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'' I assure him. Even though we're no longer a couple, it's never wrong to want each other to receive a happy life. A happy ending. It may seem as if I've found my source of happiness which is my best friend, Aidan but little does he know that this is all just a lie—a year long lie.

Charles confidently said. Wynter walked to the door. “No. And when something bad happens to Gabby, forget our friendship.” With that, Wynter left her unit. Charles frustratedly messed up his hair and shouted in anger. He didn't know what else to do. He's mad at everything. He's mad at his best friend for not understanding him. He's mad at his father for bringing him into this sickening world he's currently in. He's mad at himself for not being able to protect the man he ever loved.

"Yayy!" she exclaimed. "So what's the plan?" "Ok,I'll run it by you now" "I'm listening,gosh just split it out!" He sounded agitated,Lola took a sigh before speaking. "So, we've always had bad luck in relationships yeah?" "...is that a rhetorical question? bad luck is an understatement" Bart mumbled, still looking away with his hand on his chin. "You have friends right?" "Umm.." "Bartholomew!, don't tell me you actually have no friends besides me"

"Yes, because I wasn't sure of myself. But trust me I wanted to introduce you to the few people I know, the omega that serves there, and maybe get us a better booze, I did not expect you to explode when you bumped into that fatty with a joint." No one has expectations of me, I worked fucking hard to keep it that way, so what has changed. She's facing forward with her chin resting on her arms. "He was fucking loaded with weed, Em, count ourselves lucky we got away." I glance down at Wendy; it's impossible not to notice the disappointment in her eyes. "It's normal." She starts. "People from Lafayette have ancestors with such eyes, it's rare but beautiful." As soon as she says it, I slap my han

He was still kneeling where I'd left him, staring blankly at the dry piece of bread in his hand. That was the last time we ever crossed paths. The next day, the news broke: Austin had jumped to his death. Many sighed with pity for the man who had once ruled over Bexley City. But I felt nothing. "What are you looking at?" Joel's arms slipped around me from behind, his lips brushing my cheek with familiar warmth. "Nothing," I murmured, switching off my phone. "Just someone who no longer matters." He reached for Amy's hand with a smile. "It's Amy's birthday today. Tonight, let's take her out for a proper celebration."

I didn't mean for him to be concerned. "I have shitty friends, Elias," I answer. I know calling him by his actual name is a bold move, but we seem to be on a first name basis now. Pretty sure I remembered being Miss Eldredge earlier in the day. "Why shitty?" I scoff. "This is going to be rich, so buckle up," I say, adjusting how I was sitting. My ass is sore from sitting in this chair. He needs to invest in better chairs. "So Alexis is my childhood best friend. You know her," I add, gesturing to him. "But I was the only person who never wanted anything from her besides a genuine friendship, but tonight she taught me that even friendships that are supposed to be as strong as ours can fall apa

at least it was enough two years but now. The worst part it I have no one to turn to, no friend to call and share my misery with. Raphael never stopped me from making friends, I just didn't see having friends as a necessity. I had colleagues that I talk to and we get along well but I still can't call them my friends. I know you must be wondering about Bella, we stopped being friends a long time ago. We didn't have any fallout or anything, we just realized that we had nothing in common and it would be better if we just went our different ways.

"I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?" I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and headed for my bedroom. "It’s a best-friends-for-life thing, mother. I could never outgrow him." "Don’t tell me you two are already having sex?" I grimaced instantly. "Ew, gross, why would you even think that?" "Come on, you are both adults. Everyone knows males and females can't stay that intertwined forever. Either you like him, he likes you, or — worst of all — you are copulating."

Hey, I’m a publicly proclaimed and self-confessed playboy whose reputation with women means you should stay the fuck away, but fancy a repeat? “No, I didn’t think you would.” Isabella added and looked away, her attention once more on the food. “Look, she’s my best friend and she's not like the other women you go around with, and I’m not judging you, big brother—seriously. After what happened with Camille, I understand why you don't want to hold down a relationship, but she’s not like that.” “How would you know?”

he said. She repeated his name slowly, like she was tasting it. “Adrian.” She nodded like it suited him. “Are we friends?” He paused for just a second. Then he smiled. “Yes. We are.” Her face lit up. “Good. I don’t think I have many friends.” “You have more than you think,” he said. Her smile faded a little. She looked down at her hands. “People keep telling me I was bad,” she said quietly. “Was I a bad child?”