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.

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

in beside him. I place my bag  on the table before us. “Well there’s a

 happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first place.

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

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

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

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

 horror as I snap my eyes to

question slips  before I could stop it. 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 students turn to face me as  I’ve now gained their

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

I nodded. “Don’t worry about him Ley, he  probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming

the way that it had done

them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then

 wanted to ask. I wanted

 far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already was. He tried  to hide it but I could