Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 20

Thaled as all but raced towards the literature class. I was very aware of the ticking clock in my head. I nearly seen i n frustration when Mr. Haydary lace puslies into my mind.

I brought my bag forward, unzipping it quickly to tumnage through my bindert o pull out my written poetry. I needed to make sure cverything was perfect. Mistakes were not an option, not if I want to sit an hour of bantering with mother and father

As my eyes scan over the words, I had not cared to look up at where I was going. I ran smack into a hard muscular back that drew out an oomph out of my lungs. Losing my footing for a quick second, the paper slips through my fingertips.

Igasp, my eyes quickly following the flying paper as it flew over many heads until finally tumbling slowly down to the floor. My heart drops along with it as I push the guy I ran into not so gently

which I don’t bother ha

n d to

“Move” rumble, phishing through In de la gestion paper. My eyes scan over the dirty flooring glaring at the feet of sne barys who stepped on the

I will haunt them in their sleep. I promised myself as I bent down to pick u p the discarded paper.

An angry scream nearly tore through my throat as I witness the dirty shoe prints o n the once white perfect paper. As my stiff fingers touched the thin sheet, vexation seemed to cloud my mind.

isn’t happening to me

wanted to come out a s I spotted dirty patches on the words. By now the alarm in my head was going off, the ringing so unbearable that my

over the words, no matter how few words were jotted down on it. All I

lortunately. Mr. Lyd’s presence was already rooted by his desk Armes falded, an unpleasant scawl on his face and his infamous tapping of his feat as

When it was my turn, I couldn’t help but let my eyes flicker to the small clock situated on the desk behind him. I chew my lips, seeing that a minute had passed

the uplight

the paper to Mr. Boyd, refusing to meet his scowling face and whipped around to walk out of the class. It was very fortunate that I didn’t have literature today. That saved

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grein her lack with a

few batting cons. Her Yes were already on me, glaring in disappravallshifted my weight getting tin comfortable by her sour stare. I found! tridiculous seeing that I

vacant chair and desk other than the one beside hers, but come up shart. I exhalean irked breath and without having

my bum hit the wooden chair, she snaps her head to face me. The blue color of the cheer uniform only magnified the blue of her eyes. But as she continued to glare, the blue turned a darker shade, now

told you to stay away.” She

talkative in class.

Gwen the her attention