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.

delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated

and scoot in beside him. I place my bag  on the table before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.” My attempt at humor seemed

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

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

the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed

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

eyes trailing down to his lips. Lips that  felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear my eyes away, feeling  awkward

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

 confusion before his lips thinned into an unpleasant  frown.The heads of the students turn to face me

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

him Ley, he  probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed

 Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done

slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then  my entire hand, cocooning my hand with

wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted

But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried