Novel & Cerita Go Bestfriend That's My Best Friend

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

I shook my head. “Ady’s my best friend, she’s practically my little sister,” Gabe said. “And I think the same way. There’s nothing more between us,” I agreed. “I like butt stuff,” Gabe said. “And that’s okay,” I said seriously. We both started giggling and the guy beside Gabe groaned. “You didn’t let me do anything though?” His friend asked. “That’s because you’re a switch and I’m not,” Gabe said. “Gag,” I said as I pretended to vomit. “Seriously though, what’s up?” I asked.

“Goodness, Mr. Adrian. You really need to work on your trust issues. Why on earth would I plot against you? What could I possibly gain?” “Maybe you despise me and want to be rid of me,” he suggested, his tone laced with sarcasm. “I may not be your biggest fan, but that doesn’t mean I want you dead,” I retorted, unable to help the sharpness in my voice. “And for the record, I was talking to my best friend. You must’ve heard me say ‘Hey, bestie.’” “Oh, so it was your best friend,” he said, trailing off awkwardly as if the situation had suddenly turned uncomfortable.

She loved how I made her feel. She could play all she wanted. She knew she was addicted and to be honest, so was I. “Hmmm,” I leaned forward and spread her legs as she looked at me wantonly. “You know you love me.” “Of course Matthew, you’re my son’s best friend.” She joked. “Oh that’s how it is, huh?” I smirked. My hands slid across her thigh down to her patch. “Now I’m Matthew?”

I shoved my phone back into my bag and then walked through the crowd of students and most were dancing. This was my final party with the students who graduated today. Cris and I are to embark on our separate journeys as friends. I'm just glad that I got my best friend back and that she knows what really happened. She chose to believe me this time and be my friend again. As I moved past a group of students, someone grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks and I looked at the hand that gripped my wrist and slowly move my gaze to the person I turned around to face.

Who in their right senses abandons a pregnant woman? The joy of finally finding her warred the guilt. This was Mirabel’s best friend. The girl she called her sister. The one who’d helped her through exams, late nights, everything. If Mirabel found out… if she knew we’d ever met and had that kind of an encounter, she’d be disappointed in me.

Now, it just made me want to gag. “Nobody knows you the way I do. Nobody else on this campus actually gives a damn about you the way I do. I’m the one who protected you. I’m the one who always made sure you were good. You think Brittany cares? She’s just using this to cause a scene because she hates me, not because she's trying to protect you. You’re my best friend, Kathy. We’re supposed to be a team. You can’t let people come between us over some stupid rumor or misunderstanding.”

" You're nothing without me I made you who you are today I got you that gig and surprise surprise I'm the one who made sure that you were not home, while I was doing the nasty with your best friend who and I realize it wasn't really a true friend because true friends don't do what she did but she knows me and she's willing to stick with me." "Wait until you go through hard times then you realize that you picked the wrong girl. I would advise you to stay the hell away from me; because if you can get me out of the place that I've called home for five years and you made it quite clear that you want my best friend and not me and I accepted it. Then you have no influence over me in any way. "

I’m at the Korean restaurant near your building. I smiled and quickly typed in a reply. For the past few months, Harold Lee was the person who was there for me. He was there to listen to my whims, rants and all my worries. He’s my best friend. My doctor best friend because Gina’s the legit one. She’d kill me once she knew I called someone else my best friend. To: Harold Lee Sure. I’m on my way.

Gabe said angrily. "You right! I'm going to do this. I'm not going to sleep with a random stranger though" I made clear. "Of course, I would never advise you to do something like that," Gabe said while chuckling. "You're the best," I said gratefully. "Yes, yes I'm aware," he said smugly. "Don't get too cocky now," I replied, chuckling. He joined me in laughing, I felt a lot more relieved after talking to him. My best friend truly was the best.