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?”

stay here any longer. But it would only raise suspicion. I did not want him to think that I had a problem with

face you would’ve heard me the first time. I wanted to mumble sarcastically, god I wanted to so

him attitude. It wasn’t his fault,

noise that has me chuckling. “Order for me would

hotdog and fries with ketchup on the side because you hate it on the fries.” Blake says detaching his lips away from Stacy’s. I could tell she was annoyed but I couldn’t help feeling the bit of rush from knowing that I got under her

perfectly arched eyebrow. “You’re

“Oh how could I forget a

the tears I had desperately tried to keep at bay rolls down.

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

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 as I’m thinking more about it, it doesn’t

second later heels clack against the tiled floor nearing my stall. I stiffen

an embarrassment.” Another female

sighed of relief if only they had actually left the bathroom and let me wallow in my

was holding her? The girl literally acts like a damsel in distress just so she can have them wrapped around her finger.”

she tries to latch on to a guy who’s already taken. Such

grows cold.They’re talking about