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.

it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice.

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

 happened. I should’ve never

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 placed inside  a decent

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

piercing  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 I

his lips. Lips that  felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear my eyes

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

and  accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in  confusion

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

worry about him Ley, he  probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a

 Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had

kindly placed  before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I  felt the delicate latex wrap around

This wasn’t exactly the question I  wanted to ask. I wanted

will only make  things more awkward than it already

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