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.

 fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he affected me this much

bag  on the table before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.” My attempt at humor seemed

shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone

look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table.

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

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

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

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 dark

 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

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

he  probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish feeling I swat at his hand,

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

I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then  my entire hand, cocooning

 wanted

will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried