Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

by Demiah13 Chapter 16 eBooksCat

“You’re late.” Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I
halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the
wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and
radiated upward into my cheeks.

I shifted on my feet in discomfort. My green eyes

dart to the circular clock on the far wall. He was
right, I was exactly five minutes late.

I move my eyes away from the clock to scan

around the cla*s. Everyone’s eyes were on me,
studying me, waiting for whatever excuse I would
give.

But I didn’t have any, somehow my brain seemed

to not function properly this early. Or it was
probably the alcohol that still lingered in my body.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again sir.” I said softly,

closing the wooden door behind me.

“Just get to your partner and start working.” He

huffs, leaning back on the leather seat.

I gulped and with a quick nod strutted to the back.

My head was lowered as I move around desks. I
could hear their whispering, their giggles of humor.
It made me feel like a tiny ant under a microscope.
I hated it.

“Since when do you come late to cla*s Ley?”

Blake’s voice has a teasing tone to it. A delicious
fluttering started in my abdomen at his voice. I
hated that he affected me this much and I hated
that I couldn’t help it.

I sighed and scoot in beside him. I place my bag

on the table before us. “Well there’s a first for
everything.” My attempt at humor seemed
fruitless.

It felt uncomfortable to talk to him, to joke with

him. Kissing him last night shouldn’t have
happened. I should’ve never gone to the party in
the first place. Everything now just felt awkward
with him.

I avoid his stare as I look at the contents on the

table, well more specifically the two animals layed
on the table. A dead frog was neatly placed inside
a decent size gla*s tray before me.

My stomach rolls in unease as I stare at the poor

animal. “What exactly are we supposed to be
doing?” I asked nervously, finally gaining the
courage to stare at him.
My breath is caught in my throat as his piercing
blue eyes lock into my own. I’m left panting for air
at the intensity it held. He looked different,
something about him was different, but I couldn’t
pinpoint what exactly.

I find my eyes trailing down to his lips. Lips that

felt so good on mine, lips I can’t ever forget. I
draw in a breath and tear my eyes away, feeling
awkward with my staring.

“We’re supposed to be dissecting them.” He

cringes and slips on white gloves. My eyes widen in
horror as I snap my eyes to Mr Simon. He looked
half asleep with his feet kicked up on the dark oak
desk.

“Sir isn’t this animal cruelty?” The question slips

before I could stop it. It comes out loud and
accusing. Mr. Simon dark brows furrowed in
confusion before his lips thinned into an unpleasant
frown.The heads of the students turn to face me as
I’ve now gained their attention. Uh oh.

“Do not question me Miss Grey. Do your work and

I’ll do mine. If you want to be graded I’d suggest
you start dissecting.” He hisses and crosses his
ankles. “Now get to work all of you!” He shouts
angrily. Everyone turns away from me and starts
to do exactly that.
Gulping I nodded. “Don’t worry about him Ley, he
probably didn’t get laid last night.” Blake jokes in a
hushed tone then pokes my sides. Squirming at
the ticklish feeling I swat at his hand, giggling
silently.

Maybe it doesn’t have to be awkward after all.

Maybe it didn’t affect him the way that it had done
to me. Maybe Blake had forgotten all about it. And
why does that thought hurt?

I reach over for the gloves that Blake kindly placed

before me. I slip them on slower than necessary. I
felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger then
my entire hand, cocooning my hand with it’s
warmth.

“Have you seen Ryan?” I asks, trying to make

conversation. This wasn’t exactly the question I
wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him if he had heard
the rumors circling around the school.

The rumors that I was sure weren’t pleasant and

far from the truth. But I refrain, it will only make
things more awkward than it already was. He tried
to hide it but I could sense the tension between us.

“No. But when does Ryan ever be early for

school?” He chuckles. He had a point. Ryan was
never early and he was supposed to be in this
cla*s. At Least he was missing dissecting a frog.

I looked at the small creature that was once alive

and full of life. With a sigh I reach over for the tiny
knife for dissecting. My hands shook as I clutched
the cold metal and draw it to the small frog.

I swallow twice before backing away. “I can’t do

it.” I shook my head. Blake clutches on to my hand
and brings me closer to him. I stilled and later
relaxed when he brushed his thumb on my skin to
calm me down.

“It’s fine bambina, I’ll help you.” He promises then

guides me back to the table. He settles himself at
the back of me and my breath hitches when his
front presses into my back.

I quickly look around to see if anyone was looking

at our new position. We were at the back
thankfully and since Ryan hasn’t shown up it was
only Kiana that sat on the opposite side of us.

But she hardly spared us a glance, to focus on

enjoying dissecting a frog to care about her
surroundings. Mr. Simon was too busy snoring to
notice either.
Blake’s palm burns through the latex that covered
my hand as he holds it. His other hand slides on
my waist and stays there firmly. My heart leaps as
he draws me more into him. Until I could feel
every inch of his muscular physique.

Tingles are creating havoc in my body at his

actions and I’m almost panting for air. His hand
guides me to the frog and starts dissecting. His
head dips until his lips brush against the flesh of
my ear.

“I can’t stop thinking about last night.” He

whispers while helping me cut open a dead frog.

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Demiah13 Chapter 17

I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart began to

hammer behind my breast. Uncontrollable. Blake
presses his fingers more into the flesh of my waist.

Heat emanates from the pads of his fingers into

the material of the dress I had chosen to wear until
it reaches my flesh.

My lower region responds quickly and I feel my

vagina clench in anticipation. I desperately fought
to prevent myself from rubbing my thighs together
to relieve the sudden pleasurable ache.
“I can’t stop thinking about the way you taste.” He
continues to whisper. The hand that was on my
waist travels down until it was close, almost
touching my inner thigh.

He was so close, so close to where I really wanted

him to touch. I could feel a sudden bump pressing
into my back. I knew it was his cock and just the
thought of him turned on by me pleases me so
much that a low moan slips out.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you

responded. The way you felt. I want more.” He
groans and pushes his front more into me until I
could feel his length. He felt hard, big and long
against my back. My hands itch to touch him
through his jeans.

My head is clouded with him, I couldn’t think

properly. The hand I was cutting the frog shakes
uncomfortably.

My eyes dip to stare at his hand that was

dangerously close to my feminine regions. My
breathing comes in rough pants at the sight.Seeing
his big hand close to where I wanted him to touch
suddenly made me feel hot all over. His fingers
were inches away from where I desperately want
him. Just a little more.
Never would I have thought that Blake and I would
ever be in this position. Yes he always teased me
and made sexual jokes but Blake was always hard
to read. Like now, I didn’t know if he was being
serious or was playing around. But this wasn’t the
same, it was different, too intimate.

But the hard bulge pressing on to my back makes

me think otherwise. Maybe he was serious, maybe
Blake does want more.

Then my eyes snap up when I hear a sudden

screech from a blonde girl on one of the tables
before us. She seemed to be terrified of the
creature she was dissecting.

Her blonde hair reminds me of a certain someone.

Someone who wouldn’t be pleased if she saw us in
this position. Guilt crawls in my stomach until it
envelops my entire body. Everyone was right, I
was a slut for making Blake touch me this way
knowing he has a girlfriend. I should be disgusted.

My grip on the knife tightens as I finally get out of

the daze. “Blake stop, Stacy.” I breathed out. Upon
hearing her name he freezes and moves away
from me abruptly. I miss his warmth but I knew I
had to stop this before it escalated.
Yes I love Blake and him finally showing interest
was all I ever wanted, but not like this. Not when
he had a girlfriend. And just by his swift actions of
pulling away from me, I knew he was still with her.
Did you think he’d leave her for you? Just because
you guys kissed? It was just a dare remember? My
inner voice taunts.

“Ley-“

“Stop.” I whispered, clenched my eyes shut. “Just

let’s forget it ever happened.” I breathed out then
opened my eyes back. I could feel his eyes on me,
feel his burning stare but I refused to look at him.
Instead I focus on dissecting the frog.

“Ley-” He starts again, his voice is now heavy with

what I presume as guilt.

“Sorry I’m late sir, my dog died!” Ryan shouts as

he enters the cla*sroom. He bangs the door hard
enough to have the hinges shake from the force.

You don’t even have a dog.

Mr. Simon jolts awake, glaring at Ryan who

interrupted his sleep. “There’s no excuse for
tardiness Ryan.” He grumbles in a harsh voice.”
You’ve missed more than half the cla*s.” An
unpleasant scowl etched on his face.
How would you know if he missed half the cla*s
when you were too busy sleeping?

Ryan waves him off and walks over to the back. A

smile stretches on his face when he spots me.
Then a frown creases his forehead when he notices
the invisible tension between Blake and I.

Sliding beside Kiana, he turns to face me and

sends me a questioning look. With an awkward
smile I turn away from him. I was embarra*sed
that I would’ve let Blake do whatever he planned
to do to me, knowing he belonged to another.

I hear Blake sigh beside me but doesn’t try to

speak to me again. Instead he reaches for the
knife and starts cutting up his frog. I didn’t know if
to be disappointed by his dismissal or be happy
that he didn’t try to engage me in a conversation.

I was right. It was too late to go back to how it

was between us. Something changed.

“What the F*ck are we supposed to do with this

shit?!” Ryan questions in a hushed tone to Kiana. I
bite my lip to suppress my laughter. I knew Ryan
was disgusted by anything that looked slimy.
“We have to dissect-” Kiana doesn’t get to finish
because Ryan starts hurling directly on the dead
frog. I winced and drop the knife on the table.

“Shit.” Blake says beside me.

Another retch from Ryan and I became worried.

