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. 

the table before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.” My attempt

with  him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I

two animals layed

we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously, finally gaining

I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,  something about him was different, but

on mine, lips I can’t ever

in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked  half asleep with his feet kicked up on the

could stop it. It comes out loud and  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

dissecting.” He hisses

laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish feeling I swat at

doesn’t have to be 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

Blake kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I

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

be early for  school?” He chuckles. He had

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