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.

voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he affected me

I place my bag  on the table before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.”

have  happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first place. Everything now just felt awkward

stare as I look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside  a decent

we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously, finally gaining the  courage to stare at

eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air

 felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear

He  cringes and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked  half asleep with his feet kicked up on the

 confusion before his lips

not question me 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 me and starts  to do

in a  hushed tone then

 Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done

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,

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

the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was.