Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley‘s pov 

Blake looked confused, she smiles and her eyes dance with happiness. “It‘s me, Christal. We went to school together before I moved when we were in sixth grade. I just moved back actually,” she laughs. 

Blake brows furrowed and his blue eyes scan her form. She dressed pleasant unlike me who still had sweats and Blake‘s huge shirt on. 

Then his eyes stopped on her features and his eyes widened in realization. My stomach does uncomfortable somersaults and my heart clenches. “Christal White?” He questions with a smile on his face. 

1 swallowed the bitter tang of jealousy. Christal had been in our class until she moved away in the last term in sixth grade. She was what you‘d call the perfect girl, polite, beautiful and knew how to get what she wants. Far from how I am. 

And it didn‘t come to anyone‘s surprise when Blake started to have a crush on her. He‘d blush when she was around and would stutter when she spoke to him. 

He‘d try his best to make her like him back. He would pick his mother‘s flowers, beg his parents for chocolate to give to her. He thought she was his princess. Until she moved and I had to put the pieces back together. She left him shattered when she moved without saying goodbye. And I was there for him both Ryan and I. So you can imagine how jealous and angry I felt when he literally said her full name, smiled at her the way he used to in sixth grade. 

He remembered her but not me. I blinked back the familiar sting of incoming tears. 

She nods, her eyes portraying how happy she felt that Blake remembered her. “Yes that‘s me, how‘s Ryan? The last time I saw him he had braces on.” She laughed. 

get his parents to name him Austin instead?” She giggled and then her warm brown eyes fell on

Your messy hair gave it away.”

through my loose curly untamed hair. Was this

“Well.” 

my tone blunt and emotionless. “Blake has amnesia so he won‘t be able to answer all your questions. I‘m surprised he remembers you since you left him without saying goodbye.” 1 Was I acting like a bitch? Yes. Did I care? Not one

1/3 

of my head trying to save attend “lle animits dropping his

sorry this happened to you. I‘m happy you‘re recovering” She asked, scanning her eyes over his tall muscular form He nods and

his charming smile but vexation still runs in my veins for he remembered her and

a barely there smile, one without emotion. His forehead creased in a frown

and I watch with satisfaction when her brown eyes drop down to stare at Blake‘s hand more specifically the ring wrapped around his finger: Her eyes

over to grasp my hand that showed off my wedding ring and lifts it to show it to Christal who looked even more surprised. “Yes I am, apparently I put a ring on her. You know, claiming her before anyone else could.” He joked but there‘s seriousness hidden in the depths of his voice.

nearly awed at the way he almost sounded possessive, More and more he‘s beginning to act like the same Blake,

I guess she stayed that way. “I‘m happy for you both,

for long?” It was Blake who asked the question. I nearly grit my teeth. Were they still going to have a conversation while I had food nearly squashing me?