"Um, why are we glowing?"
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My body pressed against the wall, his body pressed against mine. His soft, plump, lips move their way down my neck and to the valley of my breasts, peppering sloppy kisses along the way. I look down at the mop of chocolate brown curls that tickle my neck, I can't see his face. All of a sudden, he freezes.
"Arabella," he says without looking up.
"Wake up."
"What?" I ask confusedly.
"Wake up Arabella, wake up." his voice slowly begins to fadeaway.
"Arabella, get your áss out of bed before I drag you to school myself." My foster sister Angela says, peeling the sheets off my, now cold, body. I choose to ignore the dream, seeing as it's been happening for the past week.
"I almost forgot how sweet you are in the morning." I say sarcastically.
"Cry me a river." She says walking out of my room and slamming the door behind her.
I let out a sigh before climbing out of my beautiful, beautiful, bed and begin to get ready for school.
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Pulling up to my personal favorite héll hole, I notice how no one is outside like they usually are. There must be a new kid. I walk inside, my heels clicking against the tiled floor as I make my way through a large group of people, most likely crowding around the new kid. I roll my eyes at them and make my way to my group of friends.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here." Jake says looking at me with a smirk on his face.
"Where have you been for the past 4 days?" Ashley looks at me bewildered.
"Yeah, you missed seeing the new kid." Daniel says laughing. I give them a shrug before looking around for Dylan.
"I'll explain during lunch, where is the so called 'boyfriend' of mine?"
"Right here." I hear Dylan whisper in my ear as his arms snake around my waist.
I smile before turning around and giving him a peck on the lips.
The first bell rings, signaling for us to go to our 1st class.
