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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.

looming shadow of annoyance colored his eyes quickly. He snaps his head

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

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Christian waited for m e to pack up. I could sense Gwen’s urgency as she wanted to get out of

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 out

story. The turtle won because he used his brains. He

rabbit.” Christian shrugged.

rabbit.” Christian shrugged.

glossy lips. “Great another genius like Arabella. Will I always be named the dumb blonde in

my eyes at her face while swinging the bag strap over my shoulder. “No one calls you that.”

clicks her tongue. “How would you know? You never listen

I wanted t o hear drama and stupid talk, I’d go to the cinema or the bar.” Mr. Boyd snaps as he loads a stack of

lost and dumbstruck by Mr. Boyd’s use

pinched face looks at me. “Arabella, come to this class when your last class is finished. I’m having trouble with the boy t o agree with the arrangement. Hopefully, by then, he’ll

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

did you want to dislocate my arm from its socket?” I grumble, prying my hand out of her

an impatient glare. “Well if you weren’t taking so long t

my eyes and began walking.” Then maybe you should’ve helped me 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

I needed therapy.

“Hey are you okay?”

of worry. I tried to smile. I really did, but I swore I heard my mouth creaking like a rusty wrought iron gate as

Torced to crack open.

keep most away from anyone. I don’t think mother or father would appreciate me telling

or Saturday night. Something to do with Haiden coming home late and always spotting either

Christian was right, Haiden did come home later than usual. In fact I barely get a glimpse of him nowadays. Unfortunately, I found my eyes always looking for the tall

step -brother. How’s it been living with the Cross’s?” Gwen’s question piqued with

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is she so interested in all of this?

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