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.

a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he affected me this much and I

 on the table before us. “Well there’s a first for

him, to joke with  him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened.

I look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside

at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be

 blue eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked

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

eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked  half asleep with his feet kicked up on the

isn’t this animal cruelty?” The question slips  before I could stop it. It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before

I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses his  ankles. “Now get to work all of you!” He shouts  angrily. Everyone turns away from me and starts  to

a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish feeling I

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

necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger

you seen 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

sure weren’t pleasant and  far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make