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.

cla*s Ley?”  Blake’s voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he

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

last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve

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, finally gaining the

panting for air  at the intensity it held.

on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw

gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon.

The question slips  before I could stop it. It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into an

mine. If you want to be graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses

last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish feeling I swat at his hand,

have to be awkward after all.  Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had forgotten all about it. And  why does that thought

slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex

Ryan?” I asks, trying to make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had heard  the rumors circling around the

 far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward