Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 16

“You’re late.” Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I  halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the  wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and  radiated upward into my cheeks. 

I shifted on my feet in discomfort. My green eyes  dart to the circular clock on the far wall. He was  right, I was exactly five minutes late. 

I move my eyes away from the clock to scan  around the cla*s. Everyone’s eyes were on me,  studying me, waiting for whatever excuse I would  give. 

But I didn’t have any, somehow my brain seemed  to not function properly this early. Or it was  probably the alcohol that still lingered in my body. 

“Sorry, it won’t happen again sir.” I said softly,  closing the wooden door behind me. 

“Just get to your partner and start working.” He  huffs, leaning back on the leather seat. 

I gulped and with a quick nod strutted to the back.  My head was lowered as I move around desks. I  could hear their whispering, their giggles of humor. 

It made me feel like a tiny ant under a microscope.  I hated it. 

“Since when do you come late to cla*s Ley?”  Blake’s voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he affected me this much and I hated  that I couldn’t help it. 

before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.” My attempt at humor

to talk to him, to joke with  him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never

as I look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside  a decent size gla*s tray

unease as I stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be

his piercing  blue eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,  something about him was different, but

mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear

and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked  half

 before I could stop it. It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his

graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses

in a  hushed tone

awkward after all.  Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had forgotten all about it. And  why does that thought hurt?

I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap

question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had heard  the rumors circling around

and  far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make

ever be early for  school?” He chuckles. He had a point. Ryan was

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