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

 watch as Blake almost doubled over

What was so funny?

Blake?” I voiced

had finally toned down a bit. “What’s funny is that you  think you caused

the car and stop a few feet away from  him.” But I was the cause. If I hadn’t sat in front she

that separated us. I arch my neck so I could  look at him. He was close, too close. “Stop overthinking  things Ley. You’re not the cause and you always come  first.”

his words.  I know he only meant it in a friendly way but I couldn’t  help

at this  face.” He jokes and points at his face. I forced out a  laugh. Who can ever be mad at

I think  we

beside me. “You mean you guys  party? I’m only here to drive you guys back home when  y’all

I’m instantly knocked with  the smell of liquor and cigarettes. It was illegal to drink  at their age yet

daydreaming about my best friend who clearly  has a girlfriend isn’t exactly being a saint. Not when  those daydreams are

 air, so is the smell of weed and whatever else that was  probably illegal. But I wouldn’t comment about it, not

his  palm coming to rest on the middle of my back. My

hoping 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

she was coming over to us. Her face was