Ashley’s pov

 

She doesn’t stare long and quickly sets her attention on Blake. He didn’t look surprised to see her here. I wasn’t either, I don’t think any of us were.

 

She plops down on his thigh, one of her hands coming around his head to draw him forward. Her shiny bright red painted nails mock me as she tenderly touches his jaw.

 

A second later their lips are molding together and suddenly a wave of jealousy swims through my body. My gut twisted at the sight and I quickly look away. I could feel my skin prickle,like tiny stabs of needles piercing my flesh.

 

Either it was from hatred or it was from shame. Shame that I was jealous. I shouldn’t be, I had no right, afterall she was his girlfriend. I hated it, hated that I couldn’t control it.

 

I find myself excusing myself to go to the bathroom. Excuses excuses. My conscience mocks me. They didn’t seem to acknowledge me, not that I cared. Or maybe I did because I felt a stab of hurt when Blake continued to suck her face.

 

It should be normal, I’ve seen them done it multiple times. I should’ve gotten used to it by now. But I could never find myself to. Maybe that’s why I’ve gotten addicted to reading erotica novels, my life certainly lacked the romance.

 

I pushed the chair away as I got up. It was only when the chair made a scraping sound did Blake pull away. His lips are raw, red and swollen. My heart constricts at the sight. I move my eyes away from them, finding it unbearable to see him enjoy kissing her.

 

His brows are furrowed as he scans my body. “Where are you going?”

 

not want him to think that I had a problem with his girlfriend. You do. Yet again the little voice in my head makes an

 

told him for the second time. If you weren’t busy sucking her face

 

him attitude. It wasn’t his fault, it was mine for liking

 

that has me chuckling. “Order for me would you? You already know what I like.” I directed it to Ryan. But it wasn’t his

 

away from Stacy’s. I could

 

cocking a perfectly arched eyebrow. “You’re

 

his eyes. “Oh how could I forget a large

 

the stall, the tears I had desperately tried to keep at bay

 

 

eyes. Why was this so hard? Blake was my best friend, I

 

and it was getting hard to keep it hidden. I had always had a crush on him, the boy who was my first friend. The boy who wasn’t afraid to fight off my bullies in the ninth grade when Ryan wasn’t there that day to help him. The boy who unknowingly stole my heart and never gave it back. But now as I’m thinking more about it, it doesn’t feel like

 

A second later heels clack against the tiled floor nearing my stall. I stiffen my feet pulling up on the bathroom

 

what an embarrassment.” Another female voice

 

shadows disappear. I would’ve sighed of relief if only they had actually left the bathroom and let me wallow

 

how Blake was holding her? The girl literally acts like a damsel

 

on to a guy who’s already taken. Such a shame that Blake only sees her as a best

 

grows cold.They’re talking about

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