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

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

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

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

rolls in unease as I stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously, finally gaining the

panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,  something about him was different, but I couldn’t

 felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear my eyes away, feeling

 horror as I snap my eyes

It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into an unpleasant  frown.The heads of the

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

 probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish

it didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to me.

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

make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had heard

make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried