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Amber asks as I open my bottle of water. "That is my best friend, Samantha," I say. "You're no longer her best friend; we are your best friend now," Amber retorts. I'm queasy about her comment. "How can I not? She's been a true friend to me, and we've been friends for a long time," I explain. "She's fat, unpopular, and worst of all, she's ugly. She's not in your league to be associating with you," Amber responded.

Others craned their necks, eyes wide, eager for a better look. "Isn't she supposed to be Aya's best friend? Oh my god, this is like a whole Netflix Original drama!" [This isn't even how the plot is supposed to go anymore. Somehow Aya has gone from NPC to the actual female lead!] [I like this better, chat. This is sick!] [Agreed. It's like watching a train wreck. Peak cringe!] [Look at that bald man's face! That's a meme template right there!] The crowd turned against the naked couple who had just had sex atop a deceased old man.

They weren't horrified by my mother’s cruelty; they were fascinated by it. “Did you see?” a cousin whispered loud enough for the wind to carry. “The Tyrant actually has tear ducts.” “She’s probably just angry she didn't get the inheritance,” Bethany added, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy as she sipped her champagne. They didn't see a daughter being disowned. They saw a high-stakes glitch in a perfect machine. To them, my pain was a performance, and they were waiting for the encore. They all believed the rumor—the one that defined my Tyrant title. Three years ago, a man who threatened my father's firm vanished. The world believed I had him dealt with. I let them believe it. Fear w

Blame it all on not knowing what to do with the way he was feeling, blame it all on being eager to know how she felt about him, blame it on wanting to back her into a corner in all sense of the word. He stood there, waiting, hoping that she walked out of that shower stall naked, so that he could see her as he wanted to. Blame it all on being eager to touch her the way he wanted, but couldn't because of the thoughts of being a creep and the fact that she might not want it. Had anyone ever felt like this before, for someone they didn't like, yet liked, without any idea how the person felt, but too proud to try and find out because they were the school hot boy that never dated? Duck, if yes, th

With the amount her father donates to the school every year, Vanessa was held in high prestige at Seattle high school. "What can I do for you, dear?", Mr. Bull asked in his nicest voice. Vanessa took her seat in front of his table and spoke up. "I have cramps all over my body", she said with a pitiful pout. Mr. Bull was confused at first. If she has cramps all over her body, then why is she here? What does she mean exactly? "Oh okay, I will make sure to place a call to the school nurse then", he finally said after a while.

We three made our way towards the entrance of A block through the stairs as the lift is almost full. " So , what's up ?" Harish asked , I raised an eyebrow at him. " I saw the status." He replied with a teasing smile. " Oh!" That's the only word that left my mouth. " Should I help you?". This guy!!! He's making me blush! " No need! He's just a crush and nothing else." I tried to be stern. " Yeah yeah , just a crush whose closeness with a girl made you hate her to the core and whose smile makes your heart flutter.