flavor 307

Chapter 307 

Chapter 307 

Arabella Rivera 

“Crap.” I uttered as I send the bag strap over my shoulder and knocked on the door. 

I was late. 

Taking unnecessary time cleaning my teeth in the bathroom made me lose track of time. 

I peeked through the small squared window through the door, surveying the little I could see. 

“Come in!” Mrs. Bailey’s voice pitched through the closed door. 

I dragged my nail down the gap in my front teeth as a precaution. I wouldn’t want anyone else to point out that I had something stuck between my teeth. 

It was embarrassing enough that Haiden pointed it out after I thought I left him speechless. Only that I hadn’t and he had gotten the last word. 

My fingers wind around the surprising cold door handle, pushed it down then back to open it. Mrs. Bailey’s tangled dyed red hair was the first to come into view before the door widens to reveal the rest of the room. 

Hearing the door creak just the slightest, Mrs. Bailey whips her head to face me. Her mouth parts in awe as she lets her dark–brown eyes behind thick- rimmed glasses scan over my outfit. Her cherry red lips curl into a pleasant beam. 

“You look extra bright today Arabella! Trying for a new look?” She chirped with another flash of her teeth stained by drinking too much coffee. My eyes glance at the coffee mug on her desk, the hot steam causing barely–there fog above the dark liquid. 

The dark rich smell of the coffee was strong, like a blow to the gut. The scent reminded me of father. If I’d ever catch the glimpse of him early in the morning it would be with a steaming cup of that dark liquid drug and an ugly frown marring his face. 

I tear my eyes away from the mug and directed it to Mrs. Bailey. “I guess.” I answered her vaguely and urged my lips to work with me by smiling. It comes out forced due to already having a shitty day but Mrs. Bailey seemed to not read between the lines. 

“Sorry I am late-” I began to apologize but her sweet voice cuts me off. 

She waves me off with a breathy laugh. “Oh, that’s fine. If I were you, I’d probably want to be late for this class too. Besides, we were just discussing and you came just in time. Have a seat.” She pointed to the back where there was an empty desk and chair between two girls. 

Mrs. Bailey was what one would describe as an approaching forty year old wanna be cool teacher. Only that to most, she wasn’t and most that came out of her mouth was belittling her very own self and teaching skills. I do happen to like Mrs. Bailey especially her weird sense of humor, just not when she is too overly chirpy on a Monday morning. 

I nodded and made my way over to the empty seat. With everyone’s eyes staring at me I was beginning to think that I had a target printed on my forehead. Until I remembered that they probably saw a faint bump there. I rubbed the spot just to be sure. 

When I neared the chair, I noted a dark boot cladded foot on top of the worn–out blue chair. My gaze flew to the owner. A brown haired girl stared back at me with eyes the color of chocolate. She scans my features before she blows a bubble with the gum in her mouth. It pops obnoxiously. 

Was this even allowed in class? 

“Do you mind?” I asked gesturing to her foot on the chair my bum was supposed to be perched on. Should I spray it with bleach and disinfectant? The girl could have stepped on dog crap for all I know. 

She smiles and complies by removing her foot off the chair. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. I don’t bother thanking her but settle myself on the chair. I place my bag on the desk and set my attention on Mrs. Bailey who was chirping like those annoying birds that wake you up on mornings. 

Five minutes into the class a small piece of paper slides onto my desk. I look down at the bright pink nail polish and drag my eyes up to the owner. Chocolate eyes stared at me sheepishly, brown hair framing her oval face. The girl I could not put a name on murmured softly. “Can you pass that to Kate 

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please?” 

I was about to ask her who Kate was but she then gestured to the blonde girl sitting across me. I nearly groaned aloud. Just my luck to sit tentamen live types of friends. The type where they send pointless paper back and forth with stupidity written on them just to pass time. 

Great, just great. 

“Sure.” I grumble and grasped the paper. 

But before I gave it to Kate my eyes had caught a glimpse of what the brown–haired girl wrote. She had not bothered to fold it to not let stray eyes sed so 1 figured I had the green light to peek. I later regretted it when I saw the words written on the torn piece of paper. 

I sucked Haiden’s cock last night. 

She had even drawn what I presume was a cock and tongue, but it looked like a worm and a leaf. Her blatant suckish drawing skills were not what I wa cringing at. It was the knowledge of now knowing that she was probably the girl I saw climbing down the tree last night. How coincidental. 

I cleared my throat, hoping she hadn’t noticed that I had peeked at the paper. I swiftly pass the torn paper to Kate who looked at me confused. I pointed at the brown haired girl.” She told me to give it to you.” I murmur trying and failing to remove what I just read out of my head. 

Kate nods and lets her dark eyes fall to the paper. She reads what is written and giggles. Tilting her head to stare at her friend she makes a motion of someone sucking a cock with her hand and mouth. This time I didn’t stop the cringe from emerging on my face and quickly snap my head to the front 

I prayed the bell would ring sooner than later.