Novel & Cerita Jennies Best Friend

Scarlett Lately, I’d been feeling strange—sick, even. After pouring my heart out at Damien’s mother’s house, I found myself staying at my best friend’s apartment. Jenna walked toward me, heels clicking against the floor, two steaming mugs of coffee in her hands. She always had this poised elegance. A top-tier lawyer and my best friend since childhood, Jenna was more than just a friend—she was family.

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.

You know, in case. Dad had texted earlier that he was stuck on his work trip overseas. "Sorry baby girl, but Ryan's picking you up. He'll take good care of you." Ryan Hale. Dad's best friend since forever. The guy who'd been like an uncle to me growing up. But we hadn't seen each other in person for almost six years. Just calls and texts here and there. He'd check in on me during college, send funny memes, and ask about my projects. His voice on the phone was always so deep and calm. It made me feel safe. I was lowkey excited to see him though. Like, really excited. He was always so solid, you know? The kind of guy who fixed everything without making a big deal. I started scanning the crowd

The way she watched me like a hawk almost made me laugh. Brittany and I have been friends for a long time, since childhood really. Our parents were best friends, so we also became best friends. She was older than me by two years so she was like my older sister. I would give my life for her and she would do the same, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't even know what to do.

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.

Jenny was feeling better now and she had even been the one to insist we go to day today. I looked at Jenny, grateful that she saw me as nothing more than her bestfeiend. She didn’t look at me like the dangerous predator that I was. To Jenny, I’m just Sophia—her best friend, the one who listens to her late-night rants, shares clothes, and makes tea on rainy days.

He’d also helped with the planning and all. It wasn’t something I’d admit to him, but the man was my best friend — something he probably didn’t even know. I’d rather we keep it that way. I led Astrid to the end of the rink, taking off her shoes before letting her go to her mum and sister and yeah, Joan. Aaron clasped me on the shoulder as the women gushed over the ring. “Congratulations, man. You did well,” he said, and I stared at him. “Thank you,” I grinned, and he dropped his hand and tucked it into his pocket.

His forest green eyes lingering on me. "I will do just that. You have nothing to worry about," Tristan replied. "Oh, Mr Crane, we need your help with packing the students' bags intol the bus," Miss Jennings came rushing over. Ugh, she was like another Maggie, another leech. She was wearing black sports leggings with a cropped top. I must say she is stunning, but she can be too much when it comes to Tristan, she also has a body to die for. "Ask someone else," Tristan said, scowling at her. I could see that he didn't like this one bit.

Jennie asked. "Hey, are you afraid to turn back?" the voice said, now I heard it well, it's Shane. "Shane?" I asked excitedly. "Yes darling" he said and I turned back. "Oh my goodness! is it you?" I asked. "Yes, it's me" he replied and we hugged each other. "How are you doing?" I asked. "I'm good, where are you going?" he asked. "We're going to work, ohh that reminds me, Shane, meet Jennie, my best friend and Jennie meet Shane, my new classmate and friend?" I said.

And with a stupid smile on my face, I cycled back home. "Do you have Jessy Jones' phone number? " questioned Henrique, widening his little children's eyes. That was my only best friend in my life. The little boy was twelve years old, had moved to the same building where I had lived for a few months, and didn't even have half of my problems socializing. Our friendship started because he thought he couldn't be without anyone's friendship, and I was on that list. " Dude, you're a hell of a lucky guy!