Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 62 

I closed the door quietly behind me, not wanting to let  mom know that I was home…early. I curse softly  underneath my breath when it still happens to make a  loud thud. 

I hold my breath when a petite woman rounds the corner  with a basket full of laundry. Her brown hair set into a  messy burn atop of her head. Some tendrils framed her  face as she forced to hold the basket. 

She turns to face the door and her eyes widen in  confusion. She places the basket down on the floor and  saunters over to me. 

“How are you so early today baby? Are you sick?” She  asked using the back of her hand to press on my  forehead and neck. 

“Uhh…” I drew out not knowing what to say exactly. 

Should I tell her the truth? No I probably should not. I  open my mouth to speak but the home phone rings in  the living room.

“I’ll be back.” Mom says and turns around to walk  quickly to the phone. I sighed and start to head upstairs  when she comes around the corner frantically. Her eyes  glaring at me. I gulped. 

“Ashley Grey, why did you break a girl’s nose!?” Mom  hissed coming towards me with the phone still pressed  to her ear. 

I bite my bottom lip shrinking back at the intensity of her  glare. “It was an accident.” 

She scowled. “Your fist doesn’t magically end up on  someone’s nose Ashley.” 

I shrugged. “She was asking for it.” 

Her eyes narrow. “Baby I’ll call you back, I need to talk to  our daughter without you asking me questions through  the phone. It’s distracting. “ 

one who called. But  how did he……..Principal William. Ofcourse he would.

 her attention to me. “Ashley what were you thinking? I  did not raise you to

was now my turn to scowl. “Violent? Mother it was just  a punch nothing

gotten into you? What  did this girl do to have gotten you so

was tired  of being a target. I was tired that I had to keep Blake and  I’s relationship a secret because I feared what people  would

“You and Blake are  dating?”

she got

is his ex  girlfriend who thought it would be funny to fake a  pregnancy then taunt me

more, almost comically. “She faked

know yet that  she’s not actually pregnant. I should tell him

right to punch her  on the nose. You could’ve caused serious damage. I’m  glad that you stood up for yourself but that was not the  way to do it.” She

me. She was right, Stacy  didn’t deserve the punch. She deserved two. I would not  voice this out though. “I know mom and I’m sorry. Don’t  be mad at me?”

let’s hope your  dad doesn’t ground you again. Knowing him,

year of being grounded. “Mom you have to talk to  him before he does.” I pleaded.

I will, only if you tell me about you and Blake.” She

let a giggle slip pa*s my lips. “I will  just not now. I need to change out of this clothes and  probably

now!” It was dad.  His voice

 my sock cladded feet. I find my fingers tugging the door

to be grounded for an entire

reached halfway down the stairs I caught sight of  dad. His suit is still on which means he just came from  work. His head

feel right.

 clutching it but a picture. My stomach drops and I feel  the blood drain from my face as nausea