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I just wanted to yell out loud in frustration and hit something so hard. Piece of advice. Never fall in love with your best friend. Or anyone to be honest!

That's bizarre and very out of topic. ''That's nonsense. I'm not falling for my best friend,'' My eyes wandering around the room while we both speak about my feelings. ''Why would I ever fall for Kenna? She didn't do anything to make me feel attracted—she's just . . . Kenna. Besides, we're best friends, there's no such thing as falling in love with your own best friend.'' I say. ''It happens all the time in the world,'' He shrugs. ''And, why do you have to keep on saying the word 'best friend'?''

I asked curiously. Oh, nothing at all, because he fell in love with me instead, Grace said gently. “I honestly believed it was the worst day I’d ever had, but in the end, my friend was the reason I met the only man I’ve ever loved,” she concluded, her eyes glistening with emotion. Tears gathered in my eyes as well, because despite the differences in how we met the Hudson men, there were still similarities between us , our best friends had connected us, and it had been love at first sight.

Then she took a large step back, like I was something contagious she didn't want near her. "You heard me, Cassandra. So I'll stop pretending. Please don't follow me around anymore. I don't want to be your friend. Someone like Wendy, with her background and her world, that's the kind of person I want in my life. "Look at yourself. You've got nothing, and you solve everything with your fists. You're not even someone I want to be seen with. Honestly? Being your friend has always been embarrassing." I stood there frozen after she finished.

JUNE’S POV My heart began a slow, heavy thud against my ribs. No. It was impossible. It was my own paranoia, my miserable life looking for shadows everywhere. Sarah was my best friend. Franklin was… well, Franklin was a cheater, but with secretaries like Karen. Not with my best friend. Not for nineteen years. The sheer scale of that was too monstrous to even hold in my head. But the seed was planted. And in the fertile, poisoned soil of my broken trust, it didn’t need much to start growing.

“Then what is it, Sav? Why won’t you look at me? Why do you keep dodging me like I’m contagious? You're ignoring me.” I turned around, clutching my arms like they could hold me together. “Because best friends don’t see each other naked in that way.” Roman blinked. “Sav…” “Best friends,” I cut in, heart in my throat, “don’t bend each other over in the backseat of a car and have the kind of sex that haunts you for days. The kind that we just had. That’s not friendship. That’s something else. And we… we broke it. We’re screwed, Roman.”

It was bad enough not getting noticed, I didn’t need my best friend helping me talk to boys. So, I stayed by myself and read an E-book on my phone. I could not help the feeling of loneliness that clouded me. Junior year was here already and next it will be senior year but my life would not really change. It sucked more because I was such a sucker for romance and yet no one liked me. How could they? I wasn’t pretty as Olivia with her slim model like body and shoulder length dark curls. I shook the thought out of my head. I wasn’t jealous of my friend, I just wished I could be her sometimes.

she started, but the word died on her lips because I finally closed the distance. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t planned. It was weeks of tension snapping at once. Her hands were on my chest like she wanted to push me away but instead fisted in my shirt. I cupped the back of her neck, deepening the kiss, and she made a tiny sound that undid me completely. For a heartbeat, the whole world narrowed to her mouth, her scent, her trembling against me. Then reality crashed back in. Liv’s best friend. Porch light on. Neighbors. I broke the kiss, forehead resting against hers, both of us breathing hard.

I stiffened at first, caught off guard but soon melted into the hug. “It’s so good to see you in person again,” she said, pulling back just enough to search my face, her eyes shining. “Not on some glossy magazine cover, not in an ad, but here, my best friend, finally.” I chuckled, warmth settling in my chest. “I missed you too, Lexi.” I said softly, though the weight of everything I’d been running from still pressed against me.

“You really think she will?” “Well, I have to believe that,” Andrew said. “She’s my sister. And my mom… She has never stayed angry at me for long. They just need time to come to terms with our relationship.” Ada let out a soft hum and leaned into the couch cushion. “Maybe. Or maybe she won’t. Claudia was my best friend , I can tell you for sure that she is the kind who writes people off when they don’t fit her mold.” Andrew was quiet. The truth in her words hit harder than he wanted to admit.