Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 8

I couldn’t be any more happy when the house that held  the party comes into view. The awkwardness that hung in  the air was almost suffocating.

The party seemed to be in full swing with music blasting  through the entire house. I guess it was alright to have it  to this overpowering volume with a scarce amount of  neighbors.

Blake slowly parks the car, being careful to not knock  over the teens running up and down the road recklessly. Were they high? They certainly looked like it.

Stacy bangs the car door on the way out. I flinch away  from the loud noise and look to see her walking up to the  house. I cringed when I spotted an unfamiliar girl  throwing up in the bushes, her friend patting her back.

Stacy had long gone inside the house, leaving Blake and  I behind. She was furious and I felt somewhat guilty.  “I’m sorry.” I mumbled opening the car door and getting  out.

Blake does the same and looks over to face me. His  brows are knitted in confusion. Like he didn’t have a clue  as to why I was sorry. “Sorry for what exactly Ley?” He  voiced his confusion.

I sighed, my breath coming out in a foggy cloud from the  cold. “For having Stacy mad at you. I’m sorry that I  caused this.” My tone had turned soft, almost unheard. I  was surprised he had even heard it, or he probably  must’ve read my lips. His eyes did stay glued to them.

For a second he just stares. Then his piercing blue eyes  lifts away from my lips to stare into my own. Blue meets  green. Then as if triggered, he starts laughing, loud  enough to have the teenagers running around to peer  over.

My hands come instinctively in the pockets of my jacket  as I looked around. I was glad that I had chosen to wear

would’ve surely been frozen by now. I  watch as Blake almost

What was so funny?

I voiced out my

“What’s funny is that you  think you caused Stacy to be mad at me.” He responds  with

feet away from  him.” But I was the cause. If I hadn’t sat in front she

I could  look at him. He was close, too close. “Stop overthinking  things Ley. You’re not the cause and you always come  first.” He mumbles and pokes my head with his

he only meant it in a friendly way but I couldn’t  help

away. “By the way, Stacy can’t stay mad at this  face.” He jokes and points at his face. I forced out a  laugh. Who

nudges his head to the house. “Now I think  we made Ryan wait

you guys  party? I’m only here to drive you guys back

drink  at their age

mean daydreaming about my best friend who clearly  has a girlfriend isn’t exactly being a saint. Not when  those daydreams are extremely sexual. It’s embarra*sing  to admit in my head, I wouldn’t dare say

The smell of perspiration is unbearable in the  air, so is the smell of weed and whatever else that was  probably illegal. But I wouldn’t comment about it, not if I  wanted to be

for Ryan.” Blake shouts close to my ear, his  palm coming to rest on the middle of my back. My breath  hitches but I don’t think he notices.

he saw me with how foggy the air was.  Yes it was hot in here, a drastic change from outdoor but  I’d rather stay out. Whatever was in the air wasn’t the

Her face was