Everyone’s attention is on him, including Mr.
Simon who doesn’t look at all pleased. The smell of
vomit is smothering. I strut over to Ryan but
before I could reach beside him Mr. Simon stops
me.

“No one go near him!” He hisses walking over to

Ryan with a metal trash can.

My teeth grit together in anger.” He’s sick, I want

to check if he’s alright.” I say through clenched
teeth. Pushing the metal trash can into Ryan’s
hands roughly, Mr. Simon turns to me.

“He’s fine.” He says then turns to Ryan. “Go to the

nurse.” He urges pushing Ryan slightly.

Ryan looks up from the trashcan and smiles. “I’m

fine guys jus-” He throws up and starts for the
door. I breathed out an angry breath and head
back over to my table.
After the door closes behind Ryan, everyone goes
back to their task. I’m left worried about Ryan
while Blake is still beside me. Too close than
necessary.

I could feel the heat emanating from his body. The

little hairs on his arms brush against my smooth
skin, leaving tingles in its wake. He didn’t have to
really do much to make me weak.

“We need to talk after cla*s Ley.” Blake says

beside me. He was right, we do need to talk
eventually. But it was time for me to admit that I
was afraid where this conversation would lead to.

I was afraid I’d succumb to his advances like I

knew I would. So I settled to not answer him and
continue my work. I wasn’t ready and I don’t think
I’ll ever be.

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Demiah13 Chapter 18

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
roughly and Blake enters the room. My heart leaps
when he walks in with determination.

My heart pounds as his blue eyes locked into my

own, burning me with a sudden heat. I was in
trouble. “Ashley-” He starts.

“Mr. Reed, you’re not in this clas. I suggest you go

to your asigned cla*s.” Mr. Gustavo deadpanned.
He was a very strict man, frightening when he was
vexed.

Sighing in defeat Blake nods. He turns to me, his

eyes promising that he’d find a way for us to
speak, alone. “I’ll see you soon.” Was his last word
before leaving the cla*s.

I should’ve felt a 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 is what I was most scared of.

The door 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 skirt not lengthy enough to
cover their buns.
Lucy’s steeling eyes quickly snaps 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 myself.

I hear the soft thud of their shoes on the tiled floor

as they stride towards me. My back straightens as
I awaited whatever nonsense and insult they would
throw my way.

“You have some nerve coming to school today

knowing what you did.” Lucy starts. I ignore
her,running a finger down the zipper of my bag as
a distraction.

“Everyone knows you’re a slut now. I mean going

after a guy who’s taken? Not so much of an
innocent girl now are you Ashley?” She taunted
sliding into the seat on my right.

Her friend slides into the one on my left and I’m

now sandwiched between the two. “You’re a
whore, sleeping with your so-called best friend
knowing he has a girlfriend. You’ve always been
after him haven’t you?” She insulted.

“Yeah like Blake would ever settle for her, I mean

look at her, there’s really nothing to look at. Just a
sad slut looking for attention.” Her friend sneered.
I didn’t bother lifting my head to stare at them. I
let my hair curtain around my face to block them
from seeing the moisture in my eyes.

My fingers 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 taste the
metallic tang of blood.

“Your name is tarnished around this school, if I

were you I’d never show my face again.” Lucy
snickered. The cla*s was filling up already and I
could feel the prickles of their stares.

Was I really a slut for kissing Blake? Maybe I was.

I sure as hell act liked it in biology, having him
touch me so intimately knowing he was taken.

A tear slipped out and I quickly brushed the pad of

my fingers over the fallen tear. I hear their loud
cackle knowing they were breaking me with their
words.

“Settle down now children, we have much to catch

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 really a slut?
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
up. 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.”

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Demiah13 Chapter 19

I set the tray down on one of the vacant lunch

tables and sat down on the wooden bench. It was
in the far corner, different from sitting in the
center with Blake and Ryan.
I fix the gla*ses on the bridge of my nose then
outstretch my hands to grab one of the burgers.
My fingers push into the soft buns as I bring it to
my mouth.

“Jeez Ashley I’ve been looking for you

everywhere.”

I freeze with my mouth parted on the burger. Then

relaxed when I realized that it was Ryan. His
auburn hair looks wild, like he had run his hands
through his hair many times.

He plants himself on the chair opposite to mine.

Setting his tray down he cringes while poking a
fork into what I presume was macaroni and
cheese.

“Why didn’t you sit where we normally sat?” Ryan

asks as he pushes a forkful of macaroni in his
mouth.

I bite into the burger, relishing in the taste. I

shrugged. Ryan rolls his eyes before dropping the
fork on the tray. He crosses his arms over his
chest and raises a thick brow in question. “Mind
telling me what’s wrong with you today?”
I swallowed and place the burger down. I sighed
when he waited for my answer. “Do you still feel
nauseous-“

“Don’t answer my question with a question.

Answer me Ashley, don’t let me go fetch Blake for
you.” He snaps.

I stiffen hearing his name. Ryan notices and his

eyes soften drastically. “It’s him isn’t it?” He
questions softly.

I nibble on my lip and tear my eyes away from the

pity look he sent me.

“It’s not just him, it’s everyone.” I mumble not

feeling hungry anymore. “Don’t act like you
haven’t heard about the disgusting rumors that
have been circulating around the entire school.”

Ryan snorts. “Who gives a F*ck about those stupid

rumors? We all know exactly what happened,
you’re not a slut Ashley.”

I turn to face him nibbling on my lip. His eyes still

held a tinge of pity but the rage had almost
overpowered it. “Look, I’m the cause of all this. If I
hadn’t made that stupid dare those dumb rumors
wouldn’t be circulating around. Please don’t pay
attention to them Ashley, this is my fault and I’ll
fix it.

“You can’t fix it Ryan, everyone sees me as a slut

who made out with her best friend that is taken. I
feel bad that I enjoyed kissing him knowing he was
with Stacy. I’m the laughing stock of the entire
school.” I say softly not having the appetite to eat.

“That best friend wasn’t complaining when you

kissed him Ashley. Look, I didn’t make that dare
only to benefit you, I did it for Blake too. And as
for Stacy, that relationship was doomed to end.”
He sighs and pushes another forkful of macaroni in
his mouth.

My brows furrowed. “What do you mean about it

benefiting Blake? He probably hates me now for
putting tension in his relationship with Stacy. “

Ryan sighs as if talking to me was giving him a

headache. “I don’t see what’s so difficult to see
here. You love him and he lo-“

” Ashley’s in love with who?” Blake’s rough voice

joins in on the conversation. Ryan stops mid
sentence and pushes a forkful of macaroni in his
mouth to not answer Blake’s pending question. I
stiffen feeling his looming presence behind me.
Blake settles down beside me, closer than
necessary. His scent engulfs my entire senses and
I clench my thighs together at the sudden tingling
in between my legs. The tiny hairs on his arm
brushes against my smooth skin, leaving
goosebumps in its wake.

He sets his tray down on the table. I could feel his

burning eyes on me, feel the way it heated up my
body. I looked forward, avoiding his intimidating
stare. “You’ve been avoiding me Ley. Why is that?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nearly

groaned aloud when his voice sends pleasurable
shocks through my body. ” I wasn’t avoiding you.”
I mumble, I still didn’t have the courage to look at
him.

“Really, then why were you running away from

me?” He questions with a slight tinge of
amusement.

When I don’t answer he breathes out a sigh. “Ley

we need to talk eventually.” He mumbles. “We
need to talk about what’s going on between us.”

Between us. I always wanted to hear those words,

I prayed to hear them one day. But hearing them
now didn’t feel right, not when he was still taken.
It all just made me feel more of a slut.
“There’s nothing going on between us Blake, it was
just a dare remember? “

Finally getting the courage to look at him, I stared

into those blue eyes that always seemed to make
my heart skip a beat. “Please don’t feed those
rumors more Blake. ” I pleaded.

He needed to see that I’d only cause problems for

him, a handsome guy like him could have any girl
he wanted. So who was I to satisfy him? I know
Blake like the back of my hand and he wouldn’t
settle down for a book nerd like me.

“I don’t give a F*ck about rumors Ley!” He roars.

Of course he doesn’t. He isn’t on the receiving end
of those malicious words.

My nostrils flared in anger. “You may not care

about the rumors but I do! I do not want to be
cla*sified as the school’s slut just because I was
dared to kiss you!” I hissed and got up.

All I saw was red as I walked away from the table,

not caring that he was calling after me. He
wouldn’t understand how I felt when I heard the
rumors, he never will. He was after all the school’s
heartthrob, he’d never look bad to anyone.
I trudge to the bathroom, the only place I could be
alone for now. Everyone was busy eating lunch or
doing god knows what, so luckily the bathroom
was empty.

I slammed the door to the bathroom roughly and

sighed, walking over to the stall. But the quietness
doesn’t last long. The door suddenly opens and the
presence of someone comes behind me.

“You’re not getting away from me this time. Not

until we talk.” Blake declares, the door closing
behind him with a soft thud.

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Demiah13 Chapter 20

My eyes widen as I stared at his enraged face.

“This is the girls bathroom Blake, you’re not
allowed in here.” I rush out in a panic. If someone
caught him here with me, the rumors will get
worse than they already are.

He raises a dark brow, his eyes flickering with

mirth. “Yes I know it’s the girls bathroom but you
should know me by now bambina, I do anything to
get what I want.” He smirks sauntering towards
me until he is a breath away.
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His black hair is messy on top of his head. Eyes so

blue that I wanted to drown myself in them.
Straight nose that had gotten broken many times
during his fights. My eyes fall down to his lips and I
involuntarily lick mine.

