Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 55

Chapter 55

I stumble backwards, my face cringing at the pure hatred in her  red rimmed eyes. Then it diminishes and her eyes down casted  as she sniffles.

“Just go away.” She mumbles brushing pa*s me and walking  over to the faucet.

My eyes softened and I sighed. I find myself following her,  watching as she opened the pipe and began to wash her face. I  don’t think it would magically move the redness in her eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask softly. It was but just a  murmur. I highly doubted she heard. But she did because her  head snapped to face me, her eyes narrowing.

“Why are you still here?” She hisses. Why am I still here?  Honestly I do not know. Maybe I pitied her.

I forced out a smile. “I’m not a bitch Stacy. I know I’m not your  favorite person right now-“

She snorts cutting me off. I sighed.

“But I do not want us to hold on to that resentment anymore.  We are both old enough to sort out our problems.

Things don’t have to be nasty between us. We can resolve this  issue.” I finished softly.

She glares. “What, so you think because you’re now Blake’s  girlfriend you’re now the top shit and everything you say goes?

Don’t act all innocent Ashley, you’re nothing but a snake.” She  grits out.

  I do to be called such an

and  Blake are together. It doesn’t take a genius to

head. “I never meant to come between you two  Stacy. I’m very sorry that things ended

again I am

all those insincere apologies. It 

it is then that I get a glimpse of white, almost hidden in the  pocket of her sweater. It is so

the small white object and  roughly pushes it to my chest. It

and sidesteps me to get out of the bathroom. The door closes  with a

to be a dad. My  mouth parted but nothing came out as I stare at the pregnancy 

throat completely dries.  She’s pregnant. My heart starts thumping in my chest.

on top of the test. My  hands are shaky as I kneeled down beside it. Staring at it

image of Blake  holding a pregnant Stacy wretches out a sob from throat. He’d  be happy as he rubs her stomach, waiting for their baby to

be a dad and

lips as tears blurred my vision. “This 

  how I looked right now, crying at a pregnancy test

Rosalie’s voice. She’s

is beside

pulls me into her

“This isn’t my test. It’s Stacy’s and she’s  expecting his child.” A laugh comes out of my parted lips but 

in a sharp breath and pulls me tighter into her  embrace. “F*ck.” Was the only thing she could

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