Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 16

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly through my punted lip My mind had heen racing the entire day. I know we Wanted me to forget about what happened but I just, couldn’t I tried, I really did. But very single time I think about him, the vene in the cafeteria energes back into my head.

The usual churpiness in her voice had definitely reared back into her tone, yet something was different. The way she looked at me was different. Well the way she avoided looking at the I supposel should say. Even dropping me off she didn’t joke about sex which was a shocker.

Seeing how distant she was being with mm e led to my brain working quickly and putting the pieces together. Whatever Halden said to her had something to do with me, or it involved me at least.

I wanted to confront Häiden, ask him what he said to her but after following M 1. Gibbern, Haiden was yet to be seen.

ihin air. No entilis hak pickup van was in the drive w ithout

My Hlahould just

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I crumbled the piece of paper, not liking the draft I had just written and cast it inside the small rose-gold trash can at the foot of the desk.

It was night already. The sun had gone down a few minutes ago, leaving the entire world in complete darkness. Only that the light from the street lamps cased the wandering humans who roamed the streets at night.

I loved the darkness, I craved the sort of quiet relief it gave me.

Night is when my brain can finally detach from what happened prior, when I can hear the crickets and listen to the occasional passing cars. But tonight was different. Tonight my brain was runningo n a treadmill and I feared it was going a bit too fast.

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ining on thoughts of

I wished pullime out another piece of pap from the drawer and set it on the smooth surface of the desk. Mr. Horyd wa a good teacher, If you slap the pare elched on his face daily or the grouchiness in his voice that he can’t seem to lessen on. Apart from that, he was considered one of the best in the school

But giving us an assignment on the first day would not carn hien brownie points any time soon, especially from me. I took literature because I enjoyed reading in mi y spare time but pwetry was where my brain skidded to a stop.

I didn’t hate it per se, I just didn’t enjoy reading it. And writing it? Well, let’s just say a migraine was lurking behind my Eyelids.

“You can’t just write poetry without it moving you, you must feel it, blah, blah, blah.” I snapped faintly.

“Well Mr. Boyd, poetry can kiss my fine 71498.” I grumble, tapping the pencil on the

I couldn’t afford talajthis, it waste

of the termale Falling it would only have mother and father on m y back twenty for SVETL i shivered at the very thought.

“There are so many human emotions, which one should I write about? Uhhh.” I clench my eyes shut.

Love. I’ll just write about lour, it’s the afly efnition that’s easier to write about

Finally agreeing with what I came up with, I opened my eyes and began jotting down randomly on the paper. Ironic that a girl who didn’t know anything about lave chose the emotion to write about 1 can only see this going two ways.

One, I’d make Mr. Boyd cringe but still pass because somewhere deep inside he’s a lover of romance. Two I’d cringe myself, write some nonsense and fail iniserably. The second one wasn’t an. option

Fingerlacing

Team

Never loving home alone

Aflip of herleart

he smile

Akud challeng sound came from Jonyntains. My fingers free and my sichichtwist uncomfortably. “I cooled dinner and you’re telling me you already ale!?” The sharp voice of mother shouts

“You know how long this took me?!” She continued to yell followed by another shattering af glass to the wall

Tjerk in the chair, gripping the pencil tightly. Gertrude worked hall-day todays O mother took it upon herself to cook dinner tonight. I knew it was just to impress father but I suppose it didn’t go a s planned

“I need you to meet me halfway John! I can’t do it all by myself!” Her voice grew until they reechoed through the walls.

We will talk about this tomorrow Margie, not tonight.” Father spat.

TEHyukjesh nghii lunghe To the chair and made my way to my

Islammed it shut hoping it would drumi out their loud asuing Their volcan HOW fled behind ilhe door and I let out a jassed breath

I hated this. I hated this life where we acted to be perfect. Sooner or later the curtains will be pulled or ripped and it will be too late. I just didn’t know if I’ll hate it or love it.

I made my way back to the desk and chair, plopping down with a BILI continued to write, failing to keep my mind off my parents. It’s hard to, when their arguing can still be heard even though it’s muffled

She took in a sharp breath

Oh how she wished they could stay like this for a while

He drew her closer

Filling her with warmth

Her head lay upon his shoulder

They would be more..

I place the pencil at li desh beside the M r; throwing my hand back to strateli Chat with a yaw. The voices of mother and father were but a whisper that I WIN sure would stap in the later hours. I had E y accustomed to it, a line that i

despised

Tclutch the piece of paper, wonning my Eyes over the words I had just written.

A touch to her shanilder

Fingers lacing between her own

Anight to remember

Never leaving home alone

Aflip of her heart as he smile

She took in a sharp breath

Oh how she wished they could stay like this for a while

He drew her closer

Filling her with warmth

Thyw ktore

I started, enocking my very own words. Love was just a facade. There is no such things having love forever. I placed the paper down on the desk when I heard the Sound of an enpinedying I rose from the chair and made my way to the opened winden

Hiding behind the shadows of my cuntalni I peeld behind them. Haiden came out a f his van and slammed the door shut. The door to his house apims and the light from inside illuminates towards the front porch all the way to the driveway with a soft glow.

Mrs. Cross’s shadow comes in the dourway, “Haiden, do you know how late 1 tis?! The principle called

“I don’t fucking care.” He groans walking over to the front door. His eyes flicker quickly to my window before he disappears.

Love was nothing but an illusion. Forever

was even worse.