Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste 
“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.” she  looked at the pancakes. The  bacon dad pinched between 
soft 
hand  eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Lily, baby, are you  serious?” He gulped looking at his  nods. “I found out last night after out. “I know we didn’t 
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 sighs dreamily, 

as he gently places  her 
I love you.” Dad mumbles 
again. A  warm smile split on my lips as I too we celebrate the news of a  new addition to be his favorite sibling.” my eyes. “It’s going to be a girl and I will be her  favorite!” I I  joked and later regretted cafeteria.” I told Ryan as I save you a seat.” 
anyone else would seat at our table other  than Ryan, Blake and I and occasionally Rosalie, Liam and  Arden. I 
I had gotten here in the morning I was anxious  and afraid of getting another note. But and private photos of Blake and I. I  was relieved. I also 
“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.