Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley’s pov

Her brows raise as her friend goes silent beside her. Then a nasty smile makes its way to her lips, the sight unsettling. “Well then now you know how embarrassing you are to the boys.” She said waving her hands off then later picking at her long nails.

I look for a way out, a parting way out that is. I was never one to confront someone, that just wasn’t me. I never had the guts to. I cross my arms and straighten my stance, trying to seem confident even though I was lacking it.

“The only one who should be embarrassed right now is you. Aren’t you the girl who basically threw herself on to Blake last year and tried getting with Ryan a week later? Oh and failed at both?” I jabbed.

What the hell was wrong with me? Since when did I become a bitch? I cringed when the word popped in my head. I hated cursing.

She gasps her face reddening with a faint blush. Shame was written on her face. “How do you know about that?” She stumbles over her words.

Now it was my turn to pick at my chipped nails. I took pleasure knowing that my comeback wasn’t so bad after all. But maybe that was just the anger of seeing Blake kiss Stacy.

“We’re best friends, remember? They tell me everything.” I smirked smugly then strutted up to her. “I know every embarrassing thing you did to gain their attention Lucy, don’t make me remind you .”

With one final glance at the two girls I walked out of the bathroom with my head held high. But I didn’t feel confident, in fact I felt the opposite. This wasn’t the first time this happened to me. It was like a continuous routine.

It felt like my feet weighed a ton as I move toward them, the boys who unknowingly made every girl despise me. I settle down on the chair. Ryan lifts his head from the phone and stares, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

very annoyed girlfriend. His blue eyes study my face. I remove my eyes away from him, afraid that he’ll

to Ryan. “Nothing’s wrong.” I mumble, feeling nervous being the center of attention. I turn to face the table, noticing they already ordered. I reach for my fries

roughly, not wanting to answer the question. I couldn’t exactly say that I was crying because Blake was kissing Stacy. So I settled for a lie, a stupid one at

in the bathroom, the smell kinda made my eyes water, that’s all.” I

of poop made your eyes water? Really Ashley, that’s the best you could come up

burst out into loud laughter. The sound had everyone currently inside the restaurant stop what they’re doing to see what had made him laugh so. I squirmed feeling their scrutinizing

eyes. “You- cried because someone shit smelled bad?” Ryan laughed. His voice was loud

really should’ve left my hair down today. “Ryan shut up.” I hissed reaching for the banana and chocolate milkshake. I

in there?” He questions, pointing at Lucy who was just getting out of the bathroom followed by her

was thankful for my snarky mouth this once. Who’s to

utterly mortified and pleaded with him using my eyes to tell Ryan to stop. He draws in his bottom lip between his teeth, biting it to suppress his laughter. He reluctantly nods when he sees my discomfort from

upon hearing the nickname he had given me. I

hole through my head. I shifted on the chair uncomfortably and sipped more

away from the two. “Don’t be jealous Stacy, it’s just a nickname and I’ve told

protest but zoned her out. I didn’t need to hear her annoying voice more than I should. Blake had been with her for a few months now. After he supposedly stopped sleeping around

he resented her. Stacy had instantly caught Blake’s attention the moment she walked in those halls of Western High. And she hated me the moment she set her eyes on my 5’2