He sees this and his eyes darken as he follows the

sweep of my tongue with keen interest. “What are
you doing to me Ley?” His voice cracks as if he
was restraining himself from doing what I know
deep down I wanted him to do.

Muffled voices are getting closer to the bathroom.

My eyes widen in panic as I look at the bathroom
door. Blake sees my unease and pushes me inside
one of the empty stalls. My heart skyrockets in my
chest as he comes in after me, locking the door of
the stall.

I’m pushed up against the cold metal with barely

any space to shift, unless I want to enter inside the
toilet. Blake was huge, taking up all the space in
the tiny stall. Every part of his body is pressed
against mine in a delicious way.

I feel the now familiar tingle in between my thighs.

His huge hand comes to brace on the metal wall
beside my head. His muscles flex in the process
that made in between my legs moisten. He had me
trapped between him and the wall with no means
of escape.

My eyes flicker up to stare into his. The intensity

takes my breath away as I feel my heart pound
violently in my chest. His now darkened eyes cast
down to my lips and I see all his control disappear.

“F*ck talking for now, I need to taste you.” He

grits out through clenched teeth. I hear the soft
creak of the bathroom door open and hear the
voices get louder. But I didn’t seem to care as
Blake hungrily captures my lips. The voices drown
out as he takes my lips like he would do to a lover.

My pulse quickens when his hands travel down to

my hips then to my bum and kneads the soft
mounds. His breathing is rough and uncontrollable
as his tongue slides against mine.

I run my hand across his muscular contours,

reveling in the fact that he shuddered from my
touch. My hands glided up to thread my fingers
through his soft hair.

He detaches his lips from mine only to glide his

nose from under my ear down to the hollow of my
neck. My mind is clouded, unable to focus as he
nibbles on the soft skin of my neck. My fingers are
tightly clutching on to his hair as a way to not lose
my sanity and moan out loud.

One of his hands moved dangerously close to my

inner thigh. As if having a mind of it’s own my
body arches more onto him, encouraging him to
move forward. To touch me where I wanted him so
bad.

And he does just that, as his long fingers brush

softly against my clit then slips down to my core
and adds pressure. I gasp at the sudden pleasure
that courses through me as I roll my hips slightly,
wanting more. I’m soaking wet, my panties felt
drenched.

He moves away from my neck to look down at my

flushed face. I met his gaze and my breath caught
at the primitive look in his eyes. We were too far
gone now to stop.

“You’re already soaking wet bambina.” He whispers

and comes forward until his lips brush against
mine.” I want to taste you so bad. Let me taste
you please Ley.” He whispers in desperation as he
presses the finger more into my core. The only
thing stopping him from entering all the way in
was the material of my panty.
The desperation in his voice has me letting go of
the little restraint I had left. I nodded even though
I didn’t exactly know what he meant. I was
desperate too.

He groans lowly and sucks the bottom of my lip in

his mouth. My lower regions clench painfully,
aching for something he alone could give me.

Slowly letting go of my lip he kneel down in front

of me. My brows furrowed at his actions then gasp
when a wicked glint flickers in his eyes. My legs
felt limp as he lifted one and draped it over his
broad shoulder.

My throat goes dry when he guides my hands to

pull up my dress until the purple lace panty I wore
is visible to his eyes. He used a finger to move my
panties to a side until my bare pussy was in front
of him. He licks his lips in hunger as he eats up the
sight of me. He tucks the ends of the dress in the
top of my panty so it wouldn’t fall back down to
cover me.

My breathing is coming in rough pants as I waited

for what would happen. My core tingles and I felt
the silkiness of sensual need between my thighs.
The chatter gets louder and I bite my bottom lip
harshly to prevent from moaning out loud.
Blake sends me one last look of hunger before
bringing his face in between my legs. I feel the soft
wet touch of his tongue slid along my drenched
core to my clit. My thighs tremble as an electricity
feeling courses through me.

I gasp bringing a hand to press against my lips in a

desperate way to suppress the moans. My eyes
cast down to stare at him, loving the way his eyes
were closed like he was savoring the taste of me.

His tongue slides into the lips of my pussy and

swirls. Creating a delicious feeling that has me
reaching out to curl my fingers into his hair
roughly. My body feels hot all over as he pushes
his tongue into my core, F*cking me with his
tongue.

I gasp, throwing my head back on the cold metal

and bite into the flesh of my palm. Blake’s hands
grip my hips tightly and pull me more to him. The
action has his tongue entering more into my core.
My heart leaps.

I moan softly, unable to keep it in any longer. I felt

my hips buck as I rode his face, wanting more. He
sucked my bundle of nerves, nipping it softly then
blowing on the flesh.
My eyes fall to stare at him, watching as he sucked
me like a starved man. His eyes shoot open and
our eyes lock. Blue and green. And that’s exactly
what I needed to get off the edge. My thighs
tremble as I came, moaning his name softly on my
palm. The slick of his tongue felt so good that I
didn’t want it to stop.

He groans on my pussy, the vibration has me

cumming again as my eyes roll back in my head at
the intense pleasure. He continues to suck me dry
as I ride the waves of pleasure. My body is still
coursing with electricity.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years now. Finally

I got to taste you and you taste so F*cking good.”
He whispers loud enough so I can hear but not the
students that were literally a few feet away from
us.

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My breathing is coming in short pants as I stared

at Blake through half closed eyes. He seems to be
satisfied with the smile on his glistening lips that
was coated with my juices. He licks it and moans
softly. He gets up and fixes my panty back into
place.
“Did you see her today? I mean kissing a guy
who’s taken is such a low move.” A girl says in
disgust.

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“Yes she’s such a slut.” Another responds.

I feel myself come back down to earth and felt

horrified. They were talking about me. Shame and
humiliation stream through my body. I couldn’t
believe that I had let Blake do something so
intimate to me. I couldn’t believe that I let my best
friend eat me out.

I fix my dress quickly all the while Blake watches

my actions.The bathroom door opens. “What are
you guys doing here? Aren’t you guys supposed to
be in practice?” A voice I was so familiar with
hisses.

“Shut up Rosalie, you’re not the captain.” One of

the girl’s argues in a nasally voice.

“You can thank God I’m not, or else you both

would be off the team.” Rosalie snaps. Her voice
was getting really close and both Blake and I
stiffened.
Luckily she opens the stall beside ours. I breathed
a sigh of relief, brushing my palm over my chiffon
dress.

“Bitch.” One mumbles before I hear their departing

footsteps. When I hear the soft thud of the door
closing shut I hurriedly get out of the stall. I didn’t
care if Blake followed me.

I hated that I loved it, I hated that I didn’t feel

disgusting. My fingers wrap around the metal
doorknob only to have Blake’s much larger hand
stop me. “Move your hand.” I hissed lowly as to
not have Rosalie hear us.

His head dips in the crook of my neck as he

whispers in a hushed voice. “Why are you running
away, didn’t you enjoy it?” He questions. It comes
out so soft and vulnerable that I knew I must’ve
hurt him somehow.

Then I remember that I was the one who should

be hurt.He was the one who’s playing with my
emotions knowing he was taken. I turn around and
glared at him. “We can’t do this Blake.” My eyes
soften as I see the pained look in his eyes.
“Please.” I whispered.
My heart hurts painfully. I knew things wouldn’t be
the same between us. Everything has changed and
there was no going back.

His eyes scan my face, narrowing in anger. “Is it

the guy that you’re in love with? Is he the reason?”

My eyes widen and I almost laughed at the irony.

Stupid boy didn’t know he was the boy I was in
love with. His face darkens with jealousy when I
don’t answer him. “Who’s the guy Ley?” He hisses.

My eyes widen. “Lower your voice.” I scowl. The

flush of the toilet has us both swiftly getting out of
the bathroom. We were lucky that the halls were
empty. It seemed that in our little heated moment
the bell had rung without us knowing.

I hastily walked to my locker, hearing Blake close

by. “Answer my question Ley!” He hisses turning
me around. His hand wraps around my upper arm,
tingles staying in its wake.

I ripped my arms out of the grip, hating that I was

about to let my guard down yet again. God only
knows what I’d agree to do with him if I did.

“You want to know who’s the cause so bad? You

are! You’re the cause. You’re playing with my
emotions while you’re with Stacy.” I flung at him
bitterly. “What we did back there.” I pointed at the
way to the bathroom. “Wasn’t right, you’re my
best friend Blake and you’re taken.”

“I’m not with her anymore!” He roars. He breathes

out in irritation and sighs . “I couldn’t be with her
after kissing you. I broke up with her last night
when I got home. I couldn’t stop thinking about
you, you’ve been invading my thoughts every
damn second Ley.” He says softly.

The bathroom door opens and Rosalie comes out.

Thankfully she doesn’t spot us as she heads the

opposite side. Probably on her way to practice. A
relieved sigh leaves my lips when she disappears
around the corner, her blonde hair no longer in
sight.

Blake words should have me celebrating but I

couldn’t help but feel like a homewrecker. I was
the cause of their breakup, I came in between the
perfect couple. Maybe everyone was right, I was a
slut, I proved it by letting him do sinful things to
my body.

“Blake, maybe we should remain friends and forget

about what we had just done. It’ll be for the best.”
I mumble and regretted it instantly. Who was I
kidding? I didn’t only want to be Blake’s friend, I
wanted so much more. I wanted him so bad.

His blue eyes darken with anger as he clenches his

fist at his sides. ” How can I be your friend Ley
when I know how you taste?” He mutters, turns on
his heels and walks away from me.

My throat feels impossibly tight as I watch him

walk away from me. I want you Blake. The words
are on the tip of my tongue but refuses to come
out. And it’s already too late as he disappears from
my sight leaving me standing alone in the hallway.

