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.

when do you come late to cla*s Ley?”  Blake’s voice has 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 hated

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

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

the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside  a decent size gla*s

 animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously,

breath is caught in my throat as his piercing  blue eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at

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

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

 you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses his

 hushed tone then

affect him the way that it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had forgotten all about it. And  why does that thought

that Blake kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then  my entire hand, cocooning my hand

 conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted

weren’t pleasant and  far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He