Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 3

3

Arabella Rivera

I wiped my mouth with the tissue and threw it on the now empty plate. I was seated crossed leg on my bed, back slouched as I wiped the tissue over the dirty plate, completely lost in thought. My phone gives off a ping then buzzes.

There was only one person who would call me this late. Not that I had many friends or contacts to call me either. I was considered an introvert, not that I had any complaint.

I looked at the lit up screen and even though it was to the edge of the bed Gwen’s picture could be seen. I crawled my way to the phone and answered before it stopped. “What are you doing before your big day biatch!”

Of course, this was how she normally greets me. I rolled my eyes falling back on the bed, legs kicked up towards the high white ceiling. This was probably a bad idea considering that I had just finished gobbling down food.

“What big day are you talking about Gwen?” Had she finally lost her bonkers? Gwen was deemed a little crazy sometimes.

I could already picture her rolling her eyes in irritation, pulling the phone away just to glare at it, like I would magically feel it through the device.

“Our first day as seniors Arabella! This is considered a big day for us. The sophomores can finally bow down to us.” She practically squealed in my ears. I had to move the phone away just to avoid my eardrums being affected.

Gwen was the stereotypical chirpy cheerleader with blonde hair and the most babiest of blue eyes. Doll like to be considered a barbie doll, very opposite from my dull brown hair and my smoky green eyes that occasionally looked grey or blue. She and I became friends when she moved here with her parents when she was the age of eleven.

“Thank you for reminding me of the dreadful day that’s approaching.” I grumble swinging my legs in flutter kicks.

“Oh come on Arabella it’s not the end of the world, we’ll be fine. Besides, it’s my year to be cheer captain. Come on, I need my best friend to be as excited as me. Don’t leave me hanging.” She whines.

I sighed. Considering how I was ninety-nine percent sure everyone in my grade couldn’t wait for tomorrow, I was the only sour puss. I turn on my stomach. “You’re right, it’s not like I have a ton of pressure on my shoulders. Honestly, I should just rent a party bus, pull up to school with it and invite everyone to come have an alcoholic drink. Speak about an entrance.”

“Holy shit that would be fucking cool! Too bad we can’t, don’t want the principal suspending us on our first day.” She laughs. Not at all surprised when she hadn’t noticed my sarcasm. Typical Gwen.

I slapped my hand over my forehead, regretting it completely when I touched the tender spot where I had knocked it earlier. “Gwen.” I wince rubbing the spot. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Hopefully, I did not get a bump. That would suck going to school with a bump the size of a golf ball on my forehead. I could already imagine the stares.

“Yeah?” She asked. I heard shuffling on her end. “Yeah, that’s too yellow, nasty.” She murmurs, not to me specifically.

“I was joking. Do you really think my parents would even allow me to rent out a party bus? Furthermore, have any alcoholic drinks near me?” I asked.

It was silent on the other end for a couple of seconds before she agreed.” True. Your parents are too strict Arabella, sometimes I feel sorry for you.” She murmurs.

I sighed. “Tell me about it.”

“Should I wear the dark pink skirt I bought yesterday?” Gwen questions.

I furrow my brow, still rubbing the tender spot on my forehead. “Are you already picking out clothes for tomorrow?”

“Yep.” She pops the p. “About that, I’ll be picking you up a little later tomorrow than usual.”

“As long as we don’t arrive at school late, then it’s totally fine. You should wear the pink skirt, though it’s a little too short.” I said. Gwen laughs. “I promise. And leave my skirt alone, it’s hot.”

Our conversation seemed to be stretching for hours until my ears warmed from having the phone pressed to it for so long. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was already seven-fifty. Soon mother or father will come to check if I am still awake.

Not wanting to get scowled before my senior year even began, I decided to call it a night. After saying goodnight to Gwen, I shift around and throw the phone on the bed.

I blinked at the ceiling for what felt like hours but was just probably seconds. It was quiet except for the sound of crickets. Oddly it was relaxing and my nerves had calmed down exceptionally until I heard a whisper.

Startled, I sit up on my bed, like someone awakening from a nightmare. I almost passed it as probably a show playing on the television downstairs, only that the whispering wasn’t coming from there but outside of my window.

I couldn’t help it, I was intrigued. So being the nosy person I sadly am, I got off the bed and walked to the opened window overlooking the Cross’s house, specifically Haiden’s room. I always leave my windows open at night, the chilly air sets me right to sleep in seconds.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when I spotted a dark haired girl climbing out of his window that faced my room. She kissed him, whispered something probably sexual as he helped her steady herself on the branch she was balancing on.

I moved closer to the window and widen my eyes in fascination when she smoothly climbs down the white oak tree that had branches cut down many times so it would not be as thick and full.

She climbed down as if this was not her first time. I was guessing it wasn’t. Was this conquest number five for this week? The last one was blonde, perhaps he doesn’t have a specific taste like everyone said.

My eyes draw back to Haiden’s window only to suck in a breath when his eyes are already set on me. Smirking, with amusement dancing in his eyes, he winks before closing his window and shutting the blinds.

Well shit.