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It feels like the tables had turned, Blake was now

the one avoiding me like the plague for the rest of
the day. I couldn’t blame him, I had done the
same thing. But it didn’t lessen on how painful it
was to see him brush pa*s me in the hallway.

He walked with so much confidence and so much

pride but didn’t once glance my way. It hurt so bad
as I watched him walk away, hoping he would turn
and look at me. But he never did.

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It felt like we had now become strangers and I
hated it. I didn’t want to lose Blake, but I didn’t
know how to fix this. It was my fault that our
friendship now had an invisible barrier between us,
I should’ve never gone to that party.

I walked out of the school building, relieved that

I’m finally going home. All the whispers and stares
had taken a toll on me. They got into my head
until I too began to believe those words. I was a
slut.

A heavy arm slings over my shoulders. Turning my

head to see who dared, I groaned seeing my
brother’s smirking face smiling down at me. “Home
time sister.” He chuckles as he walks together with
my fast pace.

“Arden get your arm off my shoulder.” I hissed

even though I didn’t try to remove it. He laughs it
off as we walked over to Ryan’s car. Not spotting
Ryan anywhere close by, we waited for him beside
the expensive car.

Arden moves a couple of feet away from me. I lean

back on the metal of the car door, avoiding Arden’s
stare. I knew he was itching to ask me what I
really didn’t want to answer. But there was no
going around this, I had to face this sooner or
later.
I sighed crossing my arms and looked at him. “Go
on ask away.”

I’m surprised to not see judgement in his eyes. I

had been seeing this the entire day and it was
honestly draining. I knew deep down that the
judgement of everyone was the main reason I
couldn’t seem to let go and enjoy what Blake and I
shared.

He crosses his arms in a protective brother mode.

Even though I was older Arden seemed to think
that he was the first child. It was honestly
annoying to have your little brother bossing you
around like a toddler.

“I’ve been hearing rumors circulating around the

school. Mind telling me what the F*ck is going on?”
He asked calmly.

I sucked in my bottom lip, my fingers pressing into

the flesh of my arm. “What exactly did you hear?”
I asks.

He snorts.” Well there are many but my favourite

is hearing how you slept with Blake at the party
last night. Oh and how Stacy broke up with Blake
after catching you two in an empty room, in their
words ‘F*cking each other’s brains out’. He laughs
at the end, clearly finding it amusing.
But it wasn’t a bit amusing for me, in fact my
stomach began to cramp with unease until I felt
nauseous. Arden sees my unease, the horror
written on my face and lets his features soften.

“Ashley you don’t have to answer.” He mumbles.

Tears blurred my vision and I blinked them away,

turning my head away from Arden. “It was a dare,
he was dared to kiss me, that’s all. I swear that’s
all Arden.” I whispered.

I was such a hypocrite, a liar. That wasn’t all we

had done, in fact I feared that if those girls’ words
hadn’t brought me back to reality, we would’ve
done so much more.

“Your sister is a slut man!” A boy Arden’s age

laughs as he pa*ses us with a group of his friends.
They all laugh at his lame excuse of humor. His
hair was the color of flaxen, eyes a bright blue
color. He turns to me and winks.

“What the F*ck did you just say?” Arden says

calmly. My heart increases its pace as I saw the
murder in orbs that were similar to dad’s. Arden
turns around to face the boy who smirks. Clearly
proud of himself as he halts and stares at me.
“I heard you have a business going on,how much
do you ask for a night? I should have a dog home
that hasn’t F*cked a bitch in months, you should
do perfectly.” He directed at me, his eyes flashing
in mockery.

I gasped pressing my back more into the car door.

Where’s Ryan? I want to go home. A small scream
leaves my lips when Arden rushes to the boy,
punching him squarely on the jaw. He doesn’t give
him time to retaliate as he throws punch after
punch at the boys face, intent on causing damage.

“Arden please stop!” I scream, but he doesn’t,

instead his punches are now ruthless, brutal.

“Who’s the bitch now?” He roars in the boy’s now

bloody face.A groan only leaves his burst open lip
as he unsuccessfully flinches away from Arden
blows.

The guy’s friends try to break the fight, but even

to them Arden’s was too strong to be held down.
My heart is pounding painfully, not knowing what
to do.

“Arden stop, you’ll kill him!” I cried walking

towards the fight. The boy’s eyes are half closed
and I knew he was fighting to stay conscious.
I gulped reaching for the hand he intended to
inflict pain but he wretches out of my grasp and
continues to show no mercy. I stumble away not
wanting to be the end of his rage. Fear crawls in
my body suffocating me to no end.

Footsteps are rushing here and I knew a crowd

was forming. I lift my head and stared at the
students that were staring at the fight. I scan the
crowd looking for a particular blue eyed boy who
could help me in this situation.

“Please stop them!” I shout at the crowd. But no

one seemed to want to get in between the two
boys.

Arden was too strong for me to stop on my own.

But I’m disappointed when I don’t spot Blake. But
then the crowd parts and I hold my breath then let
it go when it was Ryan who was pushing students
away to get to me.

“What the F*ck is going on?” He hisses as he spots

Arden still pummeling the boy. He cringes when
the sound of a broken bone makes everyone gasp.
I looked at Arden horrified.

“Please make him stop, please.” I pleaded. He

nods and rushes towards Arden and with a bit of
struggle manages to get him off the unconscious
boy. I gasp looking at the boy’s face that was
hardly recognizable.

“Let go of me.” Arden growls.

“Calm down man.” Ryan hisses.

I strutted towards them and got in front of Arden’s

face. Lifting both my hands, I place them on his
cheeks. My vision is blurry from tears but I could
still see the rage in his eyes. “Please brother,
please calm down.” I begged. His eyes soften when
he sees my desperation and stops struggling in
Ryan’s hold.

The sound of sirens nearing has fear swirling in my

stomach. Someone must’ve called. “Let’s get the
F*ck out of here now.” Ryan rushes.

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“Thank you Ryan.” I mumble, closing the door of

the car with a soft thud. Ryan smiles, it comes out
awkward and cautious as he turns to stare at a still
enraged Arden.

“Let’s just hope he didn’t kill the guy.” Ryan

winced when Arden slammed the door of the car
unnecessarily harsh.I forced out a smile as we
watch him stride towards the house. He was still so
furious. This was all my fault.

“I did this.” I mumble but didn’t know I said it loud

enough that Ryan heard.

“What do you mean? How is it your fault?”

Curiosity dotted his features. I looked back at
Arden, watching him slam the front door closed
with brutal force.

I sighed, turning my attention back to my auburn

head best friend. “The boy Arden beat up was
calling me unforgivable words.” I gulped, my eyes
tearing up.

“If-” My voice cracks and I gulped, breathing in

some much needed air. “If I hadn’t kissed Blake
none of this would happen. This is all my fault I’m
a slut.”

Ryan’s eyes widen in shock at my use of words.

Regaining his speech, his eyes softened
considerably, but his tone was anything but soft.

“This isn’t your Fcking fault Ashley. I made that

Fcking dare, I did this! You’re not a F*cking slut
and you’ll never be. In fact if I had known the
reason why Arden was pummeling the kid I’d join
him, serves him right.” He says angrily.
I knew he wasn’t directly speaking to me harshly
but it didn’t stop me from flinching away from his
harsh tone. He sees this and sighs. “Look Ashley,
I’ll fix this-“

“Ryan just leave it be. Promise me you’re not

going to do anything reckless that will get you into
trouble.” I cut him off. I knew Ryan like the back of
my hand, whatever meant fixing for him wasn’t
what everyone normally thought it was. It always
insinuated something illegal.

“They’re not going to stop unless someone does

something Ashley.” He hisses.

I forced out a smile, my lips felt so stiff, so

reluctant to part. “And it’s fine I’m not expecting
them to. I can handle this, just a few more months
until graduation and I’ll never have to see their
faces again.”

“A few months is a long time Ashley, I promise

that whatever I’ll do won’t cause any harm to
anyone, much.” He grunts.

My eyes turn to slits as I cross my arms under my

breast. “No, leave it be or else I’ll give Miranda
your number.” It was a low blow but I didn’t need
anything going bad right now, not for me.
Miranda was a small brunette that was usually
partnered up with me for chemistry. Everyone
seemed to stay clear of her. She was a bit clingy
and talked way too much.

I seemed to like her personality, it was probably

because she troubled Ryan a lot and it was an
amusing sight. In her words ‘Ryan was the love of
her life, her future husband’.
I always admired her confidence, telling everyone
what she thought, not holding anything back. She
didn’t care if the world judged her and that was
something I was jealous of.
If I had her self confidence, I would’ve told Blake a
long time ago that I liked him, way more than a
friend should. But I never had that much
confidence, I lacked it so bad that I was now losing
the boy I loved.

At hearing her name his face had turned an ashen

white, full of horror. It wasn’t a secret that Ryan
loathed Miranda to a great extent, I would even
say that he was petrified of her.
I would be too if someone shows up at my house
at five in the morning to bring cupcakes and
doughnuts. But then again it was kind of sweet in a
creepy stalkerish way.
We stared each other down before he sighs
reluctantly. ” Fine.” He grumbled. He was mad and
I could tell as he drove away without saying
goodbye. I sighed. He’ll get over it.

I woke up to the loud yelling that was happening

downstairs. I groaned shifting around until I fully
woke up. I was still groggy but forced myself to
get out of my comfy bed.

After greeting mom, I had gone straight to my

room. And in a couple of minutes I had changed
out of my clothes and put on fresher ones then
went straight to bed for a nap.
All the events from today had exhausted me to a
great extent. But with now sore muscles and a
migraine lurking in the corner, I needed more than
an hour’s rest.

