Passive-aggressive Friends Novels & Stories

I turned my gaze on him, keeping up the same apathy. “I’ve got an Advil in my purse. Do you want it?” I turned my look away and ignored him. “Come on, we’re friends. Unburden all your earthly troubles.” He raised his arms, making a welcoming gesture. “If you think we’re friends, then you’ve never had a friend.” His eyes slowly turned frosty, his playful demeanor disappearing. “Careful. I’m the only friend you’ve got.”

I replied, my voice laced with pure hatred and apparent irritation. Glenn spoke up, her voice cold and cutting. "You don't get to treat us like shit and then just walk away. We're your friends, Clara. Or at least, we were. We care about you, and we deserve to know what's going on with you. And you can't just walk out of here if you wanted anyway, so it's better we sit and talk." I rolled my eyes. "Friends? You guys wouldn't know what friendship is even if it hit you in the face. All you care about is gossip, parties and drama. You don't care about me or my feelings. You only care about what is in it for you."

"It's just a joke, it's not funny." I was annoyed to look at him. "Tsk, I thought we were friends now that you're like this to me!" He's annoying! He's lucky I agreed to what he wanted and then he'll do the same to me now! I think he feels very close to me like that! "Why don't friends do this anymore?" "No!" I happily answered him. "A true friend is like a brother who sympathizes!" I don't have a brother, but I feel like it's the same, maybe I'm right? Right?

Abby said. “But Abby, we aren’t together,” Nicole said. “That was the biggest part of this not working. Why would he admit to something that never happened?” “Because he wants us to be his friends again, of course.” Abby said as she stared down at her friend, “It isn’t like he has any other friends. I mean, look at him.” “He isn’t that bad,” Nicole replied. “He isn’t that good either,” Abby said. “I mean, I had to flirt with him, and he was as dry as Gabe’s mother’s cooking.”

But being my tormentor as he was , Jacob didn't gave me the slightest bit of leeway as he smoothly sent another text message making my heart vibrate alongside my phone " Were you jealous ? Was that a passive aggressive like or something because you saw a girl cuddling and kissing me ?" I know I can no longer ignore it anymore , so I just decided to roll with whatever floated in my mind " No , honest truth is that I just couldn't sleep and decided to go on a frenzied liking spree, you know the one where people might even like a pic of an ugly toad kinda spree ? " " Whatever floats your boat , Princess " he sent back at once , even though his written message I could hear his unconvinced tone "

he said and stood in front of me. " Remember what I told you yesterday about Clayton?" He asked with a serious face. " She's my only friend" I muttered, " I know...that was my doing" he said in fake sympathy. I got up from the couch, " you've already taken all my other friends away from me, now you want to take my best friend away too?" anger bubbled within me, he looked unfazed by my expression. Then I said something I never expected to say " you're a psychotic asshole", he froze.

I was desperate at the moment. "Let me think about it." He pretended to think by tapping his index finger on his chin. " Nope! " "I thought we're friends, wow you're on a bad start at being a friend." I scolded. "I'm a bad friend for not wanting to carry your heavy ass?" He asked, faking shock. " How dare you! I'm not heavy!" I spat offended. He only let out a laugh and I sucked my teeth in annoyance. Is this how it'll be to be his friend? Annoying me until all I want to do is kick him down a hill.

This was no longer a simple disagreement, it was a simmering resentment bubbling violently to the surface, rapidly escalating into a full-blown argument. My friends squared off like agitated roosters in a cockfight, with little tolerance or understanding evident between them. Both had been off since our return from the road trip, prone to snappish remarks, easily irritated, and quick to find fault. Their usually harmonious dynamic seemed to be unraveling at an alarming pace.

Ellen replied feeling smug. "First, tell me what evidence you have about the incident. A video?" Cindy scoffed irritably. "Daisy and I have been best friends for more than three years now. And you think you can come from nowhere to spill a bunch of trash to her and she will just believe you?" "Babe, you've got no evidence to back up your claim!" Cindy laughed while Ellen just stared on with a smirk. "All I have to do is tell her you are lying. Babe, she would effortlessly believe you just want to ruin our friendship and relationship. Who do you think you are? You think so highly of yourself get out!"

He looked enraged while I was calm and wondering what the hell I was supposed to do as he looked like he was expecting something. "You know what." He spoke folding his hands on his chest, "I don't want to be your friend anymore." "Why not?" I asked pondering on why the hell he would say that. "You are arrogant." "Excuse me?!" Now I am offended. "Yes! And our friendship is one-sided. I bare my soul to you and you do it but only after I try to get in your head myself, like I have to force you to talk about yourself. You hardly speak out, you do not show emotions and I do all of these. I talk about my issues and I tell you everything and when it's your turn to do it, you tell me a one out of a