Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste
Chapter 3

Ashley's pov

Ryan is the first to enter, opening those glass doors that looked really intimidating. I gulped somemuch needed air, staring at the many faces inside the too small restaurant. I could already feelclaustrophobic just by looking at it.

I could hear the shouts, the praises as Ryan made his presence known. I rolled my eyes, knowingthat we would be surrounded by their many admirers. I reach for my ponytail, separated my blacktresses in two and pulled them away from each other until the scrunchie got tight enough to myliking.

I breathed out when the presence of Blake comes beside me. I could smell his scent, a tinge of mintand aftershave. He sees me staring at the crowd of rowdy teenagers circling around Ryan,bombarding him with questions. He knew his turn was coming next.

“You know you should try to loosen up, it's not like they could do you anything , Ryan and I arehere.” He professed.

But that's the thing, when I wasn't around Blake and Ryan they treat me like I was dirt under theirexpensive shoes. Given I didn't talk much, not that I wanted to talk to snobby rich kids anyway.

But it still bugged me that when I was around the boys they'd somehow magically got nicer towardsme. They would lose their scowls and judgemental eyes but it wasn’t the same for when I was alone.I guess this is what I get for being friends with the most popular guys in the school. And to top itoff, they were the optimum of drop dead gorgeous. Yeah I was doomed from the start to get thosehateful glares from the girls.

I feel a weight on my shoulders and I'm brought back to reality. I turn and look up to face Blake,squinting when the ray of sun almost blinds me. “Come on.” He urges pulling me along with him, hisarm securely tugging me closer to his way too tall body.

His scent is stronger now, almost suffocating. My heart leaps before it starts poundinguncontrollably. My palms itch to wrap around his torso to hold him but I fought against it. Therewasn't a reason for me to make the girls think we were together or give them more reason to treatme like poop.

He shoulder opens the door and like a magnet everyone is drawn to him. I feel myself shrink in hisarms and the familiar feeling of nervousness clawing at my body. Sensing this, he squeezes myshoulder reassuringly.

“Blake man are you coming to that party tonight?” A boy with sandy brown hair asked him. I couldswear that I had seen him before in one of my classes. He was probably one of those kids who sat atthe back and put their feet up on the desk to act “cool

“Blake you still owe me that drink.” A girl giggles flirtatiously. Blonde hair with blue ends floweddown her back. The crop top she wore, showed off the navel piercing that almost had me cringing.The ripped shorts were too tight for her and I wondered how she was able to walk.

Questions upon questions were flying towards Blake and I was seriously getting annoyed. It wasn'tlike they wouldn't see him tomorrow. At least let me get my food first before I have to suffer fromhearing ridiculous flirting.

I pulled Blake's arm off my shoulder and sneaked away from the crowd. It was a small crowdcompared to when we were at school. I spotted Ryan at one of the tables and when he saw me hecalled me over.

“Are you guys celebrities and y'all failed to mention it to me?” I groaned plopping down on the seat.I reach over for the menu and used it as a desperate way for a fan. With all those teenagerscrowding me, I really thought I would suffocate. Ryan throws his head back and gives off a laugh.“Maybe we are.” He chuckles then shrugs. “Or maybe we're just that handsome and cool, I meanwho could resist us?”

I snorted, fixing my glasses. “I do.”

Ryan raised his brow. “Doesn't seem to me.” As soon as those words slip pass his lips he looks overto Blake. My heart drums in my chest. Does he know that I have a crush on Blake? Did I just admitthat I like Blake? Oh god what's wrong with me?

But he doesn't add on to it, thankfully. “Did you order already?” I question even though I knew theanswer. It was just a feeble way to divert the sudden unwanted attention away from me.

He shakes his and picks up the menu and studies it. "What's the point of us even looking throughthe menu, we already know what's on there.” He chuckles and throws it down on the table. Ishrugged and threw mine down also. “True.” I smiled looking over at Blake.

He looked uncomfortable and a slight bit annoyed. I couldn't help but let a silent chuckle slip passmy lips. “What's so funny?” Ryan questions pulling out his phone.

"Blake's face, he looks constipated.” I giggle, looking away from him.

“I'm telling him you said that.” Ryan sings, mischief gleaming in his eyes.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Tattletale.”

He pokes out his tongue childishly and goes back to tapping away on his phone. “Why are youcalling him a Tattletale?”

Blake's voice questions behind me.

It startles me enough to knock down the salt on the table, the contents spilling. “Still clumsy.” Blakeclicks his tongue and seats down. His chair was opposite to mine which made me get a great viewof him.

“She called me a Tattletale because I threatened to spill that she said you looked constipated.” Ryansays still typing away to god knows who. It was probably one of those poor girls who thought theyhad a chance to stop his player ways. Ryan and settling for one girl, yeah that was a joke.

I kicked his shin beneath the table, taking pleasure when I heard his hiss of pain. “So finally got ridof those admirers of yours?” I question trying and failing to divert the question.

“So I looked constipated huh? Want to know how I look when I'm cumming?” He smirks, makingRyan burst into loud laughter. It draws attention towards us and I feel myself shrinking into the seat.My brows furrowed before my eyes widen in understanding. I stumble over my words not knowinghow to respond to that. But I knew for sure I was bright as a tomato right now.

"Blake baby.” A feminine voice calls out before a sickening sweet perfume envelopes us. Ryan letsout a grunt of displeasure but doesn't say anything. I look at her, watching as her blonde curly hairspills over her shoulders.

The leather skirt she wore enhanced her curves and the crop top was so tight that her boobs werescreaming to be free. Didn't her parents see how she dressed before she left their house?

If my dad saw me dressed like that I'd get an ass whipping for days.

She turns to face me, her baby blue eyes clashing into my own. Resentment swims in those blueeyes as they regarded me before she schools it. “Ashley.”

“Stacy.” I retort back.