My Brilliant Friend Novels & Stories

😓😓😰😰😰😰 and I need you and you are not here. Bestie: you know what? It's fucken over. You are not my bestie anymore... Bestie: okay Precious I need you. Pleaseeee come back. I agreed to the date... but I have a suggestion.. 😋😚 Bestie: fuck you.... 😭😭 Bestie: I'm best friendless.. that's me😕😑 I laughed at all the shit she wrote then responded..

be that he was a new student like him? She thought while looking at Bright who was speechless. Bright couldn't help but ponder about the color of his problems and why he was acting strange like this. He couldn't really believe that this guy had followed him all the way from the road to this place where he schooled. Bright pretends not to see him although he's certain that he must have seen him here. His anger rose the moment the Guy sat close to him. At this moment Bright couldn't help himself as he felt like punching his nose. "Are you a newbie? What's your name? Wade and Owen, who finds him attractive to be their friend, shrugged at him as he smiled. "I'm Brandon. What about you guys? Wad

Alannah countered, refusing to break their eye contact. Instead of anger, he gave a sheepish smile. The almost unguarded expression on his face sent her heart into overdrive. Wow, he was stunning when he didn’t look so angry. “Actually, I do have one friend… My best friend since… well, since I was a kid. Brit is my best friend and she’d have my hide if she knew anything about this. She’s amazing but I was never ready to talk to her about what happened in my shitty past.” Alannah felt the tiniest twinge of jealousy, but then she remembered that Britany was a happily married woman. Her husband was incredibly gorgeous, too, and seemed like a nice guy.

I replied quietly. Andy deflated a little, mirroring my own mood. “Oh, Bri… You would’ve been super popular in high school. You’re so hot. And smart.” I smiled at the compliments, even if I doubted them. “Thank you.” “No, thank *you*,” she said, grinning brightly. “You have me as your friend now, don’t worry.” I returned her grin and we fell back into eating, the comfortable silence settling around us. A soft ding interrupted the moment. My phone lit up on the table—Adrian’s name glowing on the screen.

He pushed away his bowl and take a gulp of his water. "Well I started now my semester, it's been 1 month and I'm like the third intelligent person in my class." She said proudly. "But you're not the first one, who is it?" "Noah, he's really smart." "Who is he?" "My childhood friend." "Oh, but is Blaze alright with you having male friends?" "I don't know." She looked away. "Be careful, he's possessive and jealous." He warned her. "Don't worry big brother." She joked.

It's quite irritating! I haven't cried for a woman since Ciara, and it's all because of Patrick, the new guy. I sighed my thoughts about him were not good. He is Patricia's twin brother, he is our new friend. I considered simply hanging out on the court and killing time. Everything fills me with rage. My best friend is someone I loathe. I'm on my own. Ciara's POV "So, what's the talk of the town?" Patrick asked as he sat down next to me and lay the meal.

She smiles at me. "Hello Isabella, it's nice to see you again" she said, looking at Vincent. "Hello Vincent" she greets. I look at him and then her with furrow brows. "You come here a lot?" I asked. He shakes his head. "She's my mom friend" he corrects. I nod. I ordered the mint chocolate ice cream and Vincent ordered the same. We left the shop and started walking down the street as we eat our ice cream. It was already getting dark. "Your brother and his friend met me today" he spilled.

“He’s really depressed, Cam. Not to mention his best friend just died a month ago.” “I’m so sorry,” I said and hugged her. I could see his pain through her. “He quit his job and hasn’t been himself since. Obviously, my parents are pissed at him and are threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t get his act together.” “F*ck them,” I said and she nodded, resting her head on my shoulder. The truth was that I really didn’t give a rat’s ass about this brother of hers who was several miles away and had been the unbearable symbol of perfection for so long, but if his pain bothered my best friend so much, then I had to hide my indifference and be there for her.

Why make it sound like I was just a stressed student instead of the girl who practically threw herself at him in his car? Inside the event, the lights are dimmed just right, casting a soft glow over everything. The music playing is one of my favorite songs. It’s slow, sultry R&B with a nice beat. What a coincidence. My phone buzzes in my clutch. I pull it out. [Shane: Do you like the music?] I look around and spot him right behind the DJ booth. He waves at me with that easy, warm smile. I text back quickly. [Me: Yes. Now stop forcing everybody to listen to boring music and change it.]

He asked as I rest my head on his back. Getting sex toys for your best friend. We were out of the court now, in the empty lobby which seems as though no soul exist here. Did Cole wait for me? I think I'm getting ahead of myself. "Being too nice" i responded biting my lower lip and I drew my head high to see his face. He was smiling and I blushed. "That's cute" he complimented jerking me up properly while I inhaled his neck. Exotic fragrance. "Why did come for me?"