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, Irene chuckled; best friend? “ What kind of best friend sleeps with her friend's fiancé?” she yelled at the top of her lungs. Alex was lost for words at the moment. Her alcohol intake was a torture to his mindset. It'll be hard to win her over. Does she even feel a spark for him at all?.

Cindy Chase was my best friend and my college roommate. She claimed to be my closest friend but often threw me under the bus for things that were her own fault. When I got a call from her husband, Shaun Cross, my first instinct was to touch my ribs—I was still alive! What a blessing.

the enemy of my enemy is my friend". Sheena was hurt at what happened to her lover and sought revenge. I, on the other hand just wanted to cut off a weed. “I'll do my best“ “Then hurt that fucker for me“

she muttered empathizing of the fake and School nerd. "Are you my friend or my enemy?" I questioned looking at how she was fixing her lipstick, she looked taken aback by the question "I am both, I used to be your friend Best Friend actually, but when you started dating my crush.... My axel I became both your best friend and enemy" "How can you both that?" I questioned. She thought for a while before she responds "i will always be here as your bestie, but when it's concerning Axel, I am your enemy" she declared turning back to fixing her lipstick.

She's my best friend's sister, but that doesn't change how I feel. But, I don't deserve her. She deserves someone better. Someone who is not a piece of shit.

I couldn't hold back anymore she can't claim she's the better one amongst the both of us neither of us are better. "Really is that what you think?, I was kidnapped and saved by him and all you can think of is he isn't good for me?" She yelled this isn't the first time I'm having a fight with my best friend but I'm sure this is going to be more than just a fight I really hope it doesn't get to that point.

Who in their right senses abandons a pregnant woman? The joy of finally finding her warred the guilt. This was Mirabel’s best friend. The girl she called her sister. The one who’d helped her through exams, late nights, everything. If Mirabel found out… if she knew we’d ever met and had that kind of an encounter, she’d be disappointed in me.

ELLE Rule number one: Best friends don't keep secrets from each other. Rule number two: Best friends come first before anyone else. Rule number three: Best friends must always have each other’s backs. Rule number four: Best friends must attend important events together. Rule number five: Best friends will not ditch each other for popularity. Rule number six: Your best friend's brother is your brother, not your lover. Rule number seven: Best friends must celebrate birthdays together — always. Rule number eight: You must support your best friend's dreams and ambitions. Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what.

Even though she hasn't seen him in a very long time, it means a lot to me that she's never forgotten him. My two best friends gave me my third best friend. Kyra is the greatest part of her parents combined. She's got Aiden's philosophical, I-want-to-fix-everyone outlook and Elara happy, free, no-bullshit spirit. Lately, I've been wondering how she sees me. Now that she's older, I'm sure I don't come off as the hero who wipes tears and brings home bunnies like when she was little, and I kinda miss that. It was a cool feeling to have this little person view me as the one that made everything better for them.

“Or you don’t find Professor Davenport attractive?” I don’t answer. She doesn’t need more ammunition. She leans in slightly. “Even if you did, you don’t stand a chance. I mean… despite being best friends with his sister and your mom working for his mom for years, he doesn’t even see you, Elena.” She shrugs, all fake sympathy. “He’s never going to be interested in you, Elena. So I guess I beat you at this one before it even started.” Her words land like little needles, making a chill haze run down my spine. I take a deep breath, my fingers tightening around my fork.