Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

ey's

idating. I gulped some much needed air, staring at the many faces inside the t

at we would be surrounded by their many admirers. I reach for my ponytail, separated my black tres

a tinge of mint and aftershave. He sees me staring at the crowd of rowdy teenagers c

it's not like they could do you anythin

eat me like I was dirt under their expensive shoes. Given I didn'

ehow magically got nicer towards me. They would lose their scowls

the school. And to top it off, they were the optimum of drop dead gorgeous.

to face Blake, squinting when the ray of sun almost blinds me. "Come on." He urges p

bly. My palms itch to wrap around his torso to hold him but I fought against it. There wasn't a rea

I feel myself shrink in his arms and the familiar feeling of nervousnes

him. I could swear that I had seen him before in one of my classes. He was probably

flowed down her back. The crop top she wore, showed off the navel piercing that almost had m

ing annoyed. It wasn't like they wouldn't see him tomorrow. At least let me

wd. It was a small crowd compared to when we were at school. I spo

ll failed to mention it to me?" I

me, I really thought I would suffocate. Ryan throws his head back and gives off a laugh. "Maybe we a

ixing my gla

lips he looks over to Blake. My heart drums in my chest. Does he know that I have

y?" I question even though I knew the answer. It was just a fe

g through the menu, we already know what's on there." He chuckles and throws it down on

ldn't help but let a silent chuckle slip pass my lips.

constipated." I giggle

that." Ryan sings, misch

eyes at him.

goes back to tapping away on his phone.

ce question

ts spilling. "Still clumsy." Blake clicks his tongue and seats down.

Ryan says still typing away to god knows who. It was probably one of those poor girls who thought

ard his hiss of pain. "So finally got rid of those admirers of

umming?" He smirks, making Ryan burst into loud laughter. It dra

I stumble over my words not knowing how to respond to tha

nvelopes us. Ryan lets out a grunt of displeasure but doesn't say anything.

p was so tight that her boobs were screaming to be free. Didn'

ed like that I'd get a

into my own. Resentment swims in those blue eyes a

" I ret