Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 16

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.

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

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

uncomfortable to talk to him, to joke with  him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first place. Everything now just felt awkward

avoid his stare as I look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly

are we supposed to be  doing?”

into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,

can’t ever

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

furrowed in  confusion before his lips thinned into an unpleasant  frown.The heads of the students turn to face

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

“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 feeling I swat at his hand, giggling

it had

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

I  wanted to ask.

I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward than it already

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