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 seemed

with  him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first place. Everything now just felt

on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed

stomach rolls in unease as I stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously, finally gaining

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

my eyes 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 my eyes away, feeling

as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon.

 accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into an

If you want to be graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses his  ankles. “Now get to work all of

“Don’t worry about him Ley, he  probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish

that it had done  to me.

me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then  my entire hand, cocooning my hand with it’s

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

refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but I could sense the tension between

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

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