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.

it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he

table before us. “Well there’s a

with  him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone to

I look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead

I stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be

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

lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath

 horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon.

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

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

 probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a  hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at  the ticklish feeling I

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

 before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then  my entire hand, cocooning my hand with it’s

trying to make  conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had heard

rumors that I was sure weren’t pleasant and  far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make  things more awkward