Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley‘s pov

Blake looked confused, she smiles and her eyes dance with happiness. “It‘s me, Christal. We went to school together before I moved when we were in sixth grade. I just moved back actually,” she laughs.

Blake brows furrowed and his blue eyes scan her form. She dressed pleasant unlike me who still had sweats and Blake‘s huge shirt on.

Then his eyes stopped on her features and his eyes widened in realization. My stomach does uncomfortable somersaults and my heart clenches. “Christal White?” He questions with a smile on his face.

1 swallowed the bitter tang of jealousy. Christal had been in our class until she moved away in the last term in sixth grade. She was what you‘d call the perfect girl, polite, beautiful and knew how to get what she wants. Far from how I am.

And it didn‘t come to anyone‘s surprise when Blake started to have a crush on her. He‘d blush when she was around and would stutter when she spoke to him.

He‘d try his best to make her like him back. He would pick his mother‘s flowers, beg his parents for chocolate to give to her. He thought she was his princess. Until she moved and I had to put the pieces back together. She left him shattered when she moved without saying goodbye. And I was there for him both Ryan and I. So you can imagine how jealous and angry I felt when he literally said her full name, smiled at her the way he used to in sixth grade.

He remembered her but not me. I blinked back the familiar sting of incoming tears.

She nods, her eyes portraying how happy she felt that Blake remembered her. “Yes that‘s me, how‘s Ryan? The last time I saw him he had braces on.” She laughed.

instead?” She giggled and then her warm brown eyes fell on me

hair gave it

furrowed my brow, reaching up and raked my fingers through my loose curly

“Well.”

he won‘t be able to answer all your questions. I‘m surprised he remembers you since you left him without saying goodbye.” 1 Was I acting like a bitch? Yes. Did I care? Not one bit.

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head “Rot shot at the back of my head trying to save attend “lle animits dropping his hands and wraps hin fingers around the coolmetal of

form He nods and turns to me and smiles.” Yes I am, Ashley has been taking good care of me Don‘t know how I would‘ve done it

my heart melts at his charming smile but vexation still runs in my veins for

emotion. His forehead creased in a frown but he doesn‘t question my now sudden cold

down to stare at Blake‘s hand more specifically the ring wrapped around his finger: Her eyes widen

acting this way. I was about to answer but Blake answered before I could He reaches over to grasp my hand that showed off my wedding ring and lifts it to show it to Christal who looked even more surprised. “Yes I am, apparently I put a ring on her. You know, claiming her

and nearly awed at the way he almost sounded possessive, More and more he‘s beginning to

no fakeness, nothing portraying that she did not like the news. She was always perfect, I guess she stayed that way. “I‘m happy for

staying for long?” It was Blake who asked the question. I nearly