“Dad it was his F*cking fault, I didn’t do anything

that he wasn’t asking for!” Arden’s voice is so loud
that my ears ring. I winced opening my eyes fully
from the tired slit I had them.
I stride towards the door opening it softly so as to
not alert them that I was coming to eavesdrop. My
feet is cladded with socks and it makes it easier to
walk without making a sound.
“I told you to stay out of trouble! Cops came to
look for you Arden, this isn’t staying out of trouble.
Why did you have to beat up the poor boy so
much?!” Dad roared. I flinched away, terrified of
what will happen next. Dad wasn’t easily angered
but tonight he definitely was.

I softly place my bum on the top stair, away from

being noticed. I could hear mom’s soft voice,
trying to calm everyone down. My hands shake
uncontrollably as I grasp unto the wooden railing.
My forehead press on the wooden surface as I
listened to the argument.

“The A*shole deserved it dad!” Arden hisses in

rage.

“No one deserves to be knocked out unconscious

Arden! If I hadn’t come home early tonight, you’d
be in a prison cell right now. You nearly got the kid
in a coma!” Dad raged on.
I gasped covering my mouth with my palm. Arden
was in this whole mess because of me. Tears
blurred my vision. I should’ve been the one
protecting him but I’ve failed.

“What I don’t understand is why you did it? What

did the kid do to provoke you so much that you
almost killed him?” Dad’s voice had lowered into
one of curiosity.
I stood up and walked down the stairs. My hands
shook but I was determined to not let Arden surfer
the consequences alone. This was also my
problem. So there I stood in front of my family
who hadn’t noticed me as yet.

Dad’s back faced me as Arden eyes were strictly

on him, not once moving away. Mom was beside
them looking helpless to stop the argument. I
clenched my fist at my sides, pressing them to my
thighs. “It’s because of me dad. It was my fault he
got into a fight.” I let out.
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Dad’s back stiffen before he swiftly turns around to

face me. His brows almost to his hairline as he
regards me in shock. I couldn’t blame him, I never
got into trouble, never caused it either.

But now hearing that his well mannered daughter

was the cause of a fight that involved her brother
was definitely not something he heard everyday.
Mom leaves the boys and walks over to me. Her
eyes portray worry as she brings me to her side.

The tears I blinked away a second ago now flowed

freely, coating my cheeks with moisture. I sniffled
as mom pulled me more into her embrace. “I’m so
sorry daddy, I’m so sorry.” I cried as mom
shushed me, brushing her hand down my lengthy
tresses.

“It’s all my fault, I did something stupid at the

party and I’m now paying for it. It’s not Arden’s
fault, it’s mine, he was just protecting me like he
usually does.” I said hoarsely. Dad’s eyes soften
drastically before walking over to me.

“Mind telling us what you did Ashley?” Dad asked

gauging for a reaction from his question.

Arden groans loudly, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Dad leave her be, it’s not like she murdered
anyone.” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and
leaned back on the wall.

“Yeah like you almost had done?!” Dad retorts, not

at all pleased. He then brings his attention back to
me. “What did you do to cause a fight between
Arden and his cla*smate?”

Arden snorts, yet again disturbing the conversation

with his blunt indifference. “Dad you really need to
relax the guy’s not dead.” He says boredly blowing
out a fake yawn.

“Arden enough of your nonsense, you need to

understand that what you did was wrong, stop
acting like you did a good thing!” Dad hissed
turning to glare at him.

“I was protecting my sister, I was protecting

Ashley!” Arden roars, his blue eyes glared into
Dad’s. “So I think it does count as a good thing.”

“From what? I need to know what you were

protecting her from!”He turns to me, his
expression a mixture of fear, fear from hearing
what Arden was protecting me from. “Did anyone
try to do anything to you, babygirl?” He says
softly.” Did anyone touch you wrongly-“

My eyes widened in understanding at what he

meant. He thought someone tried to sexually
a*sault me.I could already see the gears in his
head shifting as he planned to murder whoever
tried to rape his babygirl.

“Oh God no dad, it’s not that, I swear!” I rushed

out to put his mind at ease.

He visibly sags with relief. All the while mom is

silent beside me, rubbing my back soothingly. I
sighed and got ready to tell him exactly why I was
the reason for the fight.

“Blake was dared to kiss me and went through

with it.” I said hastily, almost incoherent but the
shocked look on their faces made me know that
they heard me perfectly clear.

“You kissed Blake!” Mom gasped pulling away to

stare at me more clearly.

I nodded and tear my eyes away from them and

stared at the wall. Too afraid to see the judgement
in their eyes. “Everyone got to know about it and
there are now rumors circulating the entire school
that I’m a whore for kissing my best friend that is
taken. The boy was saying nasty things to me and
Arden went to fight him to shut him up. ” I finished
off. Well was taken.

“Well I couldn’t say that I hadn’t seen this coming.

We all knew this would happen sooner or later.
Though I never bargained for it to be this soon. I
would’ve really liked it if you were at least thirty.”
Dad says in a surprising calm tone.

“Oh come on Asher, we weren’t thirty when we

had Ashley, I say she should’ve done it sooner.”
Mom giggles. My brows furrowed in confusion at
their calm voices.

I don’t understand, aren’t dad supposed to argue

with me for kissing a boy, even though it was
Blake? And shouldn’t mom be on his side, agreeing
with him that what I did was wrong? Why are they
so calm about this?

“Why aren’t you guys arguing with me? Telling me

I’m wrong and that you’re disappointed?” I voiced
out my thoughts. Dad brows furrowed and mom
looks utterly confused, like my question didn’t
make sense at all.

“Why would we be disappointed? We could never

be disappointed in you Ashley.” He says softly and
turns to face Arden. “Neither can we ever be
disappointed in your reckless brother.”

Arden smiles at his words. “Although tonight I’m

making an exception.” Dad smirks. Arden’s smile
falters, he rolls his eyes and starts walking away.
“Dad, we’ll continue this bickering tomorrow, right
now I’m going to sleep. I’m tired .” Arden says
over his shoulder.

“You’re tired? I’m the one who had to defend their

son a few minutes ago!” Dad yells after him.

“Potato patato.” Arden waves off disappearing up

the stairs.

“Like I said baby, he takes after you.” Mom giggles

as she sees dad’s frustration.
Dad turns to her and winks. “Should we try for
another that will take after you? “

I cringe knowing where the conversation would

lead up to. And that would be with me in
mortification at their flirting while they took it up a
notch and start to make use of dad’s words.

“So you guys aren’t mad?” I mumble softly.

“Why would we be mad? Ryn and I have been

planning y’all wedding for years. Your dad’s paying
by the way.” Mom says in honesty.

Dad’s eyes widen. “When did I agree to that? I

don’t think Ace would even let me have the chance
to anyway. The brute is too proud to let me do it
alone. I think he’ll either agree to split it in half.
He’ll definitely want to contribute-“

“Are you guys seriously planning my wedding right

now? Blake and I aren’t even together! Like I said
it was just a dare and I don’t think it’ll lead up to
anything serious.” My voice grew soft at the end of
my sentence.

“Wait what, y’all aren’t together yet?” Mom

whispers sadly. I shake my head and stared at the
floor. I couldn’t believe how this conversation
turned from bickering about the fight to my
relationship with Blake. Relationship?

“No we aren’t.” I breathed out on a shaky voice. “I

told him we should not pursue anything-” My voice
cracked at the end, not being able to finish from
the emotion logged up in my throat, preventing me
to.

“But isn’t this what you wanted baby? You’ve loved

him for years. And I’ve seen the way that boy
looks at you Ashley and he definitely loves you. ”
Mom says softly, running her fingers through my
loose inky black tresses.

Love me? Yeah right. If that were true he would’ve

been with me a long time ago, instead he slept
around with different girls until Stacy. The only
reason he’s now interested was because we kissed.
What would’ve happened if we hadn’t?

“It’s just that I’m scared.” I told her. It was partly

true. I was scared but not what they think. I was
scared that I’d lose him. What if we failed to make
it work? What if it ruins our friendship? I rather
have Blake as a friend and not have him at all.

“If it’s about those rumors, I’ve already planned to

come to your school tomorrow to put an end to it.
I’ll talk to the principal-” Dad says.
My eyes widen as I cut him off. “Please no dad,
leave it be. They are just words, I can handle it. ” I
rushed out.

“There’s no going around this Ashley, I’m speaking

to that principal one way or the other.” He stated.
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Demiah13 Chapter 25

“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.

“Earth to Ashley.” Arden says snapping his fingers

in my face. I shake my head and snap back to
reality. Seeing my brother’s annoyed blue eyes has
me mentally smirking from irritating him.

“Jeez what the hell were you thinking about?”

Arden questions.

“How I’d love to not have to see your face

everyday.” I joked slamming the locker.

“Ha ha very funny.” He says boredly.

“I have something to research for cla*s tomorrow,

I’ll meet you home.” I said putting the last book in
my bag. I had a ton of homework tonight and I
really didn’t want to slack off.

“Wait you’re not coming? But how will you be able

to get home?” Arden asks in confusion. I look up to
see his brows furrowed and lips pulled down in a
frown.
I shake my head, zipping the 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
soon and yes I know I’m still grounded but it’s for
school.”

“Try explaining that to our old man yourself. Dad

will not be pleased Ashley and I don’t want to
leave you here alone.” He says in concern. I
sighed.

“Arden I’m just going to look through a book, I

won’t be long. Nothing’s going to happen. By the
way, it’s my job to be protective not the other way
around.” I said softly.

