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

were confusing, irritating and very immature. I can’t keep up with his cold attitude then his hot. It’s like he intentionally wants to mess with my

talk to me one day

my beraymy

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

flags to stay

ding of the bell. But Gwen and Christian waited for m 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 a little grumpy. But wasn’t I

slowpoke. I know the turtle won the race but that’s pushing it. I mean how is that even possible? Did Mr. Turtle magically grow a set of rollerskates under his belly or did he use some sort of magic trick?” She voiced

definitely lost the moral of the story. The turtle won because he used his brains. He was smarter than the

rabbit.” Christian shrugged.

rabbit.” Christian shrugged.

like Arabella. Will I always be named the dumb blonde in the

strap over

“How would you know? You never listen to

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

Mr. Boyd’s use of words. Honestly speaking,

I’m having

stood beside the door. “Sure Mr. Boyd.” I barely got to finish the last words when Gwen’s fingers

my arm from its socket?” I grumble, prying my

“Well if you weren’t taking so long t

Then we both would be happy.” I grumble. I wasn’t exactly in

I needed therapy.

“Hey are you okay?”

turn to Christian who fixed me with a look of worry. I tried to smile. I really did, but I swore I heard my mouth

Torced to crack open.

really sleep last night. “It was partly true. But I rather keep most away from anyone. I don’t think mother or father would appreciate me telling anyone that

with Haiden coming home late and always spotting either a slash on his face or a bruised eye. Charlotte really let her anger known both

piqued in interest. Christian was right, Haiden did come home later than usual. In fact I barely get a glimpse of him

How’s it been living with the Cross’s?” Gwen’s question piqued with curiosity. I was curious too, but I didn’t want it to be

it so much that I’d

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is she so interested in all of this? Didn’t she hate