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

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

the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside  a decent size gla*s tray before

I stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?”

eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,

trailing down to his lips. Lips that  felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear

on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap

comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into

He hisses and crosses his  ankles. “Now get to work all of you!” He shouts  angrily. Everyone turns away from me and starts

 probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish feeling I

after all.  Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had forgotten all about it. And

than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then  my entire hand, cocooning my hand with

I asks, trying to make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I

and  far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but I

But when does Ryan ever be early for

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