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. 

I place my bag  on the table before

 happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first place. Everything now just felt awkward  with

two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside

stomach rolls in unease as I stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we

 at

lips. Lips that  felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I

eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked  half asleep with

 accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into an unpleasant  frown.The heads of the students turn to face me as  I’ve now gained

question me Miss Grey. Do your work and  I’ll do mine. If you want to be graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses

a  hushed tone then pokes my

him the way that it had done

kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate

 wanted to ask. I wanted to

the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was.

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

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