: Chapter 15
Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste
âDonât worry daddy weâll get a ride on Ryan after school.â I said then closed the door of the car. The window rolls down.
âDonât forget youâre grounded young lady, so no coming home late.â He warns.
I rolled my eyes before adjusting my bag. âI know dad.â I huffed.
Arden comes out of the car, banging the door louder than needed. âSuch a baby.â He mocks and sticks out his tongue when I shoot him with a glare.
Dadâs head snaps to face him and smiles. âBye to you too son, donât get into trouble.â He teases. With a silent groan Arden nods. He hated when dad teased him in public, not that anyone was paying attention. Or were they?
âTake care of your brother Ashley.â He says before telling us he loves us then drives off. I stare at his disappearing car and sighed, turning around.
âI donât get why dad thinks Iâm causing trouble, Iâm totally innocent.â He grunts winking at a very older blonde girl who was passing by. I arch a brow before walking up to the school building with him following beside me.
âYeah innocent alright.â I snorted clutching the straps of the bag tighter than necessary. Somehow I felt there were too many eyes on me. It was normal for Arden but for me it was unusual.
âWhat I am!â He argues, his long legs seemed to make him walk at a much faster pace than me.
âConsidering the many phone calls mom and dad has gotten because of you and Liamâs stupid pranks arenât exactly innocent.â I uttered, and looked around.
There were many people huddled around on the school grounds. Some were whispering amongst themselves as they stared at me. Squirming in uneasiness I gripped the straps tighter.
âHey those pranks were legendary!â Arden proclaimed before darting his eyes around. He mustâve seen the attention the students around were giving me because his brows furrowed in confusion.
He turned towards me and raised his brow in question. âWhat did you do last night?â
Iâm startled with his question and turn away from him. Pushing some hair behind my ear I look forward and opened the schoolâs huge wooden doors.
â What do you mean? I didnât do anything.â I shrugged and continued to walk towards my locker. The bell would ring any minute now and I really didnât want to be late for biology.
The halls are filled with hormonal teenagers as we walk pass. Some were on their own business while the majority seemed to be focused on me.
With a sudden determination to get out of their sights I walked faster to my locker. With a breath of relief I had finally reached beside it. With quick fingers I reach for the lock, turn the dial to the right numbers until it opens swiftly.
Arden is still beside me and leans on the locker beside mine. âYou did do something to have them look at you this way Ashley. Is it something that I should be embarrassed about?â
Turning to glare at him, I started throwing in some of my books, not caring that I used unnecessary aggression.â I didnât do anything okay!â I hiss.
Then suddenly the image of kissing Blake flutters in my head and I instantly feel my throat become dry. I could feel the blood move from my once flushed cheeks. It couldnât be that could it? Werenât everyone too drunk to remember what even happened?
Ardenâs eyes narrow. âYou did do something!â He accuses.
âYou little slut!â A very familiar voice whispers beside me, in a joking manner. Noticing the new presence Arden groans in displeasure before rolling his eyes. âAnd the devil is here.â He says boredly.
âYouâre not an angel yourself Arden!â Rosalie spat before redirecting her attention to me. I groan hitting my head on the cold locker. Later regretting it when a dull pain stays in its wake.
âWell this conversation is boring Iâm going to look for Liam.â Arden announces before walking around us to head in the opposite direction of his class.
âLiamâs on the field moron!â Rosalie shouts after him and earns the middle finger from Arden. I rolled my eyes. Those two never got along even though we considered each other as cousins.
âYou know I donât get why you and Arden argue so much, weâre cousins.â I tell her closing the locker. I turn around and lean my back on the cool metal.
Today she had worn the schoolâs cheerleading outfit. Her blonde hair was curled to perfection. Mascara coated her long lashes, circling around honey colored orbs. She was beautiful and she definitely knew it.
She shrugs. âI guess your brother and I just donât click. Itâs a mutual hate anyway.â
She then wraps her arm around my own and starts dragging me to the way to my class. âNow stop trying to change the subject. Tell me, how was it?â
âHow was what?â I asked in a cool and composed facade. She huffs. âHow was the kiss with the hottest guy in school? Did he push his tongue-â
âOkay stop!â I came to a complete halt and turned towards her. She looked ready to pop balloons and celebrate. What the hell was going on?
âWhat exactly did you hear?â I asked in a hushed whisper as my eyes darted around. I felt smaller than usual. I wasnât invisible anymore. And I hated it.
âOh nothing just that you finally kissed Blake last night!â She squeals and does a slight jump. My heart lurches in my throat and suddenly I felt visible to everyoneâs accusing eyes.
âHow did you get to know about this?â I whispered. Was this the reason for the hushed whispers earlier?
âI heard it from one of the girls from the team, in fact the entire school is talking about it. Donât worry I slapped one of those bitches that had something to say-â
âThe entire school?â I gasp cutting her off.
The bell rings and Rosalie groans in irritation. âI fucking hate that bell.â She then smiles and winks. âWell weâll talk later cousin and I want every single detail.â She says and turns around to walk towards her class. She was the same age as Arden, yet she acted like I was the younger one.
I stand there looking at her retreating form disappear inside the classroom. I feel frozen in place, feeling the accusing and disgusted looks everyone sent me as they brushed past me not too gently. Everyone knew.