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.

has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he affected me this much

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

to joke with  him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened.

the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on

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

breath is caught in my throat as his piercing  blue eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,  something

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

dissecting them.” He  cringes and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon.

It comes out loud and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned

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  to do exactly

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

it had done  to me. Maybe Blake had forgotten all about it. And

than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap

 wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had heard

will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but I could sense the