Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

I felt like I was a shell of myself. I had not slept well the entire  night, I was certain that my eyes were red rimmed.  

I breathed out a tired sigh and opened my locker.  

I had chosen to wear sweatpants and an oversized cardigan. It  was a huge contrast to how I normally dressed. I looked like I  had just woken up from sleep.  

A folded piece of paper falls at my feet. I had the urge to just  throw it back into the locker, let it get swallowed by my endless  books. But I didn’t, instead I picked it up and unfold it slowly. 

I saw you, you looked ravishing. xxx  

My brows furrowed and I turned the paper around.  I left a gift for you. It’s in the envelope. Hope you will love it.  

I crumble the paper and I find myself smiling for the first time  today. I had not asked Blake if it were him the first time I got  the note but I was certain it was his doing.  

I fumble through my things in the locker until I grasp a white  envelope. I felt it for a second, trying to see if I’d be able to  know what was inside of it.  

Not having the slightest idea as to what it was, I decided to  open it. My fingers clutch what felt like photographic paper  before I pulled it out.  

I feel the blood leave my face as I stared at a picture of Blake  and I having sex in Mr. Felix cla*sroom. Our faces were very  much visible. I quickly turned the picture.  

You like it rough I see.  

My stomach churn and I felt nauseous. I swiftly place the picture  back in the envelope and look around. There weren’t many  students as yet. It was seven fifteen, really early.  

I uncrumble the paper as best as I could. My heart thuds when I  noticed something for the first time. This was not Blake’s 

handwriting. I quickly throw the envelope in my locker and  slammed it shut.  

There was no way I’d throw it in the bin. I would not want  anyone to see it.  

I ran to the bathroom, clutching my bag tightly. As soon as I  was in the stall, I locked the door and sat down on the closed  toilet.  

The tears flowed down freely as I sobbed clutching the paper.  Who could be doing this?  

The photo emerged in my head and I sobbed louder. My hands  were on the desk, a*s arched as Blake’s hands clutched my waist  from behind. My dress was hunched up so he could’ve gotten  more access and his jeans were down to his ankle.  

His head was thrown back in ecstasy as one side of my face was  pressed to the desk. From what I could tell the photo looked  like it was taken from outside.  

He or she must’ve been beside the windows. Which was unusual  for anyone to be around that area. It was off limits for the  student body. They could leak the photo.  

I got up quickly, turn around, knelt and lifted up the seat so I  could wrench into the toilet bowl. My throat burned as I  vomited into the toilet, eyes watering at the putrid scent of  vomit. I could be ruined.