Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 16

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.

 fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I

before us. “Well there’s a first for

last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone

at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on

are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously, finally gaining

eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,  something about

his lips. Lips that  felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in

 horror as I snap my eyes to Mr

furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into an unpleasant  frown.The

Miss Grey. Do your work and  I’ll do mine. If you 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. Everyone turns away from

 probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone

have to be awkward after all.  Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to me.

placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate

trying to make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he

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

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