Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley’s pov

She doesn’t stare long and quickly sets her attention on Blake. He didn’t look surprised to see her here. I wasn’t either, I don’t think any of us were.

She plops down on his thigh, one of her hands coming around his head to draw him forward. Her shiny bright red painted nails mock me as she tenderly touches his jaw.

A second later their lips are molding together and suddenly a wave of jealousy swims through my body. My gut twisted at the sight and I quickly look away. I could feel my skin prickle,like tiny stabs of needles piercing my flesh.

Either it was from hatred or it was from shame. Shame that I was jealous. I shouldn’t be, I had no right, afterall she was his girlfriend. I hated it, hated that I couldn’t control it.

I find myself excusing myself to go to the bathroom. Excuses excuses. My conscience mocks me. They didn’t seem to acknowledge me, not that I cared. Or maybe I did because I felt a stab of hurt when Blake continued to suck her face.

It should be normal, I’ve seen them done it multiple times. I should’ve gotten used to it by now. But I could never find myself to. Maybe that’s why I’ve gotten addicted to reading erotica novels, my life certainly lacked the romance.

I pushed the chair away as I got up. It was only when the chair made a scraping sound did Blake pull away. His lips are raw, red and swollen. My heart constricts at the sight. I move my eyes away from them, finding it unbearable to see him enjoy kissing her.

His brows are furrowed as he scans my body. “Where are you going?”

here any longer. But it would only raise suspicion. I did not want him to think that I had a problem with his girlfriend. You do. Yet again the

If you weren’t busy sucking her face you would’ve heard me the first time.

attitude. It wasn’t his fault, it was mine for liking him in a way that I shouldn’t

before bringing his lips back to hers. I look over at Ryan and he makes a fake gagging noise that has me chuckling. “Order for me would you? You already know what I like.” I directed it to Ryan. But it wasn’t

lips away from Stacy’s. I could tell she was annoyed but I couldn’t help feeling the bit of rush from knowing

perfectly arched

how could I forget a large

the stall, the tears I

the toilet paper beside me and used it to dab the moisture away from my eyes. Why was this

was and it was getting hard to keep it hidden. I had always had a crush on him, the boy who was my first friend. The boy who wasn’t afraid to fight off my bullies in the ninth grade when Ryan wasn’t there that day to help him. The boy who unknowingly stole my heart and never gave it back. But now

bangs open. A second later heels clack against the tiled floor nearing my stall. I stiffen my feet pulling up on

what an embarrassment.” Another female voice

the tiled floor watching as their shadows disappear. I would’ve sighed of relief

a damsel in distress just so she can have them wrapped around her

that she tries to latch on to a guy who’s already taken. Such a shame that Blake only sees her as

body grows cold.They’re