Novel & Cerita Funny Quotes On Fake Friends

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

Viktor mocks and I continue on my way, pretending I haven't been embarrassed. Having friends like that is sometimes not very beneficial.

She asked. "Out with my friends" I said, settling down besides Hamza stealing his popcorn. "You have friends? That's shocking." She said, raising her eyebrows. I pushed my tongue against my inner cheek and smiled tightly. "Everyone does minu darling. Oh wait you don't." I said faking sadness. Everyone knows popular people don't befriend people and that's nothing new. "What do you mean?" She seethed in anger while Hamza snickered next to me choking on his popcorn.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

“Just be yourself. Everyone will love you.” “Easy for you to say,” I muttered, forcing a smile. “You do this kind of thing all the time.” He chuckled, his confidence as effortless as always. “True, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get nervous sometimes. The trick is to fake it until you make it.” Fake it until you make it. I could do that—hopefully.

If that happens, Neil would totally be mad at me. "H-he's not bullying me. He's just teasing me." I faked a smile. "Oh. That's what lovers do." They laughed. All I could do is to watch them. I can't even laugh with them. Will they say I'm a killjoy? I couldn't just force myself to laugh at something I didn't find funny, right? A fake laugh would kill me.

I turned to her, "Huh? I don't get what you are trying to say." She sighed, "The girls that call themselves your friends, they always only say goodbye to you and treat me like a ghost." "Maybe they're just jealous?" I shrugged. "Their attitude towards you will change when they find out who you are. They will treat you the way they treat me." "So..." She pouted again, "Should I just tell them?" I chuckled, "Am I not enough? Do you want to have fake friends like them, that all they only see in you is your life status, that the reason they only befriend you is because you are the daughter of a well-known family in the country? Do you like that?"

I hate you professor. "Nothing like that sir. I don't like you but I don't hate you too. One more thing, I won't fall for your charms like others." I faked innocence. "Oh, ok. I thought you were some alien who came from other planet and doesn't like talking to people. You talk with yourself like a mad person," He teased. Listening to his comment all my friends were giggling and laughing. Professor, you're making fun of me in front of my friends. I hate you.

I wanted to say it was because Yuvan's thoughts were way too loud, but I didn't. Instead, I just poured her a cup of tea. "Why didn't you call me when Grandma punished you?" I glanced at her, then at Yuvan, who was still glaring at me. His thoughts kept exploding in my head. 'Scheming trash! You think playing the victim and faking an injury will make Kayla care about you? Dream on.' I rolled my eyes at him. "It's fine. You were busy. I could handle something like that." Kayla looked at me differently than usual after that.

I replied flatly, "My family didn't get rich by chance. And what if I lend you a real bag and get a fake one back?" Janet's expression hardened with anger. "What are you trying to say? That I'd do something like that? What kind of person do you think I am? Don't look down on me." We parted on bad terms. That very night, she posted on her social feed, taking a jab at me without naming me directly. [Wow. So I finally ran into one of those fake best friends. Some people pretend to be close to you, but they're actually selfish and full of themselves. Be careful who you trust. Stay away from people like that.]