Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 23

“Thank you Ryan.” I mumble, closing the door of  the car with a soft thud. Ryan smiles, it comes out  awkward and cautious as he turns to stare at a still  enraged Arden.

“Let’s just hope he didn’t kill the guy.” Ryan  winced when Arden slammed the door of the car  unnecessarily harsh.I forced out a smile as we

watch him stride towards the house. He was still so  furious. This was all my fault.

“I did this.” I mumble but didn’t know I said it loud  enough that Ryan heard.

“What do you mean? How is it your fault?”  Curiosity dotted his features. I looked back at  Arden, watching him slam the front door closed  with brutal force.

I sighed, turning my attention back to my auburn  head best friend. “The boy Arden beat up was  calling me unforgivable words.” I gulped, my eyes  tearing up.

“If-” My voice cracks and I gulped, breathing in  some much needed air. “If I hadn’t kissed Blake  none of this would happen. This is all my fault I’m  a slut.”

Ryan’s eyes widen in shock at my use of words.  Regaining his speech, his eyes softened  considerably, but his tone was anything but soft.

“This isn’t your Fcking fault Ashley. I made that  Fcking dare, I did this! You’re not a F*cking slut  and you’ll never be. In fact if I had known the  reason why Arden was pummeling the kid I’d join  him, serves him right.” He says angrily.

speaking to me harshly  but it didn’t stop me from flinching away from his  harsh tone. He sees this

leave it be. Promise me you’re not  going to do anything reckless that will get you into  trouble.” I cut him off. I knew Ryan like the back of my hand, whatever meant fixing for him wasn’t

unless someone does

stiff, so  reluctant to part. “And it’s fine I’m not expecting  them to. I can handle this, just a few

I promise  that whatever I’ll do won’t cause

arms under my  breast. “No, leave it be or else I’ll give Miranda  your number.” It was a low

brunette that was usually  partnered up with me for chemistry. Everyone  seemed to stay clear of her. She was a bit clingy  and

it was probably  because she troubled Ryan a lot and it was an  amusing sight. In her words ‘Ryan was the love of  her life, her future

her confidence, telling everyone  what she thought, not holding anything back. She  didn’t care if the

way more than a  friend should. But I never had

an ashen  white, full of horror. It wasn’t a secret that Ryan  loathed Miranda to a great extent, I would

 at five in the morning to bring cupcakes and  doughnuts. But then again it was kind

grumbled. He was mad and  I could tell as he drove away without saying  goodbye. I

yelling that was happening  downstairs. I groaned shifting around until I fully  woke up. I was still groggy but forced myself to  get out of my

 room. And in a couple of minutes I had changed  out of my clothes and put on fresher ones then

 great extent. But with now sore muscles and a  migraine lurking in the corner, I