He looked like he was contemplating before

nodding. “Okay fine but make sure you’re home by
four.” He says sternly.

“Okay dad.” I rolled my eyes. The scent of fresh

roses wafted through my nose until the presence
of someone stopped beside me.

“Do you guys have room for two more? Dad can’t
pick us up today and mom is in a teacher’s
conference.” Rosalie says beside me.

“Well we have space for Liam but I don’t think

Ryan likes witches that much. They stink up the
car.” Arden groans then smirks when he sees a
blonde trailing behind her.

“A*shole.” Rosalie mumbles lowly.

I turn 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 lengthy blonde
hair that almost covered his eyes.

“You’re not the only one surprised.” He laughs and

slaps my hand away.

He was such a soft 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
ones are always the most mischievous ones.

“I’m not joining you guys today.” I uttered and

turned around to leave.

“Tell Ryan to drive safely!” I shout over my

shoulder.

“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.
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My stomach coils in disgust as his hot breath fans

against the bare skin of my neck. Nausea rolls in
my stomach when one of his slimy fingers crawl to
touch between my legs. The closed wooden door is
staring at me, mocking me.

I could taste my salty tears as I choke on a sob.

Why is this happening to me? The man pinches the
flesh of my vagina and groans beside my ear. My
crying got louder as I thrashed more intensely in
his arms.

“Please stop!” I cried but it’s incoherent as he

continues to add pressure on my mouth. My heart
is pounding as fear locks me into it’s embrace.

“I heard you let Reed F*ck you whenever he

wants.” He breathes beside my ear roughly. His
voice sends shivers of disgust down my spine.

I fight against him, pushing my heels on his boot

cladded feet. He hisses removing his hand from in
between my thighs. “I just want a little taste too .”
He laughs cockily.

I force my mouth to open under the pressure of his

hand and fortunately bite into the flesh of his palm
harshly until I could taste the coppery tang of
blood. “F*cking bitch!” He roars and removes his
hand away from my mouth.

“Help!” I screamed as loud as I could, hoping and

praying that someone would hear me. “Help!” I
shout again thrashing around trying to break free
from the arm he had wrapped around my torso.

“Shut the F*ck up whore!” The guy roars then he

pulls cruelly at my black tresses. I yelped, feeling
my scalp burn from the brutal force.

“I just want to F*ck you. I want to know what

Reed sees in you to act like a pussy when you’re
around.” He groans tugging at my hair harder. I
gritted my teeth. I rather die than let him touch
me.

I jab my elbow into his side harshly. The action

has him wrenching back in shock and it is enough
to move out his arms. My breathing is rough as I
run towards the door.

My hands only had the chance to grasp the knob

when the man pulls me back and pushes me into
the desk. I gasped when the sharp end of the
wooden desk dug into my stomach.
I turn around swiftly and I’m shocked to see a boy
my age instead of the man I initially thought.

He’s muscular, eyes dark in rage and face pinched

in anger. I remember seeing him talking to Blake
and Ryan on the field.

He was one of Ryan’s teammates. Whilst Blake

loved boxing Ryan had taken a liking to football.
But I never studied him enough to know his name.
He never showed interest either to know mine.

I righted myself and stared at the door that he

now blocked with his huge frame. He sees my line
of vision and smirks. “Don’t even think about it
bitch. You’re not leaving here until I get a taste of
you. I mean you must’ve tasted good to have
Blake follow you around like a lost puppy.”

My hands search on the wooden surface of the

desk until I grasp a pencil. Feeling to see if it was
sharpened, I mentally sighed when it was. “The
only thing you’ll be tasting is a pencil pierced
through your d*ck if you come near me.” I spat
clutching the pencil tightly as I waited for him to
make a move.

Before I could blink he was already in front of me,

holding me down with his weight. I was pressed on
the desk with his body on top of mine. I groan
feeling the pressure of his weight on my small
form.

I’m gasping for air and nearly throw up when his

harden cock presses on my thigh. Now on high
alert, I didn’t think twice as I stabbed his upper
arm with the pencil, taking joy when he screams in
pain.

But my joy doesn’t last as he uses his other hand

to smack me against my face. My head snaps to
the side and the force has my gla*ses flying off. It
hits the floor with a clatter.The burning pain on my
cheek has me blinking back tears.

He uses that same hand to wrap around my neck

and pushes my head on the desk, until my entire
upper body is fully on the desk. My nails dig into
his arm scratching as I try to get out of his grasp.

“Someone Help!” I screamed louder than I had

done earlier. My throat hurts but I don’t care as I
get ready to scream again.

“Shut the F*ck up!” He hisses and uses his body to

keep me still as one of his hands comes over my
mouth again.

I’m sobbing and shaking my head but unable to

move him off.He was much stronger than me, I
was weak to him. He forces my legs apart until I
could feel his d*ck on my inner thigh. I feel
hopeless and disgusted as he smirks down at me
in triumph.

I didn’t know what time he came or why he was

here but suddenly the boy was wretched away
from me. I gasp in air and move off the desk
quickly. I ended up falling on the floor.

Through my blurry vision I watch as Blake

pummels the boy’s face in rage. Blood coated his
hand, red.

The boy grunts as he begs for mercy but doesn’t

receive it. Instead he’s brutally kicked in the
stomach hard until he coughs up blood. “I’ll
F*cking kill you!” Blake roars as he bends down
and wraps his hand around the boy’s neck and
squeezes.

The boy wheezes, his eyes barely open and face

now unrecognizable. “You F*cking bastard, how
dare you touch her!” Blake shouts as the boy
continues to struggle to breath. Seeing that he was
indeed trying to kill him, I force myself to stand up
and on shaky legs run towards him.
Falling down beside Blake, I wrapped my arms
around him. “Blake please stop, please stop.” I
pleaded, crying when he didn’t stop.

It was like he hadn’t heard me. The boy’s face is

now a threatening shade of purple as his hold on
Blake’s hand loosen.

“Please Blake, stop.” I cried wrapping my fingers

around the hand he was currently choking the guy
with.

He stiffens and grunts in displeasure before

moving his hand away from the boy’s neck. The
guy gasped in air until his entire body stills.
Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste by
Demiah13 Chapter 27

“Is he dead?” I choked out, staring at the

unconscious boy. I couldn’t look at Blake as yet,
too afraid to see the murderous look in his eyes.

“I F*cking hope so.” He answers without an ounce

of remorse. I involuntarily shiver at his voice, so
cold, so void of emotion. It felt like I was talking to
ice.

“You don’t mean that Blake.” I said shakily and

reach out to touch the guy’s neck in search of his
pulse.
“With what he was about to do to you, yes I
F*cking hope he’s dying.” He hisses beside me.

Feeling a slight pulse under my finger has me

breathing out a sigh of relief. Thank God he isn’t
dead. “We need to call an ambula-“

“F*ck no, let him rot here.” Blake snaps, stands up

and backs away a bit.

My eyes widen at the heated anger detected in his

voice. I stand up and turn to him, glaring into his
blue orbs. “We can’t leave him here Blake! He
probably has a concussion or something worse.” I
hissed.

He grinds his teeth in fury. “I don’t F*cking care-“

“You should care because you could end up in jail!”

I cut him off trying to make him see my point of
view.

“The only one I see that’ll end up in jail is this

bastard who might I remind you tried to rape you!
Now you want to play F*cking hero to him. You
stupidly let yourself fall victim to this bullshit. ” He
grits out. His blue eyes ablaze with fury.

His words hurt more than it should. It reminded

me of what transpired a couple of minutes ago
before he came to my rescue. He was right, I
shouldn’t even feel an ounce of remorse for the
guy.

But hearing the tone of his voice and the way he

blamed me for the encounter with the guy has my
blood boiling with outrage.

“Why are you even here? Aren’t you supposed to

be with Stacy somewhere other than here? I didn’t
ask you to come to my rescue Blake, I could’ve
handled it on my own.” I spat in anger.

He raises a mocking brow then throws his head

back and lets out a humorless laugh. “Yeah you
looked like you were handling it alright. The guy
had his Fcking hand in between your thighs Ley! In
between your thighs where I’m the only Fcking one
who can. Yeah so you did look like you had the
situation under control.”

His eyes burn through mine, both of us blazing in

anger. “Don’t act like you care now, you avoided
me like the plague the entire day.” I hissed and
brush a shaky hand over my dress.

It would’ve been easy for the guy to do whatever

he pleased with me. I shivered in fear and disgust
just by thinking about it.
“You’re such a Fcking hypocrite. I tried talking to
you yesterday but you didn’t seem the bit
interested in conversing. Even after I was this
close to Fcking you in that bathroom you made it
clear you didn’t want anything more. I thought you
needed space Ley, sorry I can’t F*cking read
minds!” He says furiously and takes a step towards
me.

I arch my neck to look at him clearly. “We didn’t

almost had sex in the bathroom Blake, you’re
exaggerating.” I mumbled, feeling my face heat up
even in the current situation.

He snorts.” If we weren’t disturbed by those girls

then you could’ve bet that I would’ve F*cked you
there and then. You’re lucky that we were or else
you would’ve lost your virginity in the school’s
bathroom and I don’t want that for our first time.”

The way he says it with so much confidence has

my heart beating uncontrollably in my chest. I
decided to change the subject, it wasn’t exactly
appropriate when there was a boy currently
bleeding on the floor.

“Why are you here anyway, aren’t you usually at

practice?” I asked.
” Ryan said you might need a ride, I waited outside
for you but got worried when you didn’t show up.
When I entered the school I heard your piercing
scream and knew something was wrong so I ran
here only to see.” He points at the unconscious boy
in disgust.

