Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 16

“You’re late.” Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I  halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the  wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and  radiated upward into my cheeks.

I shifted on my feet in discomfort. My green eyes  dart to the circular clock on the far wall. He was  right, I was exactly five minutes late.

I move my eyes away from the clock to scan  around the cla*s. Everyone’s eyes were on me,  studying me, waiting for whatever excuse I would  give.

But I didn’t have any, somehow my brain seemed  to not function properly this early. Or it was  probably the alcohol that still lingered in my body.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again sir.” I said softly,  closing the wooden door behind me.

“Just get to your partner and start working.” He  huffs, leaning back on the leather seat.

I gulped and with a quick nod strutted to the back.  My head was lowered as I move around desks. I  could hear their whispering, their giggles of humor.

It made me feel like a tiny ant under a microscope.  I hated it.

in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he affected me this much and I hated  that I couldn’t help

the table before us. “Well there’s a

last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the

his stare as I look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog

 animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously,

left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,

can’t ever forget.

be dissecting them.” He  cringes and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my

it. It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips

want to be graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses his  ankles. “Now get to work all of you!” He shouts  angrily.

I nodded. “Don’t worry about him Ley, he  probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my

the way that it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had forgotten all about it. And

the gloves that Blake kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then  my entire hand,

 conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had heard  the rumors circling

sure weren’t pleasant and  far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but I