Touch Me While I Taste You

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Arabella Rivera

“This is so stupid.” Gwen groaned her blonde hair whips behind her shoulders. Her long nails tapped on her bedazzled steering wheel as she focuses her eyes on the road ahead.

“What is?” I asked half-interested, half not. My mind was too occupied with thoughts of, him. Why was I jealous of Sasha? I barely know the girl.

My mood had drained and turned into crap from the moment Sasha and I’s conversation ended. I was never the go lucky, preppy girl like Gwen. I was more o n the salty, tense and mind your damn business side. But still, my mood had never dropped this low.

“Like why waste your time making up a rumor if it’s not true? Here all the girls he dumped thought he finally got what he deserved only to be handed a platter of lies and disappointment. She made the entire female population ashamed.” Gwen hissed, fingers turning a shade of ash as she gripped the wheel a little

tighter than necessary.

I rolled my eyes. She had been talking about this from the moment we left the school’s ground. Don’t get me wrong I was happy that Sasha had succeeded in killing off the blazing fire of lies about Haiden, but I wasn’t exactly in the mood t o hear about a guy I can’t keep out of your head.

“That’s exactly why they call it a rumor Gwen, it’s lies made for morons to believe. In other words, you’re stupid to even believe what others say.” I let out without thinking. Admittedly, I haven’t been thinking straight for a couple of days now. 1

Whatever left my mouth nowadays were just fragments of the ticking time bomb o n the tip of my tongue.

Gwen gives me a side-eye, face scrunching up with the look of startlement and confusion. “What or who got your panties in a knot today? You have been awfully more hostile and moody.”

“My panties are un-knotted thank you very much.” I mumble.

I looked out the window, latching my eyes on the buildings and little shops on the side of the road as we raced past them. This part of town was always my favorite. It’s where I would get a glimpse of, them.

The little happy family that owned a pet shop. They always looked so chirpy and happy as they talked to their customers. But it wasn’t exactly that, that drew my intrigue.

It was the raw look of love passing between parents and son. Something so rare that I now looked forward to catching a glimpse of that rare emotion every day.

When the pet shop came into view my heart skipped a beat. It always does. I never really figured out why. But somewhere deep, deep down inside, I knew that it was because I lacked what they had. Love was never an expression I expressed

intriguing to

o naturally

ginger-colored kitten cuddled in his arm. His mother laughed

through the clear glass window how the man playfully pecked

way between his parents, wanting all the attention on

first

out of my haze of gazing at the happy

my eyebrows a REOMSI

meltdown? You know

laugh. “This isn’t what pmsing mean

groans.” Whatever, it means the same

my eye, feigning to be thinking.” The saying

my genius best friend, I’m wrong. You win.” She huffs turning the

my house came into view I couldn’t help but feel the weight of dread overcome my

a lot about us, we were nothing but a blank canvas that had been painted over to outweigh and hide the imperfections that were still hidden

stops beside the curb and turns to No face me, still leaving the ignition g. “See

see you

opening the car and swang the bag strap over

“Wait.” She called out.

Or should I just wear push-ups instead? I’m going on a date tonight and the guy is kinda older, s

bras. The push-ups make your boobs look like they’re

at the chirpy blonde. “And why

I couldn’t get a proper conversation out of you, I just thought you wouldn’t care or listen.” She

.O REDMI

flips her hand.

not so moody anymore. So AI QUAwhat color lingerie should I wear? And

I rather die, or get

I rather die, or get

tipped into a