Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

In a swift move, I was out of the door before  anyone else. My breathing was rough as I strutted  to my next cla*s. The bell had just rang and I  needed to get out of Blake’s sight.

I wasn’t ready to talk to him.

“Ley!” Blake shouts a couple distance away from  me. The air gets stuck in my lungs as my footsteps  have now turned into an almost sprint.

I brush past students that were very attentive to  what was going on. Their gazes were focused on  Blake and I. Ready for whatever show they were  expecting.

Seeing the wooden door to the calculus cla*sroom  has me breathing out a sigh of relief. It was just a  tiny bit of footsteps away.

“Ashley Grey!” Blake yells. Oh crap, he’s mad.  Blake only uses my full name when he’s mad at  me.

Deep down I knew I was a coward for running  away from him but I couldn’t help it. I was scared  of getting hurt. It was only inevitable.

My fingers wrap around the cold metal knob and  twist it open. Giving a forced awkward smile to Mr.  Gustavo, I walked in the cla*s. I was the first one  there fortunately as I sat my bum on the wooden  chair.

Sighing in relief, I settle my bag on the graffiti wooden desk. A few seconds later the door opens

roughly and Blake enters the room. My heart leaps  when he walks in with determination.

My heart pounds as his blue eyes locked into my  own, burning me with a sudden heat. I was in  trouble. “Ashley-” He starts.

“Mr. Reed, you’re not in this clas. I suggest you go  to your asigned cla*s.” Mr. Gustavo deadpanned.  He was a very strict man, frightening when he was  vexed.

Sighing in defeat Blake nods. He turns to me, his  eyes promising that he’d find a way for us to  speak, alone. “I’ll see you soon.” Was his last word  before leaving the cla*s.

I should’ve felt a sort of ease that he no longer  was in the same room with me. But it only made  me feel a rapid wave of anxiety. I knew Blake and  I very much know that he’ll do anything to get his  way. And that is what I was most scared of.

The door opens again, this time Lucy and her  friend enter. They were giggling at something they  were conversing about. They were both dressed in  their cheer outfits, the skirt not lengthy enough to  cover their buns.

Lucy’s steeling eyes quickly snaps to mine as if  sensing someone looking at her.Quickly tearing my  eyes away, I reach for my bag, playing with the  zipper as a means to distract myself.

I hear the soft thud of their shoes on the tiled floor  as they stride towards me. My back straightens as  I awaited whatever nonsense and insult they would  throw my way.

“You have some nerve coming to school today  knowing what you did.” Lucy starts. I ignore  her,running a finger down the zipper of my bag as  a distraction.