Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
I hear the clacking of her heels nearing and I couldn’t  prevent myself from lifting my head. Her eyes are a  stormy blue. Rage. Rage poured in the depths of her  eyes, eyes Blake seemed to like. 
“You’re boring.” Her red lips curl into a sneer, the white  pearly teeth now visible. I feel the invisible blow and  stagger back as she advances. 
“You’re not even pretty.” She continues, her eyes racking  over my form in displeasure. Her blue eyes settle on my  leggings and she snorts. “And for F*ck sake you can’t  even dress right.” She laughs but it’s void of humor. 
By now we were inches apart with me having to crane  my neck to look at her. It was no secret that I was short.  I blamed my mom for this stupid height. I always  seemed to look like a little kid compared to everyone  else. It’s no wonder Blake doesn’t see me as anything  more than a friend. 

“I don’t get why he can’t seem to leave you for just a  second. What do you have that I don’t?” She grits out  harshly and reaches over to wrap her finger around my  inky black tresses. 
I gulp having the urge to back away but not wanting to  give her the satisfaction of seeing me uneasy. So I  sucked in the slight panicky feeling and mustered up the  courage to glower at her. 
I could smell her sickening scent of flowers mixed with  the smell of alcohol. I hold back the gag I dreadfully  wanted to let out.” Well I have intelligence and that’s  something you lack. You know the saying, brains over  beauty.” 
What’s wrong with me? Why was I provoking her? And  why do I love it? 
I could see the gears shifting in her head, see her  contemplate if to knock me. I wasn’t one for altercations  and hated the thought of being in one. But I couldn’t  promise to stay still if she decided to punch me in the  face. 
Before I could think or have time to move out of her way,  her hand was already gripping around the bone of my  wrist. Her nails are pointy and scratches the surface of  my skin with the sudden pressure she added. 
The strong scent of liquor reaches  my nose and I flinch away. She lets go of my wrist and I  take that opportunity to back 
in being with you. Think about it Ley, the guy  had his chance to be with you but he isn’t. That just  means you’re nothing. He 
hair behind her shoulder. I hated that she mocked  the nickname Blake called me.I didn’t 
I felt. She wouldn’t win. I  open my mouth ready the first to speak. 
and turn to face him, forcing a smile on  my face. “Did you get the ping pong ball?” I question. I  know 
He shows the ping pong ball and  walks to the table. Stacy struts over to him and wraps 
 way. The thought was saddening but I needed to realize  that I needed to move on. 

it  was a whole bucket!” Ryan laughs 
staring at Blake. It was so strange to know that  many guys were afraid of him. Yes he in a second but still he’s Blake. My Blake. you really have to make the guy pee on 
shrugs, not at all fazed that he just made a guy pee  his pants. The guy who apparently hosted this party. Will  we get kicked out? I mean 
“Catch!” He shouts, throwing some  beer at Blake. Chuckling he easily catches them and  starts 
the pressure of  wanting to back out. “Uh how does this game work  exactly?” I whispered to to throw the  ball in the opponent’s cup. If the ball lands inside the cup  they and my head quickly snaps to the cups  that were filled to the brim. Nerves instantly swim in my  stomach. “So you’re saying if so happens that Blake or  Stacy lands the cups. “What, want to back out?” An glare. “Let’s do  this Ryan. ” I gritted out and walk closer 
“Don’t be so eager there Ley. I’m very good with my  aim.” Blake winks, smirking. 
I smile. “It’s just sad that I’m better.” I said cockily. “Is that a challenge?” He smirks. 
“Ooh things are heating up!” Ryan claps. 
I nodded. “It’s not a challenge if I know I’m going to win.  “ 
Blake continues to smirk, his eyes flashing with mirth. He  throws the ball and it lands perfectly in one of the cups  before me. “Drink up.” He teases. 
I glare at him feeling anxious to taste the beer. It would  be my first time and I dreaded it. Again why did I agree  to come here? I reach over for the cup and Ryan reaches  for one also. I gulp and take out the ball. With one last  glance at Blake I quickly gulp down the bitter liquid. It  wasn’t that bad. 
I smirked putting the cup down and wiped my mouth  with the back of my hand. Blake bites the bottom of his  lip and I found it difficult to stay focused on the task. You  can’t get distracted now. 
With a breath I throw the ball into one of his cups and  jumped in excitement when it went straight into the 
liquid. Ryan and I high five each other. “Drink up.” I said  mocking his words from earlier. 
With a mocking glare he gulps down the contents of his  cup. A few more rounds later and I can honestly say that  I was somewhat out of it. I could say the same for Ryan  and Blake but I was pretty sure Stacy could handle her  liquor. The girl didn’t seem a bit drunk or tipsy. Another  thing to be jealous of. Who will be our designated driver  now? Mom and dad will kill me. “Aye Blake, Ryan, the guys are ready to play truth and  dare. Hurry up!” A blonde boy walks into the kitchen and  announces. Ryan looks up with his droopy eyes. “Hell  yeah we’re coming!” He answers. 
Wait what, we?