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.

voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated

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

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

his stare as I look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table.

exactly are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously,

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

 felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever

supposed to be dissecting them.” He  cringes and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked  half asleep with his feet

in  confusion before his lips thinned

not question me Miss Grey. Do your work and  I’ll do mine. 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. Everyone turns away from me and starts

get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides.

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

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

I asks, trying to make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him

 things