Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 50

I paled as a ghost. I remember mom and dad

talking about her, referring to her as a mental

patient. From what I’ve heard of the things she has

done, she wasn’t such a good person. But she was

still blood, no matter all of the horrid things she’s

done.

“I’m so sorry.” I felt like I was supposed to say

that. I knew Margaret’s history with my mom and

it wasn’t pleasant. But I also knew mom never

holds a grudge.

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I also knew that dad was silently mourning inside.

It hurt him, that was the woman who took care of

him. She’s his mom.

I walk over to a vacant sofa and gently sat down,

hoping that they wouldn’t notice my wince when

my bum touched the cushion. Blake really had a

huge cock. It is know wonder he was always so

cocky.

Don’t act like you don’t like it. The little voice

inside my head reveals. I sigh. This is really not

the time to think such thoughts. Mom looked lost

as she watched dad rake a hand through his hair.

“We never got along but I do feel sorry that she

died this way.” She sighed.

I nodded. “Do you know what led her to do this to

herself?”

She looks saddened. “We had gotten word that she

was doing much better but I guess this wasn’t

accurate. Margaret really wasn’t mentally stable.”

Dad comes off the phone and sits beside mom. He

pulls her on his lap and she rests her head on his

chest. He sighs in content as if having mom this

close to him comforted him instantly. I loved their

relationship though it cringes both Arden and I to

see them this way.

“They found her hanging from a fan around seven

in the morning. She used the sheet of her bed.” He

whispers, brushing his fingers through mom’s hair.

“I’m so sorry baby.” Mom whispered, kissing his

jaw. He clenches his eyes and when he does open

it again it’s now moist with unwashed tears. My

heart aches for him.

“I admit I hated her, loathed her even but she’s

still my mom, the woman who raised me. I can’t

help but think that things would’ve been different if

she wasn’t senile.” He grumbles as if hating

himself for even feeling sad about her death.

“Why had they not called you sooner dad? This

seems to be a bit fishy.” Arden voices out. I

chewed on my lip thinking of what Arden had

implied. He was right. Why hadn’t they called him

sooner?

“Does grandpa even know?” Arden ask.

“I do not know why they had failed to inform me of

my mother’s pa*sing sooner. Dad found out the

same time I did, probably even earlier. He doesn’t

feel a bit of remorse.” He sighs. “And quite frankly

I don’t want to think of any possibilities of why

they didn’t tell me sooner. I’m sure they had their

reasons.”

Arden nods in understanding. “Well I guess we’ll be

attending a funeral soon.” He shrugs seeming

nonchalant.

I couldn’t blame him. He never knew Margaret, a

woman supposedly our grandma but was the devil

incarnated that wanted to kill me when I was still

in mom’s womb.

“I guess we will.” Dad grunts pulling mom closer. I

hated funerals.

Monday

“What’s up with you two today?” Ryan asks,

putting down his burger on the plate. It was lunch

and we all were seated around the lunch table,

each having a different food to eat.

Blake and I were sitting usually closer than we

ever had been. It felt natural to be this close to

him but I guess everyone was noticing, including

our bestfriend Ryan. I felt guilty for keeping such a

secret away from him.

“Nothing’s up yet.” Blake shrugged but I knew the

meaning behind the word. Ryan smirks, throwing

his head back laughing at his friends ridiculous

sexual innuendo.

Stopping his laughing fit, he looks between us and

gives a sly gaze. “You two have been awfully closer

than usual and that’s saying something. Just like

lovers I might add.” He accuses and gauges for a

reaction.

I choke on the fry I was eating and quickly reach

over for the juice so I could wash it down. “What

gave you that idea?” I ask after clearing my throat.

I was avoiding his knowing stare. I looked around

for prying eyes.

“Just answer me this one question.” He starts.

“Where did you two go after english clas was

done? I heard moaning and grunting sounds

coming from Mrs. Peter’s clas. It really didn’t

sound like Mrs. Peter. It sounded awfully familiar.”

He chuckles then says in a girly voice. “Oh Blake,

don’t stop.”

I choked on my saliva as Blake choked on his soda.

Were we that loud? A scarlet blush coated my

cheeks and I felt shame hit me like a ton of bricks.

“There are many Blake’s in this school.” Blake

answered looking half embarra*sed.

“Yeah but none sound like you dude. ” He says

then turns his voice into a very much exaggerated

mannish tone. “Oh F*ck Ley baby, you’re so tight,

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I snap my eyes to Ryan, eyes widening in horror.

He smirks. “Now I wonder who calls you that name

Ley.”

“Hush Ryan before someone hears you!” I hissed

cheeks aflame. My eyes skittish around to see if

anyone was listening in on the conversation but

they all seem to be on their own businesses.

I sighed in relief. Good. The last thing I want to

hear circulating around the entire school is how

Blake and I were Fcking in Mrs. Peter’s clas.

“Don’t be shy little Ash, you definitely weren’t in

Mrs. Peter’s cla*s. I don’t think she’d be happy if

y’all left cum on her desk though. Poor woman will

be coming to school tomorrow to find dried cum on

her desk. ” He jokes.

I wanted nothing more but to crawl in a hole and

die. This isn’t exactly how I planned for him to find

out. I lost my appetite. Blake palm comes to rest

on my thigh and squeezes it in rea*surance.

“Relax on the jokes man, you’re embarra*sing

her.” Blake warns.

Ryan sighs. “Fine.” Then studies us. “How long has

this been going on?” He questions generally

intrigued for our answer. Though he seemed to

know it already.

“After the party when Blake and I kissed. It just

went from there.” I answered.

“I knew it!” He shout rather loudly, gaining

everyone’s attention. Seeming to notice the eyes

on him, he flicks them off. “Mind y’all damn

business!” He hisses and they do just that.

He then grins at the two of us. “So when’s the

wedding? Though I’m still mad y’all didn’t let me

on that little secret.” He pouted.