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

now. I  watch as Blake almost doubled over in his

What was so funny?

so funny Blake?” I voiced

down a bit. “What’s funny is that you  think you caused Stacy to be mad at me.”

 him.” But I was

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.”

a friendly way but I

can’t stay mad at this  face.” He jokes and points at his face. I forced out a  laugh. Who can ever be mad at you Blake? I couldn’t

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

house with  him following close beside me. “You mean you guys  party? I’m only here to drive you guys back home when  y’all get too drunk to spell the number

knocked with  the smell of liquor and cigarettes. It was illegal to drink  at their age yet they did it.

isn’t exactly being a saint. Not when  those daydreams are extremely sexual. It’s embarra*sing  to admit

unbearable in the  air, so is the smell of weed and whatever else that was  probably illegal. But I

on the middle of my back.

here, a drastic change from outdoor but  I’d rather stay out. Whatever

Ryan a few seconds later. But I also spotted  Stacy and she was coming over to us. Her face was  pinched in displeasure, her eyes dropping to