Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 

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 
Blake enters the room. My heart leaps my  own, burning me with a sudden heat. I clas. I suggest you go  to your asigned cla*s.” a way for us to  speak, 
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 

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 
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 
 as they stride towards me. My back straightens as  I awaited whatever nonsense and insult they would 
have some nerve coming to school today  knowing what you did.” Lucy starts. I ignore  her,running a you’re a slut now. I mean going  after a guy who’s taken? Not so much of an a  whore, sleeping with your so-called best mean  look at her, there’s really nothing to look at. Just a  sad slut looking for lifting my head to stare at them. I  let my hair curtain around my 
tremble slightly as I halt my actions. No  matter what I do, I’d never get distracted enough  to not let their words hurt. I bite into the soft flesh  of my bottom lip harshly until I could 
I’d never show my face again.” Lucy  snickered. The cla*s was filling up already and I  could sure as hell act  my fingers over the fallen tear. I hear their loud  cackle 
 up to.” Mr. Gustavo announces. The rest of the  cla*s is silent as I ponder over Lucy and her  friend’s words. Was 
I’ve avoided Blake like the plague for the rest of  my cla*ses. But now it was lunch and my stomach  rolls with unease. I wouldn’t be able to escape him  this time. 
I push my bag in my locker and then closed it  shut. I squirm as I felt the accusing eyes of  everyone. I fortunately hadn’t seen Stacy today, it  was like she hadn’t bothered to come to school. It  made me all the more guilty. 
I sighed, turned around and strutted to the  cafeteria. I was hungry and even though everyone  sent me sneers, it wouldn’t stop me from filling my  stomach with well needed food. All this hiding from  Blake made me hungry. 
My belly grumbles as I enter the cafeteria. It’s  already crowded and I hoped there were enough  students around to not have Blake recognize me  straight away. The longer the wait the more time I  have to calm my nerves. 
I strut over to the line, crossing my arms under my  breast. There were about five people before me,  not so much but enough to have me impatient to  get my food. 
I did a happy dance in my head when it was finally  my turn. Reaching over to take a lunch tray, I lift it 
My eyes fall into a set of blue orbs. My brows furrowed when she didn’t look away. 
She was petite with jet black hair that was  securely wrapped inside a hair net. She wasn’t old  but she definitely wasn’t in her twenties. 
She was definitely new here, I have not seen her  around. Her eyes studies me, stopping on the gold  chain Blake had gotten me for my birthday last  year. 
“I’d like the burger please.” I said bringing her out  of her gawking. As if snapping back to reality she  shakes her head slightly. With a toothy smile she  nods. “Sure darling.” Her voice comes out soft. 
My eyes drop to the burgers on the tray, my belly  growls. Drawing my eyes up to hers, I smile  sheepishly. “Make that two please, oh and a box  juice.”