Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 66

“Ashley hurry up you’re going to be late for school!” Mom shouted from down stairs. I sighed looking at my reflection one last time in the mirror before going downstairs.

Arden was already seated on one of the stools beside the island. A plate full of pancakes and bacon. Dad was seated beside him. Both quiet as they ate.

Mom was also really silent as she flipped the pancakes on the pan before her. And when I went to join them it got even more awkward.

You could tell the awkward tension was still in the air. After mom had bailed out dad, he refused to admit that he went too far in breaking Peter’s leg. It led to a huge argument at the police station with I having to witness it.

I remember feeling that all this was my fault. If I had just filed the report against Peter then things would not have gotten so extreme. I remember wanting to crawl into a hole and die as the officer asked me questions pertaining to the a*sault.

My cheeks were stained crimson as I tried to keep my breathing under control. They had led me to a private room. Asked me plenty of questions until all I could see was Peter pinning me to the desk.

Through my cloudy mind I heard the question. “Do you want to file a report against him?”

Without even thinking my lips part to say yes. I didn’t care then, to lost in feeling disgusted at the thought of Peter ever touching me again or another girl. That was the first step to feeling relieved.

When I had left that room, it had felt like the weight on my shoulders had been lifted, disappeared. I felt strong. And when I walked into Blake’s arms and buried my face

in his shirt as he wrapped his protective arms around me, I knew I had done the right thing.

“I’m pregnant.”

Mom’s tensed body faced the pan, her head down as she looked at the pancakes. Her voice brings me back to reality.

I’m not the only one shocked by the revelation. The bacon dad pinched between his fingers dropped on the

breakable circular plate. The soft clank disturbs the silence.

She hadn’t turned to stare at us. Dad on the other hand eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Lily, baby, are you serious?” He gulped looking at his wife in adoration.

She sighs and turns to face us, gives a soft smile and nods. “I found out last night after you know…” She drawls out.

Her eyes widen before she rushes out. “I know we didn’t plan it-“

Before she could finish dad had already ran to her side and hoisted her up. “F*ck yeah my sperm still works!” He cheers looking up at her as she giggles happily.

“I love you.” He sighs dreamily, eyes twinkling with happiness.

“I love you too baby.” Mom whispers as he gently places her down but still holds her in his embrace.

“God I love you.” Dad mumbles atop of her head.

My heart warms. I’m going to be a big sister again. A warm smile split on my lips as I too ran into the hug. We

feel another body join us as we celebrate the news of a new addition to our family. And just like that the awkward tension lifted and was replaced by happiness.

“I’m going to be his favorite sibling.” Arden boasted.

I narrow my eyes. “It’s going to be a girl and I will be her favorite!” I argued sticking out my tongue.

“And besides no one wants your stinky butt near them.” I joked and later regretted it when he pinched my side.

“I’ll meet you in the cafeteria.” I told Ryan as I proceeded to my locker.

“Okay. I’ll save you a seat.” He jokes.

It was not like anyone else would seat at our table other than Ryan, Blake and I and occasionally Rosalie, Liam and Arden. I rolled my eyes and began to open my locker.

When I had gotten here in the morning I was anxious and afraid of getting another note. But when I opened the locker and searched through it’s contents there was no such. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

No note, no creepy and private photos of Blake and I. I was relieved. I also believe that it was probably Peter who was the creep after all.

“Shit.” I curse remembering that I had left one of my books in the english cla*s.

I closed my locker and whirled around to amble towards the cla*s. The hallway was almost cleared as the students went to have lunch.

I caught the pity stares of some of those who lingered around. I drop my eyes to the floor. Everyone heard about what happened with Peter and I. Now everyone treated me like gla*s, those who used to poke fun at me now asked if I was okay.

It was overwhelming. The attention I now received. I hated it.

“Are you okay Ashley?” One girl who I wasn’t familiar with asked me with a tiny awkward smile on her lips. Her brunette hair piled into a ponytail.

I forced out a tiny smile as I nodded. “I am fine, thank you for asking.” I mumble continuing my way to the English cla*s.

Hopefully the teacher would not be there. I hated that even the teachers treated me like I was a breakable ornament. It was like everyone was walking on eggshells around me.

I breathed out a sigh of relief when the door of the cla*sroom came into view. My hands wrap around the handle ready to open when I halt. My eyes widen slightly when I see Stacy talking to someone.

I retract my hands and walk to the side of the door so I could see who she was speaking to. Through the glas I could spot a familiar dark haired boy. I squint my eyes, cursing softly for forgetting my glases today.

My heart thumps painfully when I recognize that it was Blake. They were speaking in hushed voices.

I could not hear anything and settled to watch their lips move, trying to see if I could read what they were saying but to no avail. They were close, too close.

My heart drops and pain slice through my entire body when Stacy buries her hands in Blake’s hair and pulls his mouth down to hers roughly. I gasp and stumble away from the door, feeling pain wretched through me.

My vision is blurry as I turn around and run away. The lingering students ask me if I was okay as I brush past them. I don’t answer as I make my way to the bathroom. I wanted to rip my heart out of my chest. That’s how painful it was. I hated this feeling.