Chapter 9 - Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 9

“Whatever.” I shrugged nonchalantly 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 uncomfortable. 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 I come 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.  Blake’s arm wrapped securely around her waist. I feel the  burning of jealousy swim in my body at the sight.

wasn’t ugly but could you really blame  me? The girl

I did. I  hated that she always wanted to make me look like a kid  in front of Blake. “What’s wrong with water? I’m the  designated

think there’s water.” Ryan responds  then grabs a bottle of liquor behind the beers then grabs  one beer in

beer. Not seeing any bottle of water in sight I

of the fridge with a slight bang I turn  around. I’m confused to see Stacy

blue eyes. His gaze was focused  on me or more specifically my legs. My

water in the pipe.” I uttered.  Grabbed a plastic cup and head over to the sink. After  filling the cup with the water I greatly needed at the  moment I drank

 to the kitchen table. “Beer pong.” He says whilst shaking  the

shake my head.”Yeah

if you don’t want to party? Just

an

know what fine, let’s play that peer pong.” I hissed,

pong Ley.” Blake

“Whatever.” I grumble.

her name.” I could distinctly  hear Stacy’s whine. I zoned out their conversation

 cups and form them into a pyramid. I’m confused not  knowing

ping pong ball. Think Miller has one around?”  Ryan asked Blake who came to help him set up the cups. Blake shrugs. “I don’t know

it if you  ask.” Ryan urges

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

help either.

Blake looks lost in thought for a moment then nods.  “Fine, but you need to come with me. I can’t handle  when he cries. That shit just creeps me out.”

Ryan laughs and walks over to Blake.”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!” Blake laughs,  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 blame 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 glare at Blake but he and Ryan weren’t  in sight anymore.

I feel like a caged bird, wanting to crawl in a tiny hole  and never come 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.