My Step-Uncle's Plaything
She even smiled, hopeful, annoying, and cute all at once.
I shook my head in disbelief.
“Seriously? If you want to be slim and fit, do it for yourself. Not because of what someone else wants, especially not a guy who barely looks in your direction.”
She raised a brow. “Tell me… are you even my friend?”
“I’m telling you this exactly because I’m your friend.” Her expression shifted, as if she had more to say, but then she didn’t.
She and I… we’re best friends. And we’re honest with each other, brutally honest if needed. We say things even if they sting because it opens our eyes, just like now.