“This bitch manhandling you.” He spits.

My heart warmed knowing even though things

were tense between us he still waited for me. I
knew he missed practice for this and I grew
extremely guilty. “I’m sorry you missed practice-“

“Are you serious right now?” He cuts me off in

disbelief. “Don’t you get it by now Ashley? I’d do
anything for you, you always come first.”

The boy on the floor grunts and shifts around.

Blake sees this and his eyes turn murderous. He
tries to move around me to get to the guy but my
fingers curl around his bicep, halting him. I shake
my head. “Leave him Blake.”

The door suddenly opens and bangs on the wall. I

turn around swiftly and my eyes widen in fear
when the pudgy school’s security makes his
presence known.
His white bushy brows furrowed into a frown as he
stared at us in confusion. “What are you guys
doing back here? It is past four now, no one is
supposed to be inside the school at this hour..”

My hands grow cold and Blake stiffen. I know we

were both scared that at any moment now the
security’s eyes would spot the boy on the floor.

My hands turn into fist when at that second the

boy grunts again. The security’s eyes fall down to
the half conscious boy and his eyes widen in alarm.

“What the hell happened here?” He rushes out and

walks over to my almost rapist. “Christ why hadn’t
any of you called 911!?” He asks as he bends down
to check the guy’s pulse.

It felt like my body froze in fear as it gripped my

entire being. My lips felt frozen and I was sure that
Blake was too shocked to answer too.

Not hearing our response the man looks up and

sends an accusing glare at Blake. “Did you do
this?!”‘

Blake doesn’t answer and it’s enough to let the

man know that Blake was indeed the one or was a
part of it.
“Stay here both of you, I’m calling the cops.” He
hisses and takes out his walkie talkie and starts
giving whoever on the other end details and
directions to where we were.
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Demiah13 Chapter 28

We’ve been sitting on top of a desk for

approximately five minutes. My eyes stayed glued
on the clock as every second ticked by. It was
nerve-racking having to wait for the cops to arrive.

My hands were folded under my breast, acting as a

protective barrier for what was about to happen. I
knew I had to eventually explain what transpired
here. But it didn’t make it easier. In fact I felt
revolted just thinking about speaking about it.

The security had been wiping a wet rag over the

boy’s face. He had finally regained his
consciousness and had started to curse softly when
the man pressed the rag on his cheek.

Blake had been silent but I could sense the anger

that still radiated off of him in waves. I knew he
was upset and by the way he glared at my
attempted rapist I knew he was still thinking of
ways to murder him.
The sound of the sirens has my skin prickling with
anxiety and I start to sweat profusely.They were
here. “Blake I’m scared.” I whispered for his ears
only. He moves off the desk and comes towards
me, pulling my head to his chest. “It’s okay
bambina. Nothing bad will happen.”

I know he was trying to ease my worries but even

he didn’t believe his own words. There was no
a*surance that the cops would believe us or listen
to what happened. For all we knew, the guy could
come up with the most ridiculous thing and get
away with it.

“I’m afraid they’ll arrest you-” I choked up

pressing my nose on his black shirt. “They won’t.”
He a*sured brushing a hand down my hair in
comfort.

“You two better not be plotting a way out of this.

The cops are here and will get to the bottom of
whatever happened here.” The security mumbles.

I tear myself away from Blake and look over at the

security. Not once did he think that I was the
victim and not the boy he was cleaning up. I
couldn’t blame him, I haven’t exactly explained to
him what happened.
“Cops?!” The attempted rapist screeched out. It
was like he now understood what was happening
around him and he didn’t look a bit happy to hear
the news.

At that second the door bursts open and in strides

one of the most beautiful cop I’ve ever seen. My
anxiety and fear diminishes as officer Ryn and
officer Nate enters. Blake visibly sighs in relief
when he spots his mom and his uncle.

“Blake Tyler Reed what have you done!?” Ryn’s

voice is a mix of annoyance and anger. Behind her,
a very amused Nate stifles his laughter. The
security’s face is imprinted with a confused frown.

“Why do you always think I’m at fault mom?”

Blake says with a whine.

Her eyes narrow. “You’re your father’s child. The

exact replica in every way.” She says in a matter
of factly voice and walks over to us. But stops
when she spots the teen boy on the floor with a
barely recognizable face.

“Oh Blake, what did you do?” She whispered in

horror.

Blake groans beside me. “I wasn’t the one at fault

this time. This bitch-“
“Can I speak to you in private officer Ryn?” I asks,
cutting off Blake. I knew he was confused but
didn’t word it out.

Ryn’s eyes widen in shock as if just realizing I was

there. Gaining back her composure she nods
quickly. She nudges to the corner of the room and
says something to Nate before walking over to the
corner.

Blake hand wrap around my arm, stopping me.”

Do you want me there with you?” He questions in a
worried tone. I turn to him and send him a
rea*suring smile.

“It’s okay, I got this.” I answered and strut over to

a waiting Ryn.

It felt like I was rea*suring myself. I admit I was

afraid to tell anyone what happened. I felt gross
and wanted to scrub my skin until it turnt red. But
that’ll have to wait.

It only took one glance at my tense body and

ruffled hair to have Ryn’s face turned into the
shade of a ghost. “Please tell me that’s not what
happened here.” It comes out like a plea and my
eyes fill up with tears.

“Oh God.” Ryn whispered in pity.

I sucked in a breath and avoided her stare. It now
felt so real. I was now one of those girls who had
gotten sexually a*saulted and I hated it.” Blake
isn’t at fault.” I started and cleared my throat of
the lump.

” I had stayed back to get some information on a

topic. I was just leaving when he.” I said shakily
pointing at the guy who now looked scared. “Pulled
me into an empty cla*sroom and tried to rape
me.”

The tears I held back now flowed freely. I finally

got the courage to look at Ryn and see the anger
in her eyes. “Blake came just in time before the
situation escalated.”

She pulls me into her embrace, stroking my back

to comfort me as I sobbed on her uniform. “Oh
darling, I’m so sorry this happened to you. We’ll
make him pay I promise. “She whispered beside
my ear.

She pulls away and looks at me in worry. “Want

me to call your mom and dad?”

“No!” I rushed out. “Please don’t make them know

what happened. I want to tell them when I’m
ready. Please just don’t involve them.” I pleaded. I
didn’t know how I would face them knowing that I
was this close to getting raped.

I felt ashamed that it happened to me. And in a

way I was scared that mom and dad wouldn’t look
at me the same again. I just knew they would be
walking on eggshells around me.

I didn’t want that and I definitely didn’t want to

worry them either. If dad has his way I’d never get
out of the house and be homeschooled for the rest
of the semester.

Ryn’s brows furrowed in confusion. “They’re going

to get involved Ashley when you file a report-“

I shake my head feeling fear creep up my spine.

“No, no I don’t want that.” I rushed out. Ryn
blanches back in shock.

Was I stupid for not making the boy pay for what
he has done? ” Just make him stay away from me
please, that’s all I want.” I whispered.

She breathes out and looks at the boy who looks

like he had seen a ghost. Nate had now walked up
to him and was busy questioning him.

“Look Ashley, your head isn’t clear right now to

make a decision. I’ll give you time but I would
advise you to file that report. I do not like that you
don’t want me to inform your parents about this,
but promise me that’ll you’ll tell them when you’re
ready.” She says in a stern voice.

“Well that A*shole doesn’t look like he needs a

hospital but he does look like he needs a prison
cell.” She grits out and starts walking over to the
injured boy.

My eyes widen as I’m quick to follow her. “But I

didn’t file-“

“He still sexually asaulted you Ashley, he deserves

to be inside a cell. Look I said I’ll keep this away
from your parents but I never agreed to keep this
attempted rapist a free pas. Now go home and I’ll
take care of it.” She says and roughly forces the
boy to stand up.

Turning him around she turns to face her son. “You

did a number on him son. I taught you well.” She
smirks then goes serious.”Get Ashley home and
start cooking dinner before your dad burns the
kitchen again. Oh and if your sister needs help
with homework you help her.”

She turns the boy around roughly and earns a

groan of pain from him. “Doesn’t feel too good
being the one helpless now does it little boy?”
“Ryn you’ll break the guy’s arm.” Nate says in an
amused chuckle.

“Oops.”
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Demiah13 Chapter 29

Blake has been giving me the silent treatment the

entire ride home. He wasn’t exactly my number
one fan right now. Not after hearing that I didn’t
want to press charges against the boy I now know
as Peter William.

I sighed and rest my head that was protected by

the helmet on his back. I feel him visibly stiffen
before he relaxes. My hands were securely around
his waist, loving the prominent shape of abs
through his thin shirt.

The sight of my house is now visible and I sigh. I

didn’t want to be alone right now in fact I wanted
to stay like this forever. Though it’s impossible I
wish for it. Blake parks the motorcycle beside the
walkway.

It belonged to his mom and she gifted it to him

when he showed interest in what others considered
a death trap. He holds it dear to his heart. In his
words ‘it was his baby’.
I remove the helmet, shaking my hair out. It
wouldn’t matter it still was as ruffled as before.
Blake removes his helmet and then helps me
down.

“Thank you.” I said and kept my head down while

adjusting the straps of the bag.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” That was the second

time he asked me this.

The first was after I had spoken to his mom, then

after hearing what I told her, he stayed mute after
voicing out his anger towards my decision. So it
was heartwarming that he asked me even though
he was still mad.

I finally got the courage to look up and instantly

our eyes are locked. I missed this, I missed how
close we were before everything changed between
us. Was it bad that I wanted to tell him how much
I loved him right there and then?

I nodded to his question and found myself smiling

a little. “I promise that I’m fine Blake.”

