Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel Chapter 16

“You’re late.” Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I  halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the  wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and  radiated upward into my cheeks.

I shifted on my feet in discomfort. My green eyes  dart to the circular clock on the far wall. He was  right, I was exactly five minutes late.

I move my eyes away from the clock to scan  around the cla*s. Everyone’s eyes were on me,  studying me, waiting for whatever excuse I would  give.

But I didn’t have any, somehow my brain seemed  to not function properly this early. Or it was  probably the alcohol that still lingered in my body.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again sir.” I said softly,  closing the wooden door behind me.

“Just get to your partner and start working.” He  huffs, leaning back on the leather seat.

I gulped and with a quick nod strutted to the back.  My head was lowered as I move around desks. I  could hear their whispering, their giggles of humor.

It made me feel like a tiny ant under a microscope.  I hated it.

“Since when do you come late to cla*s Ley?”  Blake’s voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious  fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I  hated that he affected me this much and I hated  that I couldn’t help it.

I sighed and scoot in beside him. I place my bag  on the table before us. “Well there’s a first for  everything.” My attempt at humor seemed  fruitless.

It felt uncomfortable to talk to him, to joke with  him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have  happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in  the first place. Everything now just felt awkward  with him.

I avoid his stare as I look at the contents on the  table, well more specifically the two animals layed  on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside  a decent size gla*s tray before me.

My stomach rolls in unease as I stare at the poor  animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be  doing?” I asked nervously, finally gaining the  courage to stare at him.

My breath is caught in my throat as his piercing  blue eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air  at the intensity it held. He looked different,  something about him was different, but I couldn’t  pinpoint what exactly.

I find my eyes trailing down to his lips. Lips that  felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I  draw in a breath and tear my eyes away, feeling  awkward with my staring.

“We’re supposed to be dissecting them.” He  cringes and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in  horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked  half asleep with his feet kicked up on the dark oak  desk.