Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
I settle my bag on the desk and place my elbows on the wooden  surface. My palms supported my chin as I looked at the front.  The teacher wasn’t here yet and neither was Ryan. As usual he  was late. 
The door opens and a dark haired girl enters. Her bag is  securely in her grasp,her head held high as she swiftly walks my 
way. I had never gotten the courage to speak to her since we  never sat close or crossed paths after this cla*s. 

She was the same girl that Ryan knocked into on her first day  here. I am surprised when she sits on the vacant chair beside  me. She huffs, throwing her bag on the desk not so gently. 
“Woah easy there tiger.” I teased. Her head snaps to the source  of the voice, which was me. Widening my eyes and blushing in  embarra*sment, I quickly mumble an apology. 
” Sorry, this isn’t how I wanted to introduce myself.” I mumble  embarrased, straightening my spine. I push my hand towards  her. “I’m Ashley.” I smile tilting my head to the side to examine  her. 
Up this close I could see her face dotted with tiny freckles. Her  cheeks puffy and lashes long enough to have me envy them.  Her brown colored eyes look at me with uncertainty, like how a  deer would react. With caution. 
Finally seeing that I wasn’t a threat she takes my hand in her  slightly larger hand. But then again many people had bigger  hands than I. “I’m Kimberly.” Her voice is surprisingly childlike  unlike her hard exterior. 
We pull away smiling at each other. I then cleared my throat. “I  know it’s two months too late but I would like to sincerely  apologize for my friend knocking into you on your first day.” I  apologize. 
“Ryan can be a bit.” I search my brain for the word to describe  my crazy friend. “Much.” 
“Oh  he’s the guy who didn’t have manners to help a girl smile sheepishly.”Right he’s the He seems to be a self 
right to judge him  by that little accident. Ryan was a sweetheart, annoying, but  always had good he was just in a rush that particular  morning. You 
your friend Ryan. He’s a boy who sleeps around, thinks he’s the  king of humor oh and is always late.” She says sarcastically. “So  no thank you to friend. It would hardly go 

in  a half tired Ryan. He struts over sits beside 
his tracks and blinks as if the image of Kimberly  sitting beside me would suddenly 
“You’re in my  seat dory.” He states like it 
call her dory? She looked nothing like it. I am about to  scold him for referring to her as a fish when Kimberly decides to  speak up.Not the slightest friendly I might   school’s property. If you have a problem I suggest you the  pigs seemed to be missing. I guess I found him.” 
so does Ryan’s. We were both shocked  at her words. Ryan narrows his eyes and behind her, there’s an empty chair there.” I 
spit out words he’d later regret. And I had  no doubt Kimberly would answer him back 
to hand it to her, the girl really didn’t care that she was  arguing with one of the popular boy’s at 
and walks to  sit behind her. She looks forward, not 
I  realized that for the first time, Ryan was 
The rest of the cla*s goes somewhat smoothly with the  occasional remarks from Ryan and the sarcastic retorts from  Kimberly. 
Ryan even went extreme by kicking the back of her chair in a  childish manner because one of her retorts got to him. Honestly  they both were acting like kids. 
“So did you send in your application yet?” Ryan asked as we  walked down the hallway. We were heading to lunch. 

I shook my head, biting my lip. “I haven’t made up my mind  which college I want to apply to. ” I mumble truthfully. 
“My dad wants me to go to Yale.” He grumbles. You see even  though Ryan was always the late bird in cla*s and a joker. He  was very intelligent. I had no doubt that he would get in. 
“Mine too. But I was thinking more of Harvard.” I shrug.  Suddenly I felt the urge to pee. “I’ll meet you in the cafeteria, I  need to pee.” I rushed out turning around to head to the  bathroom. 
“Okay!” He shouts after me. 
My feet are quick as I brush past students. I’m relieved when I  see the bathroom’s door. Entering inside I rush to one of the  vacant stalls. 
After relieving myself I’m alarmed when I hear a soft cry coming  from one of the stalls. The crying gets more intense and I feel  the sudden urge to ask if whoever was in there if they were  okay. 
I get out of the stall, opening the door softly. The bathroom is  empty except for me and the girl who was busy crying her eyes  out. I walk over to the stall that the girl was in. 
I chewed on my lip and clutch the strap of my bag. Finally  getting the courage enough to speak I ask. “Are you okay?” It  comes out soft and I doubted she heard me. 
But the crying ceased and the voice of the girl who loathed me  spoke up. “What do you want?” Stacy hisses opening the door.