Was I really fine? I could still feel Peter’s slimy

hands all over my body. Touching me where I only
wanted one person to touch. The image floats back
in my head and it takes everything in me to hold
back the vomit that was ready to come out.

He sighs, not believing me at all. It was fine, I

didn’t believe myself. “You know I’m always here
for you Ley. If you need me I’m just a phone call
away. “

I smile and my heart skips a beat at his words.

This is exactly how I fell for you Blake. “I know
Blake, now get home before your dad burns the
kitchen.” I joked but it comes out forced and
shaky. He snorts.

” Oh Say hello to Reagan for me and give Asta a

kiss on the cheek for me.” I chirped.

Reagan was Blake’s little sister who was six years

younger than him. She basically was made a
couple of months after Blake’s dad got out of jail.
With her maturity at such a young age you’d think
she was the older one out of the two.

Asta on the other hand was a very troublesome

little fellow at the age of five. He’s the last and has
Blake complaining about getting all of the
attention. I think Blake was just a jealous big
baby.
Blake gave me a lopsided grin. “You know I’m
beginning to think that you have a crush on my
five year old brother. You never showed me this
much attention. I mean I don’t even get one of
those famous cheek kisses. The least you could do
is give me some love to.” It comes out in a joking
manner but then his eyes fall down to my lips and
they darken.

“You know what, I think I much rather kiss you on

the lips. Both of your lips.” His tone is husky as he
drags out his words. Understanding his words my
cheek flamed with heat.

I stumble on my words and say a quick goodbye

before leaving him chuckling behind me. After
hearing the roar of the motorcycle then hear him
drive away made me smile like I had won the
lottery.

It felt like we were finally going back to how we

were, with him teasing me and me liking it. But
deep down I feared it wouldn’t be enough, soon I’ll
want more. So much more.

I opened the door and I’m utterly shocked to see

dad already waiting for me. His arms are crossed
over his chest. He probably had just come back
from work because he still dressed in his work
clothes.
I make a mental note to tell him that the dress
shirt is too tiny for him now. Though I was a
hundred percent sure that he wore them for mom
since she loved seeing it on him.

His eyes are angry as they study me. “And where

have you been, young lady? You’re grounded
remember?”

I sighed and closed the door. “I know daddy but I

had something to research on so I stayed after
school.” I knew how to get away with everything.
Just one look at my puppy dog eyes and he would
fall for anything I say.

I hear him sigh and just like that he lost his angry
persona. I got to admit he was funny when he
tried to act mad. He looked like a cat instead of a
lion. “I was worried baby. You should’ve called to
tell us that you would be late.”

My throat tightens seeing his worried face. And I

knew that if I told him what happened he would be
ten times as worried than he is now. I’m doing a
good thing in keeping this from them. One secret
wouldn’t hurt. I chanted in my head over and over
until it stuck. Yet why do I feel that I was doing
something atrocious?
I hear footsteps heading our way and I just knew it
was mom. And I was right, her brunette hair came
into view a second later. With a pink yoga tights
and a lime green sports bra mom was the optimum
of sex appeal even at her age. Everyone said I was
exactly like her and I was happy to hear that.

She stops beside dad and furrows her brow while

staring at me. “Where’s your gla*ses baby? And
what happened to your hair?” She gasped coming
over to run her fingers through my lengthy tresses
in an attempt to fix up my hair.

My heart beat thumps in my ears the rhythm so

quick that I thought they could hear it. The image
of my broken gla*ses on the floor of the school has
me internally groaning. How am I supposed to
explain this?

“I missed a fall today and it broke. I must’ve

forgotten to pick it up afterwards since I was
already late for cla*s at the time.”

Was this the best excuse I could come up with?

“Oh, then we’ll get you a new one by tomorrow.”

Mom says but dad stays mute and I’m afraid that
he has caught on to my lie. Whether he did or not
he didn’t voice it out and I’m thankful for that.
Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste by
Demiah13 Chapter 30

I tossed and turned, kicking off the blanket that

wanted to shelter me in its warmth. Right now I
didn’t want it to, I wanted to sleep peacefully. But
the image of Peter’s rough hand on my body jolts
me back awake.

Nausea instantly settled in my stomach, rolling in

waves that prevented me from falling asleep.

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I remember feeling helpless, weak when he had

pinned me under him. I knew that I wouldn’t have
been able to fight him off.

I remember the thin sweat that coated my skin,

the way my heart pummeled painfully in my chest.

It was protected by my breast bone yet I felt that

it would’ve ripped through my chest. I rolled on my
back and stared at the ceiling.

It was night and everyone had gone to sleep

already. Earlier I had missed having dinner with
my family.
I was too busy scrubbing my skin until it was raw
and red. I spent at least an hour in the shower and
knew dad and mom were worried.

And I was right because after I had gotten out

mom was waiting for me. Her eyes scanned my
skin and worry lit her features. It was what I was
preventing, I didn’t want to worry them, yet I was.

I felt ashamed and quickly looked for an excuse. “I

fell into something icky today, I needed that
shower.” I had said, laughing to ease her worries
but it comes out strained.

“If something happened at school today, I’m

always here for you baby. Your dad too.” She says
softly.

My lips tremble and I suck it in between my teeth

so as to not have her notice.Then when the
trembling stopped I answered her pending
question. ” I’m fine mom, really.”

She didn’t look pleased or convinced at my

response but she didn’t question me further. She
left me after that and guilt had swam in my body
until now.

I sighed, sat up on the bed and stared at the half

closed window. My efforts in trying to sleep are
fruitless. There was no point in trying, not when
the image of Peter pinning my body is still fresh in
my head.

I got off the bed and strode over to the window.

Peeling the curtains open further I stare at the
dark and empty street. I rest my head on the cold
window pane, sighing as the coolness eases my
heated flesh.

I wonder what Blake is doing right now, I missed

his presence. I move my head from the gla*s and
turn to stare at the clock. It reads ten thirty. I then
remember that today Blake had a match. And it
probably was going to start soon.

I looked out of the window again and a very risky

thought comes to mind. I bite my lip and shake my
head. I couldn’t possibly-

Could I?

I contemplated whether to go with my idea, it was

risky and I was still grounded. But dad was usually
so caught up with mom that he wouldn’t hear if
someone broke in. All I had to do was be as quiet
as possible and not have Arden catching me in the
act of sneaking out.
My eyes scan for the ladder dad usually left resting
on the roof. Last time it wasn’t there but thankfully
tonight it was. It would be much easier to sneak
out. I grabbed my hoodie and put it on, not caring
that I was dressed in my pajamas.

I was really thinking of going to a boxing match in

pajamas. I must be really desperate to see Blake. I
knew it was because I was afraid tonight, I wanted
his presence to soothe my fear. The way it always
had. And I very much needed that tonight.

I slid on my converse and walked back to the

window. I sighed and open it fully. The cool air hits
my face and I involuntarily shiver. I pull myself out
of my window and turned around to close it.

Sucking in my lower lip I walk to the edge of the

roof where the ladder was visible. Occasionally I
would look back to see if Arden noticed me. But his
window was closed and the curtains blocked
anyone from seeing inside.

Mentally chanting to not look down I turned around

so I could climb down the ladder. My fingers wrap
tightly around the cold metal as I make my way
down cautiously. Feeling the earth beneath my
shoes finally, I let out a relieved breath. I had
survived the worst.
Now it was time to figure out how I’d exactly get
there. The boxing gym was a good ten minutes
away on foot. With what happened today, I’d never
have the courage to walk alone at this hour. So I
quickly came up with an idea.

I could just ride my bike there. It would definitely

do the job. But the thing was that I had that bike
since I was the tender age of six. It was pink and
seriously not for a girl my size. One could at least
try.

I stride over to where Mimi, my seven year old

neighbor leaves it when she is done. She was a
sweet kid that I often let borrow it. No matter how
many times I begged her to just keep the too girly
thing, her parents refused.

The too pink bike is very clear as the light of the

moon shines directly on it. I wince but still grab
the bike and push it towards the road. I look back
at my house one last time before sitting on the
bike and ride to the boxing gym.

I move off the bike and rest it on the stoned wall.

There are curious stares from the people around
me but I don’t acknowledge them. Instead I walk
to the entrance of the gym and I come face to face
with a huge chest.

I stumble back shocked as my eyes drag up to see

who. I gulped as the black bulky man crosses his
arms across his chest. “I.d?” He questions.

Oh crap.

This was my first time even coming here. Yes I

knew where it was located but I hated the thought
of seeing guys fight.

I forced out a smile. “Well you see…” I drawled out

racking my brain for something, anything. “My
friend is expecting me, Blake Reed?” Blake doesn’t
even know you’re here.

The older man snorts and blocks the entrance

completely. “Yeah right. You friends with the Blake
Reed? Is this some kind of joke or something?” His
tone is full of humor.

I felt offended and it showed on my face. Did I

look that terrible to be considered a friend of
Blake’s? Maybe it was the way I dressed.

I sighed and sucked in my feelings. Who cares

what anyone thinks? It was time I started thinking
for myself and no one else.
“Oh look someone trying to break that window to
get in!” I rushed out pointing at the window in the
far back. There were a couple of men there
smoking and laughing.

One man was close to the window and faced it as if

contemplating something. From my point of view it
looked like he was indeed breaking the window as
he punched it lightly. I wouldn’t be surprised if this
guy was high.

The security quickly leaves his post and rushes

over. I take that chance to swiftly enter inside the
gym. I brush past sweaty bodies as I stride further
into the cheering crowd. From the loud groans of
pain and cursing coming from the ring side, I knew
that the match had begun.

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