Chapter 12
Touch Me While I Taste You
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Her Ocean colored eyes snap down to me. âI mean it is considered poetry right?â
Laughter bubbled in my throat. I shook m y head. âThatâs definitely not poetry but two lines from two different books. Have you been reading childrenâs storybooks lately?â
She sends me a sheepish smile. âI babysat Sam two days ago.â
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âSony thene neighbor, didnât see you there.â With another playlul prin he turns around and continues on his way One Two A pale arm slings over my shoulder and draws me impossibly closer to a slender body. âIlaiden fucking Cross JUSİ playfully smiled at you. Like he, fucking, smiled. This is so fucking rare, like Haiden Cross never smiles or winks, Arabella Rivera, what the fuck is going a n?â Gwenâs shocked filled voice blurts out without pause While she awaited my response I wondered how many times she used the word âfuckâ.
âYou should come to church this Sunday Gweneth. Please make an effort so you can be forgiven for speaking such foul language. The Lord opens his arms for What sharpes she has there.
Greit now Iâm the one reciting from a childrenâs book âFuck of Rebel.â Gempat.
Rrbel who was known to also be quite terrified of being confronted jerks back into her locker with a loud clatter and clutches her books to her chest. Her eyes never leaving us as we strolled past her.
Frowning, I mutter to Gwen, â That was mean. Apologizeâ
Gwen lets out a jagged breath before turning back to face Rebel. âSorry Rebel, Maybe youâll see me there. I would so want to be bathed in the blood of Jesus!â
She snaps her head forward and mumbles lowly with a faint tone of fear.â Like Iâd ever go there. Sinning is my calling. What if they sew my vagina? Iâd never be able to have sex again. And she even called me Gweneth.â Her beautiful UTILE , HİTE the lock. I reached i to Lake that my phone the chuck the back inside the lok.
âWeâre in the prime of our lives Arabella I donât want to be old and wrinkly and That have had all the sex I wanted when I was younger. I rather have as many dicks as I can before I choke than none at all.â
Well, that answered my question âTo think she had the audacity for mentioning that awful name.â She hissed, turning around to glare at Rebel who we could still catch sight of.
I rolled my eyes. âYouâll scare the poor âBesides, Gweneth is actually your real nameâI pointed out with an amused chuckle knowing she despised the name Gwen hussed in annoyance, turns back around and threw her own bag inside my und ihrew her hair ind my loveheann Sticho , whatâs what the hellâ look i was bestown on âI mean I know itâs my birth name and the name my mom chose when I popped out of her vagina, but really? Gweneth? I canât help but think that she conceived m e whilst watching some scary shit with witches and blood I raised my hand me wanting to be grossed out before even eating lunch.â Okay I get it.â I wiggle my nose.
Sheshrugs.â You have to admit that Gweneth dous actually sound like a witchâs name.â
I pondered on her words but got side tracked when Brandon who was walking b y. pinches her playfully on her stomach while winking âHey Brandon.â Her eyes gleam with what I recognized as her usual happiness as she flutters her lashes and quickly This hel lip Wernherb , wly. A quick scretive look Nase beween the two plore Gwen HTHIETts Softly: âDefinitely.â
Brandonâs grin nearly splits his face as he rods. His azure colored eyes fall on me and his smile slips, âUh, hey Anatria.â
âHi, Brandon.â I said boredly. Brandon. was what one would call a jockâ. He was the captain of the football team and was a s dumb as they got. I guess I shouldnât judge considering that he could actually run in a straight line.
He scratches the back of his head awkwardly and turn back to face Gwen.â See you tonight then.â
âYou scare them all away with that glare o f yours,â Gwen giggles.
I narrow my eyes. âReally? Didnât you say last week that if you were to ever sleep with a guy on the football team, it would not be Brandon?
Gwen shrugs. âWhat? He has a huge dick.
Czy mind come up with catching up to me. She fixes the very short pink skirt that kept riding up each time she walked. A blonde haired boy whistled when she passes by, Gwen face fixes with a cheery smile and gives hima Swift winik.
âThatâs a freshmartâ I pointed out.
Gwershrugs. âAs long as theyâre cute I donât see any problem.â
âRight.â I nodded. âAnd to answer your previous question I am going for lunch. Werenât you hungry earlier?â I question with a raised brow as I opened the double doors leading to the cafeteria.
The room was already bustling with hungry students who chattered loudly. M y eyes set on those who were in the waiting line. Many of them occasionally pushed at each other.
âOh yeahâ¦..â Gwen laughed and swung her arm over my shoulder and pulls me towards the waiting line.
Her lips nearly brush my ear as she whispers lowly. âDonât think you had successfully distracted me into not asking you about Haiden Cross. I need to know everything.â
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