Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Araba HRT

Gwen placed her elbow on the desk and Het her chin on her open palm while releasing a sigh. “I would so do Mr. Baydi f he’d just asked. I man look at that sad, miseralle, Spy balls old man with the tamper ola bulldog. I’m telling you, he’d be a good lay.”

Mr. Boyd was one of those teachers that always woke up on the wrong side of the bed on Thornings. His face has always illustrated a man of annoyance wha scomed at any moving figure whether animal or not. The only indication that the man ever smiled in his life were the laugh lines infixed on his round face.

Gwen’s head whirls to face me and her blue cyes twinkle. This definitely counted is one of the curses of having the same class with her. We were on fourth period and Gwen had successfully annoyed Every teacher possible.

“He only turned forty-five last week,” I gave her a ‘what the fuck’ look. That’s bot old.” I pointed out, pulled out the

ali.1 pointed out, mille rust the matelook from my bag and placed it on

Gwen rolled her eyes and smacked her Tips. “Five more year ofty, That’s like haliwy b il. He’s ald.” She shrug and smiled dreamily when Mr. Boyd slams the classroom door shu.

The sound reverberates through the four walls of the class, managing to throw a tom poster of a map that had beei hanging on for dear life by a single thumbtack. It must feel so relieved right now.

Il See, told you he still has it.” Gwen fake shivers and sighs faintly.

Without sparing her a glance, I flipped m y notebook and began filling in the tiny white holes with my pencil and murmur blandly. “Yeah, he still has a wife.”

Gwen huffs. “Mood killer.”

they stopped on an empty desk and chair

all the way the back of the clas… The blue turns the color of the conly sky when a storm is

in irritation when the door he

used up all your excusess o don‘t even bother. Have

chleps softly beside me and this time I

bring it up at the worse possible time. She giggled and throw her palm over her mouth to muffle the sound when Mr. Boyd sent her a

myself staring at Haiden. He didn’t bother to

were unmoving, cold and dead as he strides over to

est

why

is until i Teinbered what transpired between us i n the hallway.

beside me. I Froze, tearing my eyes away from the intimidating lary. I was not afraid of Haider. Still, he

my skin as the scent of cigarettes and mint hit me

though not having the strength to hold the pencil

all day Cross.” Mr. Boyd sury’s with

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with an angry Bicherheiting furious arrows his way,

colletrd manner only add to his ‘bud boy’ chuon. Only that it wasn’t a chamn, well for me that is. It was more so

step atop the pencil and he halts. My heart jerks in my chest. Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? Was it

notebook as Haiden removes his foot off the pencil and crouches down. I looked at the front, my face impassive as I swallowed. My pulse race when I felt him place the pencil on

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