Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
I could feel the anger radiating off of Blake at my  response. He’s tense beside me, stiff as a board.  Austin looks in the rearview mirror and raises his 
brow in confusion. “So it’s complicated?” He  questions in a tone full of amusement. 
“Yes it’s complicated.” I agreed, because truly it  was. We hadn’t put a label on whatever was going  on and honestly I didn’t know what exactly we  were doing. 
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All I knew was that I love the way he makes me  feel and those intimate moments had brought us  physically closer. Emotionally, we were drifting  apart. 

I turn to face him but he’s facing out of the  window. I feel guilty for dampening his mood. I  sighed and reach over to lace my hand with his. He  stiffens then slowly moves his hand out of mine  and places it on his gym bag. 
My heart hurts and I blink back tears. I breathed  out a shaky breath and left him alone. 
“Directions?” Austin asks, staring at me through  the rearview mirror. After giving him directions to  my house the rest of the ride is in awkward  silence. 
Austin stops the  truck beside the pavement and  turns around to face me. “Well it was nice meeting  you, Blake’s complicated girlfriend.” He laughs. 
“Thank you for the ride.” I said politely and opened  the door. I walked to the back and was surprised  to see Blake already removing the  bike. When did  he get out? He places it on the ground and starts  pushing it towards my house. 
“You didn’t have to do that.” I mumble softly as I  trail behind him. He continues to push the  bike and  rest it on the wall where it usually is. I cross my  arms as he turns around. He opens his mouth then  closes it, like he wanted to say something. 
“Goodnight Ley.” He sighs and sidesteps me,  walking pa*s me. I bite my bottom lip roughly and  swiftly turn around to stare at his departing back. 
out, heart beating fast in my  chest. He turns around his face lit up with longing.  I was sure mine screamed the same. 
say or do. I wanted to kiss him, love  him the way I wanted to. Blake’s eyes dim into  disappointment. He nods and enters and I’m left  staring 
∙ School * 
Ryan groans as he drags his  feet on the floor. I 
cla*s of the  day and I haven’t seen or heard from Blake since  last night. It worried me 

exactly did you do lastnight?” I ask in a tone  of amusement. My converse smack against the  tiled floor as I make my way to my next cla*s. The  teacher was running a 
 my mom came back from work. And guess F*cking  what?” He questions in an annoyed tone. I cringe  already knowing what had 
papers so you could just sign  and be married to her? Oh wait, did she come to  tell you that she’s two months pregnant baby daddy?” I joked and waved at Rosalie shouts as 
 sluggishly strides beside me. “My mom invited her  to have dinner and I had to sit through an you’re walking 
she’d find  me unattractive. I 
amused  me to no end that Miranda was that obsessed with  him. Hopefully 
eventually be the one.” I shrugged,  biting my lip to stop the smile that was forcing it’s alarming shade of white. 
turns around so I  could get a better look at you seen Blake for in sick.” Ryan utters then turns to face  me with furrowed brows. ” Wait didn’t he tell at the floor. I  shake my head. “No  unusual for y’all to not speak. Like 
“It’s…it’s 
“Do you think he’s really sick?” I asked in worry,  chewing on my bottom lip. 
Ryan snorts like the  question amused him. 
“Blake did not sound the least bit sick. That was  just his excuse for not showing up today.” He  shrugs. 
“Uh Ryan I’ll see you later, I’m going-” I started. 
“You’re going to see him and fix whatever issues  that are between y’all. Go ahead, it’s about damn  time you skip school.” Ryan laughs. “I’m so  proud.” He wipes off invisible tears under the skin  of his eyes. 
I giggled and turned around. If Blake wasn’t really  sick then I was sure he wouldn’t be at home. He’s  mom would never allow him to skip school if he  weren’t actually sick. I knew one place he’d go. 
“Thank you.” I said to the bus driver after slipping  him a ten dollar note.” It’s just three dollars-” He  started but I cut him off. 
“Keep the change.” I said politely and got down  the bus. 
The first thing I noticed was Blake’s  motorcycle  parked beside the building. I smiled knowing I  made the right choice in coming here. I clutched  on to my bag, sighed and strode over to the  building. 
An open sign is hung on the door so I enter in. I  first hear grunts and the sound of pounding. I  round the corner and spot him, with loose  sweatpants, black gloves around his hand and 
without a shirt. Sweat glistened down his body as  he continued to send jabs at the punching bag. 
The gym is empty except for him. I wince as he  punches the bag like he would do to an enemy.  Rough and without mercy. 
I pinch my lips together and walk over to him.  When I was a couple of feet away from him I  halted afraid he’d pa*s the aggression he had on  me. 
“Blake.” I whispered. I didn’t know how he heard  me through the loud pounding and his harsh  grunts of anger. But he did and he stiffened,  stopping his actions. 
“What are you doing here?” He grumbles.