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?”

would only raise suspicion. I did not want him to think that I had a problem with his

going to the bathroom.” I told him for the second time. If you weren’t busy sucking her face you would’ve heard me the first

give him attitude. It wasn’t his fault, it was mine for

makes a fake gagging noise that has me chuckling. “Order for me would you? You already know what I like.” I directed it

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

a perfectly arched eyebrow. “You’re missing

his eyes. “Oh how could I forget

alone in the stall, the tears I had

from my eyes. Why was

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

her?” A girl giggles as the bathroom door bangs open. A second later heels clack against the tiled floor nearing my stall. I stiffen my feet pulling

what an embarrassment.”

relief if only they had actually left the

like a damsel in distress just so she

to latch on to a guy who’s already taken.

cold.They’re talking about