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 that he affected me this much and I hated  that I

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.

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

 animal. “What exactly are we

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 about

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

 horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked

 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

Do your work and  I’ll do mine. If you want to be graded I’d suggest  you start dissecting.” He hisses and

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 at  the ticklish

awkward after all.  Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done  to

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

seen Ryan?” I asks, trying to make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had heard  the rumors circling around

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