Passive-aggressive Friends Novels & Stories

Letting him go with an aggressive growl, I thrust my fingers into the black crown of hair on my head and pace the room. I don't want to access the fact that I just moved at a speed Rico barely uses because... Another growl rips free from my chest, echoing in the room as my frustration climbs. "Let's stop talking about this, shall we?" I offer in a clipped tone. I'm not beyond begging this asshat to focus on the bigger problem we have just so we don't have to keep talking about the one problem that's trying to send me into a spiral of lunacy. "Unfortunately," Of course, the jerk doesn't give me the reprieve I want. What's a friend if they don't push all of your buttons and try to send you dow

Or at least not outright hostile all the time. “We’re not friends.” I agree and he winces slightly, even though I was only repeating what he already said. “But I suppose we are acquaintances who MIGHT be able to become friends. Eventually. Maybe.” Why is this so hard? It’s easier to be rude and aggressive to him than to be nice. I’m too used to being super defensive. Harrison flashes me a charming smile and another rush of heat runs through me. I can’t help but narrow my eyes. “An annoying acquaintance.” I amend. He laughs, clearly delighted.

I asked, feeling myself sobering up. "A word of advice… choose your friends more wisely. You'll be surprised what lurks behind a friendly smile. Just lately, these parts are full of them . . . smiling assassins, waiting for you to turn your back so that they can take their pound of flesh," he grimaced at the words as if they left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. Uh, trust me to stumble into the midst of an aggrieved drunkard with a grudge. "My friends, and the company I keep, are none of your concern," I spoke in their defense.

come to my condo but I don't want to, maybe we can't even relax. Aira, sitting on the sofa, faced me. It grinned at me. "Your scream is loud, Aira. Is there a microphone inside your mouth? You can shout a lot, is this your building?" I asked him irritatedly. "You're mean to me BFF, I didn't yell at you. That's just my normal voice," he promised me. "What normal voice? I'll stab your throat with that, don't do that again. You are disturbing the people in the building," I rudely told him. "Why is my BFF ugly? It's morning, are you here now?" he asked me. I just made him suffer. Who wouldn't be irritated by him? His voice is so loud, what if we have a sensitive neighbor who might be harmed and

“Because I’ve found that being friendly makes people more apt to do what you ask without delay or complaint. You catch more bees with honey, Palmer.” “Oh, that’s right. I forgot you’re the friendliest person in the world.” My voice dripped with sarcasm. “Oh, wait, no…” I leaned forward and whispered so that no one except him could hear me, “You’re damaged and hiding behind a fucking mask.” He snarled, leaning in closer. “You have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” He sat back, jaw tight as he focused back on the screen, his demeanor ending all conversation.

She added. Helga was speechless. How could this friend be so full of herself too? She hates L because she thinks he is arrogant. But Patrice, herself, is arrogant as well. Helga just couldn’t say a thing. People really hate when they find somebody tougher than them. “Have you ever tried looking on Anger Management?” Helga asked Patrice. Patrice nodded. “I used that a while ago.” She said. Helga looked at her with narrowed eyes. “What do you mean?” She asked.

“Don’t get all passive-aggressive because I called you out.” “I’m not being passive-aggressive. I’m removing myself from a conversation that’s clearly going nowhere.” “Lily, come on. I didn’t mean it like that.” “Yes, you did. And you know what? Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am miserable. But at least I’m not lying to my friends about where I’m going and who I’m with.” Naomi’s face flushed. “I’m not lying….It’s because you’re acting like my mother instead of my friend!”

I said, as we walked through the door. “That’s not bad either.” Tray said. We got into the car, and drove back to the company. “What does it mean when a girl says she’s possessive with her male friends?” “Some girls are like that.” He replied, typing something on his phone. “Oh really? Let’s say she sees the friend kissing a girl, then becomes cold to everyone all throughout the day, snapping and glowering; being in a foul mood.” “Whoa, that’s not friendship on her part.”

She hadn't wanted to come off as a heartless bitch so she resorted to the passive-aggressive way. Every chance she got, she glared at Emilia, hoping she'd get the hint that she wasn't welcome in their little circle. But Emilia hadn't gotten the message. She tried to befriend her and in no time Thea was changing her opinion of her. She was kind, beautiful, fun and the first woman to ever want to be her friend.

I ranted. Stupid broccoli! She makes me so damn mad! How can my brother even like her?! I just can’t stand her! “What friends are you referring to? Huh? The ones who ran over to me and Ry the first time we offered our friendship?” She smirked. “What?” I frowned but then I saw Paige walking by my side. God no! I can’t even… Please no! “Hey, guys! What are we talking about?” Paige chirped with extra cheeriness in her voice.