squeezed my arm around my face as I try to get comfortable on the desk. At any moment now, sleep would consume me and I didn’t care that I was in the middle o fclass and was supposed to be jotting down……what again?

Crap I can’t remember.

“Arabella.” Another nudge nearly has my head rolling off my arm. I hissed but refused to get up or spare him a word. I was tired, exhausted, sleep-deprived and all the other words that resonated with it. Can’t a girl get some rest?

“If you keep this up Mr. Boyd would have you out of the class.” Christian grumble.

“Yeah what he said. Wake your lazy sexy ass up.” A slap on the back of my head had me snapping up and pinning Gwen with a nasty glare. She quickly points at the corner of her mouth and mouths drool.

I swiftly wipe the corners of my mouth, indeed feeling the wetness of my own saliva that somehow trickled down the corners of my mouth.

Suddenly a heavy feeling of being

swidenly a heavy feeling of being watched laps over me. My eyes, without any warning, draw towards the piercing eyes I could sense from across the room. Brown. Deep. And calculating.

Something tightens in my stomach and snakes all the way down to my core. I knew that feeling

A feeling Haiden only seemed to invoke i n me whenever he is near. I suppose that’s a lie seeing that he doesn’t have to be near me anymore to have the feeling affect me.

His eyes tear away from my face and settle on Christian who chose to sit near me today.

He snaps his head to the front and for the rest of the class doesn’t spare me another

attitude then his hot. It’s like he intentionally wants to mess with my head and sadly

one

saury my

day then the next, treat me like I was the spawn of Satan? H e was

were red flags to

e to pack up. I could sense Gwen’s urgency as she wanted to get out of Mr. Boyd’s class as soon as possible. But I was too tired to move quicker in packing u p my stuff. And probably

race but that’s pushing it. I mean how is that even possible? Did Mr. Turtle magically grow a set of rollerskates under his

the moral of the story. The turtle won

rabbit.” Christian shrugged.

rabbit.” Christian shrugged.

pursing her cherry glossy lips. “Great another genius like Arabella. Will I always be

swinging the bag strap over my shoulder. “No one calls you

“How would you know? You

to hear your teenage problems or your obtuse conversation. If I wanted t o hear drama and stupid talk, I’d go to the

by Mr. Boyd’s use of words. Honestly speaking, it wasn’t the

is finished. I’m having trouble with the boy t o agree with

Gwen and Christian, who stood beside the door. “Sure Mr. Boyd.” I barely got to finish the

to dislocate my arm from its socket?” I grumble, prying my hand out

glare. “Well if you weren’t taking so long t o pack up then

pack up. Then we both would be happy.” I grumble. I wasn’t exactly in a cherry mood today. In fact, the sound of everyone walking the hallways made me picture myself stabbing

I needed therapy.

“Hey are you okay?”

me with a look of worry. I tried to smile. I really did, but I swore I heard my mouth creaking like a rusty wrought

Torced to crack open.

true. But I rather keep most away from anyone. I don’t think mother or father would appreciate me telling anyone that they were having

I couldn’t get a wink last night or Saturday night. Something to do with Haiden coming home late and always spotting either a slash on his face or

Haiden did come home later than usual. In fact I barely get a glimpse of him nowadays. Unfortunately, I found my

How’s it been living with the Cross’s?” Gwen’s question piqued with curiosity. I was curious too, but

“Can I say I hate it so much that

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in all of this? Didn’t she hate anything that had to do with