Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 54


    I settle my bag on the desk and ce 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  waste.


    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 *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 andshes 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  slightlyrger 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 toote 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.”


    Her eyes suddenly turn to anger as if remembering Ryan. “Oh  he’s the guy who didn’t have manners


    to help a girl up when  he’s the cause of her falling.” She grumbles nodding.


    I smile sheepishly.”Right he’s the one.”


    Her eyes narrow.” He seems to be a self centered A*shole.” She  humpths.


    I know she was angry at him but she had no right to judge him  by that little ident. Ryan was a


    sweetheart, annoying, but  always had good intentions.


    “He’s an amazing guy, he was just in a rush that particr  morning. You should get to know him before


    judging.” I  defended.


    “Those two months I have spent in this school, I got to know  your friend Ryan. He’s a boy who sleeps


    around, thinks he’s the  king of humor oh and is alwayste.” She says sarcastically. “So  no thank you


    to getting to know him, I think I’ll pa*s.”


    Seems to me that she had been keeping tabs on him. If so then  she already knew I was his friend. It


    would hardly go unnoticed,  we were joined at the hip. Not as much as ke and I but close  enough.


    As soon as she is done speaking the door opens and in walks in  a half tired Ryan. He struts over to


    me, clearly expecting the


    seat beside mine to be vacant. He always sits beside me but  looks like Kimberly beat him to it.


    He stops in his tracks and blinks as if the image of Kimberly  sitting beside me would suddenly


    disappear.


    Eventually he sees that she was in fact still there. “You’re in my  seat dory.” He states like it was


    obvious.


    I nearly choked on my saliva. What in the God’s name? Why  would he 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 add.


    “As far as I know, the seats do not belong to anyone. It’s the  school’s property. If you have a problem I


    suggest you go  somehow else.


    Preferably a pigsty. I saw a poster outside earlier, one of the  pigs seemed to be missing. I guess I


    found him.” She retorts and  flips her long hair over her shoulder.


    My mouth cken and so does Ryan’s. We were both shocked  at her words. Ryan narrows his eyes


    and res. “How dare-“


    “Ryan just go sit behind her, there’s an empty chair there.” I cut  him off not wanting them to make a


    scene.


    Knowing Ryan he’d spit out words he’dter regret. And I had  no doubt Kimberly would answer him


    back with one of her  sarcastic retorts.


    I got to hand it to her, the girl really didn’t care that she was  arguing with one of the popr boy’s at


    this school. She must  really hate his guts.


    He looks to be contemting before he humpths and walks to  sit behind her. She looks forward, not


    sparing him a second  nce.


    The teacher enters and we begin *s. A few secondster I  realized that for the first time, Ryan was


    a tad bit earlier than  the teacher.


    The rest of the *s goes somewhat smoothly with the  asional remarks from Ryan and the


    sarcastic retorts from  Kimberly.


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    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 thete bird in


    *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 rmed when I hear a soft crying  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 es 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.