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.

around to see if he was following me only  to crash into yet another chest. I stumble but a  huge hand circles around my waist and prevents  me from

 struggle in whoever’s arms. “Ashley!” The voice  sounds familiar. I breath in

whispers as he pulls me  more into him until we

his chest 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

strain in his voice  that he was impatient to know who had scared

stiffen around me  until I could feel his hand fist on

pull away. I knew what would happen if he went  to look for Peter. I didn’t

don’t, I need you.” I pleaded as I  pressed my face on

I hear the mumbling around us  and I realized that everyone was looking. Blake  must realize this too because his form

 loud and it makes me slightly jump at the  aggressive tone. I heard their rushing footsteps  and knew that

out  of the school. It was supposed to be lunchtime but  right

field, underneath a huge tree  that shades us from the heat of the sun. The field  is empty except for some tiny black birds pecking  at whatever was buried

 seem like just a friendly embrace. His back leans  on the tree as he

Fear is  present in his tone but he tries very hard to mask  it. I shake my head and lay my

me but I didn’t give him the  chance.”

 He was anxious for my answer I could tell by the

rest my head  between his shoulder and neck. He visibly sighs  with relief and kisses the top of my

you’re battling this on your

 say. But I didn’t want that. I believe in second  chances and by the looks of it, Peter had seemed