: Chapter 9
Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste
âWhatever.â I shrugged nonchalantly then turned around to look at the mass 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. âLetâs go.â Ryan says dragging me along to what looked like the kitchen.
Well I hoped it was the kitchen, I wasnât so sure if I was intoxicated with whatever was floating in the air. The kitchen didnât 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 itâs sockets for the amount of beers that were over packed inside.
âThereâs more?â 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.
âWant anything Ash?â Ryan yells over his shoulder and rummages through the fridge for whatever he was desperately was looking for.
âA bottle of water would be much appreciated.â I grumble wanting to get out of there. Why did I come here? This isnât exactly my scene.
âOf course you would take a bottle of water.â A voice dripping of sarcasm reaches my ears. I turn to see who and wasnât surprised to see Stacy heading my way. Blakeâs arm wrapped securely around her waist. I feel the burning of jealousy swim in my body at the sight.
I turn away not liking the cocky expression on her ugly face. Okay she wasnât ugly but could you really blame me? The girl got what I always wanted, Blake.
I rolled my eyes trying to act like I didnât care. I did. I hated that she always wanted to make me look like a kid in front of Blake. âWhatâs wrong with water? Iâm the designated driver anyway so I canât drink.â I shrugged.
âUh little Ash I donât think thereâs water.â 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.
âYouâre lying.â 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. Iâm confused to see Stacy glaring at me, her eyes gleaming with hatred.
I let my gaze shift to Blake 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.
âThen Iâll just take the water in the pipe.â 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 it in one gulp.
âYou know what will be fun.â Ryan smirks and struts over to the kitchen table. âBeer pong.â He says whilst shaking the beer in his hand and sipped on the bottle of liquor.
I shake my head.âYeah no.â
An exaggerated groan leaves Stacyâs lips. âWhy did you even bother coming here if you donât want to party? Just go home youâre a bore.â She snaps.
âStacy-â Blake starts,his voice has an underlying warning to it.
âYou know what fine, letâs play that peer pong.â I hissed, cutting him off and walk over to Ryan.
âBeer pong Ley.â Blake corrects smiling.
âWhatever.â I grumble.
âStop calling her Ley, use her name.â I could distinctly hear Stacyâs whine. I zoned out their conversation not wanting to further hear her endless complaints.
I focus my attention on Ryan watching as he starts to lay cups and form them into a pyramid. Iâm confused not knowing how this game works.
âWe need a ping pong ball. Think Miller has one around?â Ryan asked Blake who came to help him set up the cups.
Blake shrugs. âI donât know man.â
âWell go ask him, heâs terrified of you, heâll give it if you ask.â Ryan urges fixing the last of the cups.
Stacy has her arms wrapped around him not at all helping him set up the cups. But I wasnât exactly much help either.
Blake looks lost in thought for a moment then nods. âFine, but you need to come with me. I canât handle when he cries. That shit just creeps me out.â
Ryan laughs and walks over to Blake.âStay here little Ash, weâll be back.â He warns, shooting me a stern look.
âOkay dad.â I rolled my eyes.
âDonât worry Ley Iâll be your daddy in bed!â Blake laughs, winking for extra effect. I gasp my eyes snapping to Stacyâs. Why would he say that when his girlfriend is right there?
I could see her contempt and I couldnât blame her. Her boyfriend did just sexually joke with another girl that wasnât her. I tear my eyes away feeling shame crawl up my face. I turn to glare at Blake but he and Ryan werenât in sight anymore.
I feel like a caged bird, wanting to crawl in a tiny hole and never come back out. I feel Stacyâs hostility, feel the rage pouring out of her. âYou know I donât get it.â She starts.
I knew she was talking to me. It was obvious. We were the only two people left in the kitchen.
âDonât get what?â I question softly, not daring to stare at her.
âI donât get what he sees in you.â She grits out.