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.

to cla*s Ley?”  Blake’s voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I

place my bag  on the table before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.” My

to talk to him, to joke with  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

the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously, finally gaining the  courage to stare

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

trailing down to his lips. Lips that  felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath

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

and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned

hisses and crosses his  ankles.

I nodded. “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 ticklish feeling I swat at his hand, giggling

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

them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then  my entire

seen Ryan?” I asks, trying to make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to

from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but