Novel & Cerita Jason Chen Best Friends

I shrug. “Exactly. And now the entire squad’s both impressed and terrified. You’ve officially gone from ghost girl to warrior icon.” He slings his arm across my shoulders. “You should be proud.” I shoot him a look. “I’m not sure being called ‘Little Reaper’ is something to celebrate.” “Well, it is when you’re 5’4 and choking out a guy six inches taller and built like a linebacker.” I laugh despite myself. Jason’s been my best friend since we were pups. Loyal, smart, irritating. Everything you want in someone who always has your back.

I asked him, even though I did not want to follow Ethan to his house alone. "No. I want to go with you, Mom. I want to see my Daddy's friend. I have two new friends in my class: Emmanuel and Celine. Celine says that I look like her baby brother at home, but I don't believe her. She says her brother is very fair like me," Jason recounted about his school friends. "Emmanuel and Celine. Okay, I will get to meet them later. For now, we are going to see Mr. Ethan, alright?" I asked my son and he said, "Okay, Mom."

Someone who didn’t look at me like I was broken glass. Jason. My best friend. The one person who’d always been there. The one who’d defended me, even recklessly. He’d understand. He’d listen. He wouldn’t call me pathetic or useless. He’d tell me Ashton was an idiot. He’d make it better, somehow. The thought was a tiny life raft in the stormy sea of my humiliation.

A quick short prayer was said and before everyone could dive into eating, Jason requested to say something. He stood up with his cup of drink. “This time a few years ago, we never knew each other, just a few of us. Me, Evans, Amber and Cara. So many things had happened over the years that threatened our relationship, it almost even made us cut things but here we are still standing strong. Each one of you had a part to play in my family's life. To my best friend and his lovely wife, thank you so much for being there. Right from the days in Bana, up till this moment. I can't help but mention how amazing you were.

He unlocked his car and opened the door for me. Jason is my childhood friend, and he considers me his best friend. While I don't have much say in that relationship, I can say that I feel similarly. He has always taken the lead and looked out for me, almost like a big brother. In high school, many girls disliked me because of how close he was to me. I attended the same school as him not because we had money—we didn't—but because I excelled academically, which made it easier for me to get into a good school alongside him. I faced bullying because of my friendship with Jason, and I’ve grown used to it even now.

I shoved the phone back into my pocket, Sienna’s voice drifted from inside before I even rang the bell. “Zayne! About time!” I exhaled softly, trying not to let her energy get under my skin. The door swung open, and there she was. Isla. She looked…. lighter. Whatever problem she had from earlier wasn’t gone, not entirely, but the tension in her shoulders had loosened slightly. Her wet hair clung to her face, but she held herself with quiet dignity, her eyes pinned on my face. Did she recognize me? “You’re here,” Sienna said, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a child announcing something exciting. “Zayne, meet my best friend. Isla. Isla, this is the infamous older brother.”

What a stellar start to my day. “Sorry about that! Let me give you a hand,” the girl says, her voice warm as she peels the chair off me, checking to make sure I’m not tangled up in it. I attempt to sit up, wincing slightly. “Those guys are some real jerks, huh?” “Jason and Terry, yeah,” she replies, shaking her head as she squats down beside me, her concern evident. “And to think Jason used to be my best friend.” “Yikes… sorry,” I mumble, feeling a wave of sympathy for her.

“He’s my best friend you know.” “He’s everyone’s best friend,” Siobhan rolled her eyes as she grabbed Andre’s hand back. “But he’s my baby.” “Hey, I’m not trying to steal him away from you. I don’t have the looks or the charms good enough to tempt Andre,” Aaron chuckled.

His jaw was tight, but he didn’t grab the phone from me. “You were my friend,” I said. “And you were his wife. Friendship died in that bedroom the same day your marriage did.” “If you post that photo, you are not hurting Adrian. You are helping Damien keep me tied to a man who will not sign.” “Maybe I want you tied. Maybe I like watching you scramble and suffer.” My free hand curled into a fist. “What kind of human are you?? What did he promise you this time?” “I don’t think that is your business anymore.”

I didn't care about their past or their status—only that they loved me sincerely and completely. And somehow, against all odds, I had found that person in Jason… the very man I had once fled from. A sharp knock at the door startled me from my thoughts. I sighed heavily and returned to the chair beside the bed. "Come in!" I called, straightening my posture. The door swung open to reveal Chen, Don's best friend with his distinctive blonde hair and gray jacket that matched Don's. He carried a container of food in his hands, his smile bright as he entered the room.