Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 9


    “Whatever.” I shrugged nonchntly then turned around  to look at the ma*s of teenagers. They looked


    utterly out  of their minds, drunk, high and hopefully not on drugs.  There were some I recognized from


    school but never  spoke to.


    But there were some who looked too old to be in the  same age group as me. I feel a heavy arm drape


    around  my shoulder, the weight a bit ufortable. I turn  sideways to see the culprit. “Let’s go.” Ryan


    says  dragging me along to what looked like the kitchen.


    Well I hoped it was the kitchen, I wasn’t so sure if I was  intoxicated with whatever was floating in the


    air. The


    kitchen didn’t seem to be as crowded as the living room  area. But the stench of alcohol was more


    prominent in  the air.


    I looked around, spotting the big cooler that was filled  with different beverages. Ryan moves his hands


    off my  shoulder, thankfully. And darts over to the fridge. My  eyes almost bulge out of it’s sockets for


    the amount of  beers that were over packed inside.


    “There’s more?” I stupidly ask as I scan over the drinks.  Some of the teenagers that still lingered in the


    kitchen  looked at me strangely. I shrugged not in the moment to  care for their judging.


    “Want anything Ash?” Ryan yells over his shoulder and  rummages through the fridge for whatever he


    was  desperately was looking for.


    “A bottle of water would be much appreciated.” I grumble  wanting to get out of there. Why did Ie


    here? This  isn’t exactly my scene.


    “Of course you would take a bottle of water.” A voice  dripping of sarcasm reaches my ears. I turn to


    see who  and wasn’t surprised to see Stacy heading my way.  ke’s arm wrapped securely around


    her waist. I feel the  burning of jealousy swim in my body at the sight.


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    I turn away not liking the cocky expression on her ugly  face. Okay she wasn’t ugly but could you really


    me  me? The girl got what I always wanted, ke.


    I rolled my eyes trying to act like I didn’t care. I did. I  hated that she always wanted to make me look


    like a kid  in front of ke. “What’s wrong with water? I’m the  designated driver anyway so I can’t


    drink.” I shrugged.


    “Uh little Ash I don’t think there’s water.” Ryan responds  then grabs a bottle of liquor behind the beers


    then grabs  one beer in the other hand. I narrow my eyes and walk  over to him.


    “You’re lying.” I scoff and bend over to rummage through  the endless beer. Not seeing any bottle of


    water in sight I  breathed out in irritation.


    Closing the door of the fridge with a slight bang I turn  around. I’m confused to see Stacy ring at me,


    her  eyes gleaming with hatred.


    I let my gaze shift to ke noticing an odd and  unreadable glint in his blue eyes. His gaze was


    focused  on me or more specifically my legs. My brows furrowed  and I shoot a questioning look at


    Ryan who just smirked.  Useless.


    “Then I’ll just take the water in the pipe.” I uttered.  Grabbed a stic cup and head over to the sink.


    After  filling the cup with the water I greatly needed at the  moment I drank it in one gulp.


    “You know what will be fun.” Ryan smirks and struts over  to the kitchen table. “Beer pong.” He says


    whilst shaking  the beer in his hand and sipped on the bottle of liquor.


    I shake my head.”Yeah no.”


    An exaggerated groan leaves Stacy’s lips. “Why did you  even bothering here if you don’t want to


    party? Just  go home you’re a bore.” She snaps.


    “Stacy-” ke starts,his voice has an underlying warning  to it.


    “You know what fine, let’s y that peer pong.” I hissed,  cutting him off and walk over to Ryan.


    “Beer pong Ley.” ke corrects smiling.


    “Whatever.” I grumble.


    “Stop calling her Ley, use her name.” I could distinctly  hear Stacy’s whine. I zoned out their


    conversation not  wanting to further hear her endlessints.


    I focus my attention on Ryan watching as he starts toy  cups and form them into a pyramid. I’m


    confused not  knowing how this game works.


    “We need a ping pong ball. Think Miller has one around?”  Ryan asked ke who came to help him set


    up the cups. ke shrugs. “I don’t know man.”


    “Well go ask him, he’s terrified of you, he’ll give it if you  ask.” Ryan urges fixing thest of the cups.


    Stacy has her arms wrapped around him not at all  helping him set up the cups. But I wasn’t exactly


    much


    help either.


    ke looks lost in thought for a moment then nods.  “Fine, but you need toe with me. I can’t


    handle  when he cries. That shit just creeps me out.”


    Ryanughs and walks over to ke.”Stay here little  Ash, we’ll be back.” He warns, shooting me a


    stern look.


    “Okay dad.” I rolled my eyes.


    “Don’t worry Ley I’ll be your daddy in bed!” keughs,  winking for extra effect. I gasp my eyes


    snapping to  Stacy’s. Why would he say that when his girlfriend is  right there?


    I could see her contempt and I couldn’t me her. Her  boyfriend did just sexually joke with another girl


    that  wasn’t her. I tear my eyes away feeling shame crawl up  my face. I turn to re at ke but he


    and Ryan weren’t  in sight anymore.


    I feel like a caged bird, wanting to crawl in a tiny hole  and nevere back out. I feel Stacy’s hostility,


    feel the  rage pouring out of her. “You know I don’t get it.” She  starts.


    I knew she was talking to me. It was obvious. We were  the only two people left in the kitchen.


    “Don’t get what?” I question softly, not daring to stare at  her.


    “I don’t get what he sees in you.” She grits out.