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

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

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

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

stomach rolls in unease as I stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we

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

eyes trailing down to his lips. Lips that  felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever

and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to

Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before

mine. If you want to be graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses his  ankles. “Now get to work all

“Don’t worry about him Ley, he  probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the

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

gloves that Blake kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I

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

it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but I could sense the tension between