Novel & Cerita Quotes To A Fake Friend

“I just rather feel like hurling whenever you show me your fake respect.” “You know, bro, nobody believes we are friends. At this point, I end up not trying to make people believe. Even our colleagues think I am bluffing if I ever mention to them I was hanging out with you. To be frank, they are more likely to believe I befriended a violent lion in the zoo.” I furrowed my brows at his words. “Why? What’s wrong with me? Why can't I be befriended but a stupid lion can be?”

I have no friends, no one to talk to, and no one to check in with. So, like a sad little ghost of my past life, I spent most of the week stalking people I swore I was done with. I logged into my fake account, one I used to roll my eyes at but now cling to like a lifeline. I started with Martin and Kimberly’s pages. Nothing new. Just old photos of forced smiles and staged perfection. Typical. Then Kiara.

She took it, swallowed it in one go, and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, eyes filled with mischief as she turned to me. "You know, I don’t think I have properly introduced you guys to my sister," she said to her friends , her voice with fake sweetness as she gestured toward me. "Everyone, meet Quinn. Though calling her my sister is a bit of a stretch. You see, she’s more like an accident that never got cleaned up." Her friends burst into laughter like she had just told the joke of the century. My heart hurt.

I quivered, not knowing she was at my back already. "You don't even know how to knock again, bitch" I said, and she rolled her eyes. " Not with though my partner in crime, honestly, am I going to miss you? "I haven't had a friend all my life, but I have got one, and it won't last forever" she said faking a tear and I scoff at her silliness,

Her stare tells me that she is probably wondering what I am doing here. Her blonde friend who introduced herself as Olivia asked me if I can remember her, I looked at Shane and tilted my head. It’s best to act like I don’t remember her. I acted innocent and told Olivia that I don’t remember her. I sat beside Shane, thankful that it was the only vacant seat at the table, so she wouldn’t have a choice but to let me sit with her. I greeted Rodrick, my punk friend, and he teased me about not remembering Shane.

"I dare you." "You dare me?" He crosses his arms. "What're we, on the playground? To do what?" "To let me decide our next date." Fake date, I remind myself. "To spend the day with me, being normal." "No way." He shakes his head. I'm nearing the bottom of my tequila sour, and I'm already drunk enough to do what always made my little brother crack when I dared him to do something. "Ohhh," I tease, swigging back the rest of my drink. "It sounds like someone's being... chicken."

Then these clowns showed up and turned my peaceful drink into a comedy night. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love these assholes. In the world I live in, real friends are hard to come by. Actually, that word doesn’t even exist in the business world. Everyone you meet wants something—your money, your power, your connections. But these guys? They’re the real deal. Even if they act like morons sometimes, I’d still choose them over any of the leeches who pretend to be friends just to use you. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Niu’s name flash on the screen.

— Come, sit there with me, I have so much to tell you, my friend. She followed me to where I was and the seat next to me was already empty; she took a deep breath and sighed. — Thank you very much. she said in relief. — I need you to pretend a casual conversation between two friends right now and I know it's asking a lot but pretend to smile between one sentence and another so he doesn't get suspicious. "What if he doesn't give up?" What if you keep wanting to come after me? There was great distress in her voice, even as she faked a smile between each word.

“This online friend you keep mentioning… sounds like he really sees the real you. I wish real life felt that easy.” I froze, heart racing. “How do you know about my chats?” He smiled faintly, eyes lingering on my mouth. “Lucky guess. Get some rest. Tomorrow we start this thing for real.” My phone buzzed with one last message. MidnightMVP: Whatever hits tomorrow, I’ve got you. But tell me… what if this fake dating with the captain turns into something that feels way too real and you can’t walk away? What if it does?

It was as if they had surrendered their own thoughts and opinions, trading them in for the fleeting validation of being part of something seemingly exclusive and glamorous. I don’t want to ever become like that. I would rather have no friends than have fake friends in my life. True friendship is about so much more than superficial appearances—it is about honesty, loyalty, and genuine human connection. And it is worth far more than the fleeting adoration of a crowd. I will never confuse my fans for reals friends. Ah, the perils of social media fame. Across all my social media accounts—Instagram, F******k, and TikTok—I have a whopping 635 million followers. I could practically start my own cou