Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
“I want everyone to read the yellow wallpaper by  Charlotte Perkins. Then in a brief pasage explain  what you’ve learnt. I want this by tomorrow.” 
Miss  Fernandez states in a stern voice then dismisses  the clas right after the bell rings. 
I made a mental note to head to the school’s  library before going home. Sighing, I place the  books inside my bag, zipping it up while looking at  the clock. 
“What a loser.” A girl whispered to her friend while  they giggled at me. I lowered my head and slung  the bag straps over my shoulder. 
Even though dad had come early to speak to the  principal today, some of the students still thought  it was funny to call me names. Though the  principal warned them about getting suspended  some thought it was a pointless threat.
I move towards the door, not caring that I brushed  pa*s others to get out first. I hear their protest  and nasty remarks but I was determined to not let  them get to me anymore. 
I got out of the cla*sroom and headed over to my  locker. I spot my brother waiting beside it, hands  in his pockets as he leaned his head on the cold  blue metal with eyes closed. 
I rolled my eyes and purposely knocked the locker  loud enough to have him jolt. “What’s wrong  sleeping beauty?” I teased. This was the first joke I  managed to make today. 
I was not exactly in the best mood, not when Blake  was still avoiding me like the plague. That surely  didn’t go unnoticed by everyone. This made the  rumors worse especially when everyone saw Stacy  cozying up with Blake at lunch. 
The sight had revolted me so much that I went to  have lunch outside. It made me realize that Blake  had probably lied to me yesterday about breaking  up with her. 

Sure they weren’t kissing but they didn’t look like  they weren’t a couple either. I felt a hot boiling  rage of jealousy just by thinking about them  together. 
I should’ve hated him for that, I should never want  him to touch me again. But all I can think about is  his lips, the way he kissed me like I was his drug.  The way he looked like he was in ecstasy as he ate  me up like a starved man. 
I shake my head and snap back to  reality. Seeing my brother’s annoyed blue eyes has  me mentally smirking you to see your face  everyday.” very funny.” 
meet you home.” I said putting the last book in  my bag. I had a home?” Arden asks in confusion. I look up to  see bag. “No I’m not, tell  Ryan to not wait up for me. I’ll take the bus. I  won’t be long I promise. And tell dad I’ll be home not be pleased Ashley and I don’t want to  leave you here alone.” He By he was contemplating before  nodding. “Okay fine but 
scent of fresh  roses wafted through my nose until the presence  of someone 
have room for two more? Dad can’t  pick us up today and mom is in a teacher’s 
think  Ryan likes witches groans then smirks when he 
“A*shole.” Rosalie mumbles lowly. 
to face Liam and sent him a smile. “I’m  surprised that uncle Luke didn’t make you trim on  your hair yet.” I teased ruffling his 

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spoken kid, makes you wonder  why he was bestfriends with Arden who’s known  for his troublesome and reckless ways. I believed  that Arden forces him to, but then again the quiet I uttered and safely!” I shout 
“Don’t think I forgot about getting the details out  of you missy!” I hear Rosalie shout followed by a  bicker from Arden. I rolled my eyes, pulling the  straps of the bags higher on my shoulder. Those  two always bicker. 
I entered the library and smiled at the librarian on  my way. “I won’t take long.” I informed her. 
Unsurprisingly I’m the only one here and that’s  exactly how I loved it. I walked to the table to the  far corner. It was isolated and could hardly be  noticable. 
I set my bag on the wooden table and strided over  to one of the shelves. After searching for the book  for a good ten minutes I had finally spotted it. I  walked back over to the desk with the book in  hand and sat down on the wooden bench. 
It felt like an eternity as I flip through pages. The  library is so quiet that I wouldn’t be surprised if the  librarian had gone home. I was sure that I was the  only one in the school right now and the security. 
I looked down at my watch, widening my eyes  when I read three fifty five. Dad must be really  mad now. I had taken longer than expected and I  now regretted staying back. I sighed and pushed  the book I had written notes on inside the bag. 
I got up, grabbed the book and placed it back on  the shelf. Thankfully I had written all the main  notes so I wouldn’t have to bring it along with me.  Sighing I walked out the library, noting that I was  indeed correct that the librarian had gone home. 
The halls were empty, far from how it was an hour  ago with hormonal teenagers roaming about. It felt  oddly nice. I hadn’t spotted the security yet and  wondered where he was. 
Usually he guarded the front door. He’s probably  late. I wouldn’t be surprised, that wouldn’t be the  first time he was late. I nibble on my lip as I  continue to walk. 
A prickling feeling has the little hairs on my arm to  stand up to attention. My heart starts to thud  uncontrollably as the feeling of being watched  creeps up my spine. My slow steps have now  turned to a jog as I prayed that I was just  hallucinating. 
My mouth opens to scream but gets muffled by a  huge hand that covers half of my face. My hands  reach up to scratch at the hand but to no avail.  Tears blurred my vision when my bag falls and the  body of a male pulls me into an empty cla*sroom. 
My finger nails dig into his flesh wishing to cause  him pain as I thrash around to get free. He hisses  pressing his palm harshly on my mouth until it  feels numb. 
“You’re a hard girl to get alone.” An unfamiliar boy  whispers beside my ear, biting my earlobe.