Its Chewsday Innit Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Okay... priorities. Have you had deep-dish pizza yet?” “No.” “A Chicago hot dog? With the neon green relish?” “No.” “Garrett popcorn? Caramel and cheese? You have to mix them or it doesn't count.” “We literally got here, Chloe. I haven't even brushed my teeth yet.” “Okay, okay,” she says, nodding. "But today. Today you have to. And you have to take pictures. Lots of pictures. I need a full digital scrapbook.” “I will,” I whisper, my eyes darting back to the sleeping man behind me. “Just… later.”

“Yeah, man. What?” “I chew this and spread it on my skin? Is that how this works?” “Yeah.” I grit my teeth, take the bag, and head for the locker room. Kenny, Seth, and the Powell pup with my water bottle fall in behind me. “Stay out until I call.” I grab the water. I’m gonna need it. After I stick my phone in the speaker and turn on my music, I brace myself and bite a hunk off the root and start chewing. It tastes worse than it smells. Truly rancid.

I shoot back a quick message in the group text just saying that I’m okay and I’ll call tomorrow. We then stay up about another half an hour as I run down several things. His face is a contortion of shock but also, relief mostly. He confesses he’s obsessed with chewing ice, something Grace does constantly. I’m fond of it myself, but I never had access to ice until I moved here so it's still a novelty.

Chloe was leaning against the fridge, holding two mugs. "He lives!" Tess announced, waving the nail polish brush. "Did Pumpkin sit on you? He likes to suffocate guests." "The cat is a menace," I gritted out. "Here." Chloe handed me a mug. It was chipped and said DON’T TALK TO ME UNTIL I’M HOT. I stared at it. "It's coffee," Chloe said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Instant. But it's caffeine." I took a sip. It tasted like battery acid and sugar. I drank it anyway.

as he waited for the vending machine to drop some Lays potato chips cause who doesn’t love Lays. As the Lays potato chip drops to the bottom he reached out for it and headed back to room 506. Lukas and his mate Chloe weren’t there anymore and Theo knew his pheromones are getting out of control so he got some injectable suppressant to be able to control his raging smell that attracts females unnecessarily in this time period.

But I am sure to reserve a whole coke for us in case all the pack members are interested in tasting them. “Let me give you a taste,” I said, pulling Nix close to me as I slice the cheesecake. I asked him to open his mouth and he smirked, willfully opening his mouth as I shove in the cheesecake. “Greg and Chloe, you should have a taste as well.” Then Greg went right on to pick up his own slice.

She sings and holds out two chips in front of my face. I sigh, "Nacho chips? Seriously?" I grunt and lie back on my bed. Tessa doesn't give up and waves the packet over me. " These are very tasty. I promise you will like them." She sings and keeps waving the yellow packet over me. That's when the thought clicks into my head. The day of the party. Tristian offered me the same. He must like them. Are they really that tasty? I look at the packet dancing over me and grab it. Getting up, I tear the packet and put one chip into my mouth. "Mmmm…" I moan as the spicy tangy flavour melts into my tongue.

We walk into the gas station and Kayla says, "Pick your poison. I'm buying, birthday girl". I think pure chocolate is the best thing for me, so I grab a king size chocolate bar nothing else in it... just straight chocolate. Kayla looks at it and says, "You got it. I just hope you don't make yourself sick before the fun tonight." I shake my head as I wait for her to pay for it and say, "Not going to happen. I plan on trying to make this last all day". She laughs and we go to school.

The holy trinity of cheat-day heaven. “Hey, Claire! What’s cooking?” I shouted, kicking off my shoes and throwing my bag onto the couch like I owned the place. Her head popped out from the kitchen, hair tied up in a messy bun, cheeks flushed from running around. “Popcorn, chips, and candy. The essentials.” “Bless you,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest dramatically. “I would die for you.” We set up together, lining the coffee table with bowls of gummies and chocolate bars, scattering sodas around like grenades waiting to explode with sugar highs.

Hailey suddenly sounded more life her self. That very familiar mischievous glint was playing in her eyes. “Remember that crazy day in highschool?” I frowned. “Which one?” With Hailey, everyday was like a crazy day back then. She grinned. “Remember that jerk Chad who always stuck gum in your bag?” I rolled my eyes. “How could I ever forget? I was always smelling like peppermint. You won't believe I still get PTSD whenever I inhale that smell.” “Poor Chad, he was sickly in love with you, and you never for once noticed him,” Hailey laughed.