Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 9

“Whatever.” I shrugged nonchalantly then turned around  to look at the ma*s of teenagers. They looked utterly out  of their minds, drunk, high and hopefully not on drugs.  There were some I recognized from school but never  spoke to.

But there were some who looked too old to be in the  same age group as me. I feel a heavy arm drape around  my shoulder, the weight a bit uncomfortable. I turn  sideways to see the culprit. “Let’s go.” Ryan says  dragging me along to what looked like the kitchen.

Well I hoped it was the kitchen, I wasn’t so sure if I was  intoxicated with whatever was floating in the air. The

kitchen didn’t seem to be as crowded as the living room  area. But the stench of alcohol was more prominent in  the air.

I looked around, spotting the big cooler that was filled  with different beverages. Ryan moves his hands off my  shoulder, thankfully. And darts over to the fridge. My  eyes almost bulge out of it’s sockets for the amount of  beers that were over packed inside.

“There’s more?” I stupidly ask as I scan over the drinks.  Some of the teenagers that still lingered in the kitchen  looked at me strangely. I shrugged not in the moment to  care for their judging.

“Want anything Ash?” Ryan yells over his shoulder and  rummages through the fridge for whatever he was  desperately was looking for.

“A bottle of water would be much appreciated.” I grumble  wanting to get out of there. Why did I come here? This  isn’t exactly my scene.

“Of course you would take a bottle of water.” A voice  dripping of sarcasm reaches my ears. I turn to see who  and wasn’t surprised to see Stacy heading my way.  Blake’s arm wrapped securely around her waist. I feel the  burning of jealousy swim in my body at the sight.

wasn’t ugly but could you

wanted to make me look like a kid  in front of

grabs a bottle of liquor behind the beers then grabs  one beer in the other hand. I narrow my

to rummage through  the endless beer. Not seeing any bottle of

door of the fridge with a slight bang I turn  around.

Blake noticing an odd and  unreadable glint in his blue eyes. His gaze was focused  on me or more specifically my legs. My brows furrowed  and I shoot a

I uttered.  Grabbed a plastic cup and head over to the sink. After  filling the cup with the water I

“Beer pong.” He says whilst shaking  the beer in his hand and sipped on the bottle of

my

Stacy’s lips. “Why did you  even bother coming here if you don’t want to party? Just  go home you’re a bore.” She

voice has an underlying warning  to

I hissed,  cutting him off and walk over

pong Ley.” Blake corrects

“Whatever.” I grumble.

whine. I zoned out their conversation not

attention on Ryan watching as he starts to lay  cups and form them into

a ping pong ball. Think Miller has one around?”  Ryan asked Blake who came to help him set up the cups. Blake shrugs. “I

go ask him, he’s terrified of you, he’ll give it if you  ask.” Ryan urges fixing