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.

cocky expression on her ugly  face. Okay she wasn’t ugly but could you really blame  me? The girl got what I always wanted,

eyes trying to act like I didn’t care. I did. I  hated that she always wanted to make me look like a kid  in front of Blake. “What’s wrong with water? I’m the  designated driver anyway

 then grabs a bottle of liquor behind the beers

rummage through  the endless beer. Not seeing any bottle of water in sight

 around. I’m confused to see Stacy glaring at me, her  eyes

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

head over to the sink. After  filling the cup with the water

struts over  to the kitchen table. “Beer pong.” He says whilst shaking

shake my head.”Yeah

if you don’t want to party? Just  go home you’re a

an underlying warning

I hissed,

pong Ley.”

“Whatever.” I grumble.

Stacy’s whine. I zoned

my attention on Ryan watching as he starts to lay  cups and form them into a pyramid. I’m confused not

asked Blake who

give it if you  ask.” Ryan urges fixing the