: Chapter 54
Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste
I settle my bag on the desk and place my elbows on the wooden surface. My palms supported my chin as I looked at the front. The teacher wasnât here yet and neither was Ryan. As usual he was late.
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 class.
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.
âWoah easy there tiger.â I teased. Her head snaps to the source of the voice, which was me. Widening my eyes and blushing in embarrassment, I quickly mumble an apology.
â Sorry, this isnât how I wanted to introduce myself.â I mumble embarrased, straightening my spine. I push my hand towards her. âIâm Ashley.â 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 and lashes 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 wasnât a threat she takes my hand in her slightly larger hand. But then again many people had bigger hands than I. âIâm Kimberly.â Her voice is surprisingly childlike unlike her hard exterior.
We pull away smiling at each other. I then cleared my throat. âI know itâs two months too late but I would like to sincerely apologize for my friend knocking into you on your first day.â I apologize.
âRyan can be a bit.â I search my brain for the word to describe my crazy friend. âMuch.â
Her eyes suddenly turn to anger as if remembering Ryan. âOh heâs the guy who didnât have manners to help a girl up when heâs the cause of her falling.â She grumbles nodding.
I smile sheepishly.âRight heâs the one.âHer eyes narrow.â He seems to be a self centered asshole.â She humpths.
I know she was angry at him but she had no right to judge him by that little accident. Ryan was a sweetheart, annoying, but always had good intentions.
âHeâs an amazing guy, he was just in a rush that particular morning. You should get to know him before judging.â I defended.
âThose two months I have spent in this school, I got to know your friend Ryan. Heâs a boy who sleeps around, thinks heâs the king of humor oh and is always late.â She says sarcastically. âSo no thank you to getting to know him, I think Iâll pass.â
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 Blake 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. âYouâre in my seat dory.â He states like it was obvious.
I nearly choked on my saliva. What in the Godâs 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.
âAs far as I know, the seats do not belong to anyone. Itâs the schoolâs 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.â She retorts and flips her long hair over her shoulder.
My mouth slacken and so does Ryanâs. We were both shocked at her words. Ryan narrows his eyes and glares. âHow dare-â
âRyan just go sit behind her, thereâs an empty chair there.â I cut him off not wanting them to make a scene.
Knowing Ryan heâd spit out words heâd later 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 didnât care that she was arguing with one of the popular boyâs at this school. She must really hate his guts.
He looks to be contemplating before he humpths and walks to sit behind her. She looks forward, not sparing him a second glance.
The teacher enters and we begin class. A few seconds later I realized that for the first time, Ryan was a tad bit earlier than the teacher.
The rest of the class goes somewhat smoothly with the occasional remarks from Ryan and the sarcastic retorts from Kimberly.
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.
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âSo did you send in your application yet?â Ryan asked as we walked down the hallway. We were heading to lunch.
I shook my head, biting my lip. âI havenât made up my mind which college I want to apply to. â I mumble truthfully.
âMy dad wants me to go to Yale.â He grumbles. You see even though Ryan was always the late bird in class and a joker. He was very intelligent. I had no doubt that he would get in.
âMine too. But I was thinking more of Harvard.â I shrug. Suddenly I felt the urge to pee. âIâll meet you in the cafeteria, I need to pee.â I rushed out turning around to head to the bathroom.
âOkay!â He shouts after me.My feet are quick as I brush past students. Iâm relieved when I see the bathroomâs door. Entering inside I rush to one of the vacant stalls.
After relieving myself Iâm alarmed when I hear a soft cry coming 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. âAre you okay?â It comes out soft and I doubted she heard me.
But the crying ceased and the voice of the girl who loathed me spoke up. âWhat do you want?â Stacy hisses opening the door.