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. “ 

In fact he was the one who called. But  how did he……..Principal William.

see you in a while.” After hanging up she shifts  her attention to me. “Ashley what were you thinking?

punch nothing more. Her nose will heal unfortunately.”  I mumble

on her hips.  “Unfortunately? Ashley what has gotten into you? What

my fist at my sides in anger. “Nothing has  gotten into me mom. Let’s just say I was tired. I 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 say. I was tired of it all!”

eyes widen as she flinches away. “You and

all she got from my little

 girlfriend who

eyes widen even more, almost comically. “She faked  a pregnancy?”

Blake doesn’t know yet that  she’s not actually pregnant. I should tell him before  things

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

feeling the fight leave me. She was right, Stacy  didn’t deserve the punch. She deserved two. I would not  voice this out

you darling, let’s hope your  dad doesn’t ground you again. Knowing him, he’d settle

of being

I will, only if you tell me about

help but let a giggle slip pa*s my lips. “I will  just not now.

a*s down here now!” It was dad.  His voice was loud. Really loud and he sounded pissed  off.

nearly slipping on the floor because of  my sock cladded feet. I find my fingers tugging the door  open swiftly and amble down stairs. An angry

do not want to be grounded for an entire

I reached halfway down the stairs I caught sight of  dad. His suit is still on which means he just came from  work. His head is down, staring at a white envelope as he  grips it

feel right.

My stomach drops and I