Chapter 22
It feels like the tables had turned, Blake was now the one avoiding me like the plague for the rest of the day. I couldn’t blame him, I had done the same thing. But it didn’t lessen on how painful it was to see him brush pa*s me in the hallway.
He walked with so much confidence and so much pride but didn’t once glance my way. It hurt so bad as I watched him walk away, hoping he would turn and look at me. But he never did.
It felt like we had now become strangers and I hated it. I didn’t want to lose Blake, but I didn’t know how to fix this. It was my fault that our friendship now had an invisible barrier between us, I should’ve never gone to that party.
I walked out of the school building, relieved that I’m finally going home. All the whispers and stares had taken a toll on me. They got into my head until I too began to believe those words. I was a slut.
A heavy arm slings over my shoulders. Turning my head to see who dared, I groaned seeing my brother’s smirking face smiling down at me. “Home time sister.” He chuckles as he walks together with my fast pace.
“Arden get your arm off my shoulder.” I hissed even though I didn’t try to remove it. He laughs it off as we walked over to Ryan’s car. Not spotting Ryan anywhere close by, we waited for him beside the expensive car.
Arden moves a couple of feet away from me. I lean back on the metal of the car door, avoiding Arden’s stare. I knew he was itching to ask me what I really didn’t want to answer. But there was no going around this, I had to face this sooner or later.
I sighed crossing my arms and looked at him. “Go on ask away.”
I’m surprised to not see judgement in his eyes. I had been seeing this the entire day and it was honestly draining. I knew deep down that the judgement of everyone was the main reason I couldn’t seem to let go and enjoy what Blake and I shared.
He crosses his arms in a protective brother mode. Even though I was older Arden seemed to think that he was the first child. It was honestly annoying to have your little brother bossing you around like a toddler.
“I’ve been hearing rumors circulating around the school. Mind telling me what the F*ck is going on?” He asked calmly.
I sucked in my bottom lip, my fingers pressing into the flesh of my arm. “What exactly did you hear?” I asks.
He snorts.” Well there are many but my favourite is hearing how you slept with Blake at the party last night. Oh and how Stacy broke up with Blake after catching you two in an empty room, in their words ‘F*cking each other’s brains out’. He laughs at the end, clearly finding it amusing.
But it wasn’t a bit amusing for me, in fact my stomach began to cramp with unease until I felt nauseous. Arden sees my unease, the horror written on my face and lets his features soften.
“Ashley you don’t have to answer.” He mumbles.
Tears blurred my vision and I blinked them away, turning my head away from Arden. “It was a dare, he was dared to kiss me, that’s all. I swear that’s all Arden.” I whispered.
I was such a hypocrite, a liar. That wasn’t all we had done, in fact I feared that if those girls’ words hadn’t brought me back to reality, we would’ve done so much more.
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