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.

do you come late to 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

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

 him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first place. Everything now just felt

 table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside  a decent size gla*s

 animal. “What exactly are we supposed

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

I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear my eyes away, feeling  awkward with

on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked

in  confusion before his lips

be graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses his

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

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

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

 conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to

pleasant and  far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried