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Why do they keep targeting me like this? Pleased with my submission, King gestures for Niko to help me up. "Good girl." I want to tell him to go fuck him himself, but just as the words start to form on my lips, I hear Ashley's voice. my head snaps in her direction. "There you are! Oh my god, Alyssa. We were looking for you!" My best friend comes running down the hall towards us, her face a blend of relief and worry. I sigh in relief that she didn't see me on my knees for them. "Ew, what are you doing here with them?"

Hannah's voice was soft, tinged with concern. I turned slowly, my heart doing an uncomfortable flip. There stood Hannah, my best friend, the one I’d betrayed. The guilt surged anew, threatening to choke me. I tried to force a smile, hoping that it didn't show up quite as strained on my face as it felt. "Hey, Hannah. Didn't hear you come in." Hannah took a few steps closer, her brow furrowed in concern. "I called your name a few times. You seemed lost in thought. Is everything all right?"

he asked accusatorily. I nodded and wordlessly headed into the kitchen. "You shouldn't put your best friend down as 'Babe' on your phone. It's inappropriate," he chided. I glanced at him and sputtered. I wondered where he got the nerve to lecture me about inappropriate behavior when he and Phoebe were up to far worse. I wanted to retort, but Phoebe interjected, "I'd like to buy you both a meal to make up for taking up your quality time together. How about it?"

I'm afraid of confessing my feelings to him, what if he doesn't feel the same way, I don't want to lose our friendship, I rather remain his best friend than lose him forever Our friend group is made up of four boys and I'm the only girl and the closest to Jade which makes me the baby girl of the group because they all adore me, but what if I tell you that the four of them are womanizers who go after anything under skirt most especially Jade, except for one.

"If it's urgent, I can tell him to head back now." A single tear slid down my cheek. I had never felt so pathetic. So I laughed lightly and said, half-jokingly, "So you're the important client Zachary's been entertaining? I had no idea you were in that kind of business." There was a beat of silence. Just two seconds. Then Ethan laughed again. "Come on, I was just trying my luck in different fields. What kind of 'important client' am I?" Such a loyal and dedicated best friend through and through. But I was done playing along.

The moment my feet stepped out of the building into the cool air, a loud voice instantly called out my name from across the courtyard. "Hey, baby carrot!" Fuck. I turned around quickly, my eyes widening as I spotted my friends. Erica and Mike were jogging across the concrete to meet me. To be completely honest, those two possessed an almost insane amount of patience. I had been completely distant from them....I always was, yet they never ceased to worry about me. For someone who was experiencing actual, real friends for the first time in his life, their constant intrusion sometimes felt like a deep discomfort I had to forcibly adjust to. I didn't know if thinking that way really made me a ba

He wouldn't like to tempt fate anymore for further escalating oddities to befall him. "But we just bonded. Let us talk a little bit more and get to know each other better, my friend." Quickstep said to Meric. What do true friends do? They talk and listen to each other. Every pain and worry must be shared. Quickstep planned to do just that with his real friend, Meric.

If women just thought that every man was dumb, they wouldn't hold it against us so much. “Sorry. I have two left feet on the dance floor, besides there are four of you and only one of me.” Her smile dropped quickly and she turned to walk back the way she came with her friends. All of them left me alone and I tried hard not to laugh at how easy that was. I took my sweet ass time getting my gear together in my bag.

I send an apologetic smile my friend’s way, leaning against his arm and placing my head on his shoulder. “Sorry, Liam. If it makes you feel better, I only have socks on.” Apologizing to my friend, I hold up my sneakers and watch as his eyes widen before he looks down at my feet, my toes wiggling to emphasize my statement as he starts laughing uncontrollably. “Let me guess, you stated a non-princess thing and she was about to lecture you?” He asks, his laughter dying down. “Yep.” I nod, watching his lips curl in amusement.

Sometimes in life, you can add one and one together and end up with thirty-two. I looked at my best friend. She was chewing her thumbnail, staring at the wall. Her eyes were a little glossy, and in them, I saw a slither of fear. “Day? Are you getting cold feet?” She dropped her hand. “Yes. No. I don’t know.” I tucked my feet beneath me.