Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 10

I hear the clacking of her heels nearing and I couldn’t  prevent myself from lifting my head. Her eyes are a  stormy blue. Rage. Rage poured in the depths of her  eyes, eyes Blake seemed to like.

“You’re boring.” Her red lips curl into a sneer, the white  pearly teeth now visible. I feel the invisible blow and  stagger back as she advances.

“You’re not even pretty.” She continues, her eyes racking  over my form in displeasure. Her blue eyes settle on my  leggings and she snorts. “And for F*ck sake you can’t  even dress right.” She laughs but it’s void of humor.

By now we were inches apart with me having to crane  my neck to look at her. It was no secret that I was short.  I blamed my mom for this stupid height. I always  seemed to look like a little kid compared to everyone  else. It’s no wonder Blake doesn’t see me as anything  more than a friend.

“I don’t get why he can’t seem to leave you for just a  second. What do you have that I don’t?” She grits out  harshly and reaches over to wrap her finger around my  inky black tresses.

I gulp having the urge to back away but not wanting to  give her the satisfaction of seeing me uneasy. So I  sucked in the slight panicky feeling and mustered up the  courage to glower at her.

I could smell her sickening scent of flowers mixed with  the smell of alcohol. I hold back the gag I dreadfully  wanted to let out.” Well I have intelligence and that’s  something you lack. You know the saying, brains over  beauty.”

What’s wrong with me? Why was I provoking her? And  why do I love it?

I could see the gears shifting in her head, see her  contemplate if to knock me. I wasn’t one for altercations  and hated the thought of being in one. But I couldn’t  promise to stay still if she decided to punch me in the  face.

Before I could think or have time to move out of her way,  her hand was already gripping around the bone of my  wrist. Her nails are pointy and scratches the surface of  my skin with the sudden pressure she added.

man not yours.” She spits  getting into my face. The strong scent of liquor reaches  my nose and I flinch away. She

his chance to be with you but he isn’t. That just  means you’re nothing. He doesn’t see you in that way  Ley why else would he be with me?” She

that she mocked  the nickname Blake called me.I didn’t

I felt. She wouldn’t win. I  open my

to speak.

smile on  my face. “Did you get the ping pong ball?” I question. I  know they

he doesn’t question me  further. “Yeah I got it.” He shows the ping pong ball and  walks to the table. Stacy struts over to him and wraps  her arms around his

in that  way. The thought was saddening but I needed to realize  that I needed to move on. But somehow

Ash, it  was a

 many guys were afraid of him. Yes he was the top boxer  in our state and could probably punch

second but still he’s Blake. My Blake. He isn’t

the guy pee

 his pants. The guy who apparently

cups. “Catch!” He shouts, throwing some  beer at Blake.

to back out. “Uh how does

to me. “It’s easy, you just need to throw the  ball in the opponent’s cup.

head quickly snaps to the cups  that were filled to the brim. Nerves instantly swim in my  stomach. “So you’re saying if so happens that Blake or  Stacy lands the ball in the cup we have to drink?” I

fixes our cups. “What, want to back

at her, matching her competitive glare. “Let’s do  this Ryan.