Jennies Best Friend Novels & Stories

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.

Food is her life,'' ''A week. She wants me to buy her lunch for a week,'' I reply and he claps his hands, continuing to chew his food before dipping it into the barbecue sauce. ''At the one spot, Cafe Lalo.'' He adds, proudly. We know quite a lot when it comes to Kenna. She's our only female best friend so we care a bit too much for her.

That's why no matter how often Malvin wants it, Dena simply can't refuse. Evelyn knocked on the door of her best friend Jenifer, who knows what brought her here. as soon as her best friend opened the door, Evelyn immediately rushed to hug Jeni, crying. Jeni, who saw her friend like that, just kept quiet by stroking Evelyn's back. "Come in first," said Jeni, bringing Evelyn inside. Jeni knows, the woman she has known since three years ago is not doing well. Evelyn almost never cried. Seeing his situation like this made Jeni sure, the problem this time was not an ordinary problem.

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!

“We didn’t go to the hospital because she didn’t want to.” “What?” Distressed, I turned my head to Jessamine’s room. “I know it’s childish for her to cry about you having another best friend,” Deborah curled her lips, sighing. “Aiden, Jessamine can win for Miss Congeniality here, but that young woman didn’t have any male best friend… Listen, Best friend, but you.” I heaved a sigh, wanting to explain my relationship with Sasha, but it would only confuse them. I raised my head when Deborah stood up.