Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 37

I walk out of the cla*s, one of the bag straps  securely on my shoulders as I bring it forward to  search through it. I mumble something incoherent  as my fingers fumble through endless papers.

“Crap.” I groan as I stumble into a hard chest. I  lost my footing and ended up tumbling on the  floor. My knees hit the hard tiled floor and I grunt.

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“Shit sorry.”

I freeze, hearing the voice that currently haunts  me at night. The voice of my attempted rapist. My  heart thumps painfully as I clutch on to my bag for  dear life. Peter’s here.

Finding the courage, I finally stood up and lift my  head to stare into his eyes. I’m not surprised to  feel the crippling fear as the images of him pinning  me down resurfaces in my head.

“Look Ashley-” He looks at me with regret etched  on his face. Purple dotted underneath his right eye  and is a bit swollen. I see his lips moving but

somehow my brain doesn’t process a word he  says.

My bottom lip trembles as I quickly turn around  and run away from him. I’m knocking people’s  shoulder’s and having them curse at me but I don’t  care as I want to move away from Peter’s  presence.

“Ashley, wait!” He begged. I could hear his voice  now distant as I round the corner. My breathing is  shallow as I struggle to ease my internal struggle.  My brain is pounding inside my skull.

Anxiety is crawling inside my body, clutching unto  me until I could no longer know where I was going.  All I know is that I needed to get away from him,  from his presence.

chest. I stumble but a  huge

The voice  sounds familiar. I breath in the scent of mint and  instantly

whispers as he pulls me  more into

as I try to regain back  my composure. “He’s- he’s he-re.” I stuttered out  and clutch on to the soft material of Blake’s shirt.  His scent engulfs me and eases my mind. I was

could tell by the strain in his voice  that he

the bastard?” He spits and makes a move  to pull away. I knew what would happen if he went  to look for Peter.

 head. “Please don’t, I need you.” I pleaded as I  pressed my

 and I realized that everyone was looking. Blake  must realize this too because his form is

me slightly jump at the

Blake mumbles, moves away from me but  clutches my way smaller hand as he guides me out  of the school. It was supposed to be lunchtime but

heat of the sun. The field  is empty except for some tiny black birds pecking  at whatever was buried in the

enough to not  seem like just a friendly embrace. His back leans  on the tree as he slings his arm over my

but he tries very hard to mask  it. I shake my head and lay my palm over

tried to speak to me but I didn’t give him

he didn’t try to force you or anything right?”  He was anxious for my answer I could tell by the  way

and rest my head  between his shoulder and neck.

this on your own  and I can’t help you.

knew what he was going to  say. But I didn’t want that. I believe in second  chances and by