Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

ey's

ay to her lips, the sight unsettling. "Well then now you know how embarrassing you a

someone, that just wasn't me. I never had the guts to. I cross my arms and

u the girl who basically threw herself on to Blake last year and tr

en did I become a bitch? I cringed when t

h. Shame was written on her face. "How do you

asure knowing that my comeback wasn't so bad after all. Bu

d smugly then strutted up to her. "I know every embarrassing thin

ead held high. But I didn't feel confident, in fact I felt the opposite. This

ngly made every girl despise me. I settle down on the chair. Ryan lifts his he

annoyed girlfriend. His blue eyes study my face. I remove my eyes

ng the center of attention. I turn to face the table, noticing t

to be impatient. I swallowed roughly, not wanting to answer the question. I couldn't exactly say

n the bathroom, the smell kinda made my eyes water, that's all."

s water? Really Ashley, that's

und had everyone currently inside the restaurant stop what they're doing to se

his eyes. "You- cried because someone shit smelled bad?" R

ve left my hair down today. "Ryan shut up." I hissed reaching for the banana and

who was just getting out of the bathroom followed by her blonde friend. They

them? I was thankful for my snarky mouth this once. Who'

ell Ryan to stop. He draws in his bottom lip between his teeth, biting it to suppre

ffen upon hearing the nickname he had given me. I wouldn't admit it out

angry eyes burning a hole through my head. I shifted on

removing my eyes away from the two. "Don't be jealous Sta

ad been with her for a few months now. After he supposedly stopped sleeping around with countless girls. Some pe

ave a clue as to why he resented her. Stacy had instantly caught Blake's attention the moment she

o the party tonig

w is a school day Ryan." I stated. I clearly didn't get why te

aggeration. "Oh come on

ually loved that dad wouldn't allow me to, it'

ut." He

empty of humo

designated dr

rive." I say dryly and pu

ook at her, not liking the way her eyes were mocking. My fist clench on my thigh, hidden by the table. A

snap, fixing my glasses. Was