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.

has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I

him. I place my bag  on the table before us. “Well there’s a

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

 table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly

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

as his piercing  blue eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity

so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear my eyes away, feeling

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

 before I could stop it. It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into an unpleasant  frown.The heads of the students turn to face me as  I’ve now gained their attention.

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

last night.” Blake jokes in a

 Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had forgotten all about it. And  why

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

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

 things more awkward than it