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.

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

 on the table before us.

him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first place. Everything now just felt awkward  with

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

unease as I stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed

 blue eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,  something about him was

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

be dissecting them.” He  cringes and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I

question slips  before I could stop it. It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned

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

Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish feeling

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

for the gloves that Blake kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex

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

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