She My Best Friend She A Real Bad B Novels & Stories

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“Well, I’m surprised, no doubt about that. But not in a bad way.” She gives me a doubtful look. “You’re not serious. You’re just trying to be a good person because, of course, you’re a good person. And a good friend. And who am I? I’m the worst. I’m a liar. A betrayer. I mean, I betrayed you in the worst way possible. I’m like… the worst of the worst friend.” “You do realize that’s a bit dramatic, even for you.”

she said “but it was searching for you,” I said “I am also glad that I have a friend of mine here, you know I am very bad at making friends” I ai and she laughed “you are telling me that there is no one here who qualifies to be the queen’s friend,” she asked me “Well, I did find someone good enough to be my friend but it turns out that that was another bad judgment on my side. She wasn’t a very good friend because she kind of plotted to have me killed” I said and Iyana laughed

“Are you high?” She ignored me entirely. “This person said, ‘True love isn’t dead. I just watched it happen in real-time.’ And this one literally wrote, ‘This needs to be in a movie. She’s the girl. He’s the guy and I’m the best friend crying in the background.’” The comments were killing me even though I fucking don't know what the video was about. She sniffed and blinked. “I might be the best friend. For sure, I am the best friend.”

“I was never with anyone else! I love you so much, you know that! She’s just making up these awful stories because she knows how much I mean to you. She wants to ruin us, Damon! She wants to drag my name down into the dirt so she doesn't have to look like the only cheap, classless girl on this campus! Please don’t believe her... please!” She wept openly now, her shoulders shaking violently as she put on the performance of a lifetime, looking like a tragic, slandered saint. Damon looked at her pale, tear-stained face, and any slight doubt he had instantly vanished. His expression hardened into something truly monstrous as he looked back at me. He didn't see his best friend of three years anym

He says and I try to rein them in. "I'm not crying over him. I'm crying over the fact that one of my best friends went behind my back, fucked my boyfriend and neither one of them said anything. That was weeks ago, Quinn!" I cry and he shooshes me gently, running his fingers through my hair as I calm down. "You deserve better, sweetheart. A better man and better friends." He says and his words soothe my shattered heart. I hold him tighter thinking maybe, just maybe I've found both in the same person.

He said before continuing, " But... I have got a song I'll sing for her, it's titled, Best friends by Missy Elliot. " " Enjoy! " Without wasting for anyone's response, he got his guitar and began playing it for some minutes before his angelic voice rang out in the whole hall. " My best friend say She sick of me crying on the phone Tellin how the Men are dogging me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl She ain't showing me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me she'd let you go a long time ago My best friend say My best friend say

I said with a grin. “In fact, bring your phone, and let’s do a live video to prove it to them that we are friends. I love you!” Her eyes widened in excitement, and she quickly pulled out her phonef from the back of her pocket. We recorded a video together, and I made sure to declare that she was my friend. “This girl right here is my first real best friend. Anyone who hurts her is hurting me. And trust me, you don’t want to face the wrath of Chloe Hathaway. You know who I am. Also, she is not poor, if I hear that word from

--- ~You know some day I might cross the street when we were on the same side. Just to skip the how are you I'm—~ I answered the call. It's from Agatha she's my personal assistant but I considered her as my ONLY bestfriend. I'm not a friendly person, I don't need a friend I can be alone forever, afterall I'm used to it. If you're asking why I see Agatha as my bestfriend or best buddy? She's different. I know she's different, she's not fake—she's real. Unlike the others that will just stab you in the back, they're so coward they can't say what they're insecurity is in front of you so they will just stab you in the back.

She'd been talking about him nonstop for months now and I knew she was very much in love with him. God, I couldn't believe this. On one hand, I could tell her that her boyfriend was a douchebag and that we'd had sex but that would break her heart and it would be my fault on the the other hand it I decided not to say anything, I'd be letting a douchebag like Collen have his way with my best friend. I ran my hands through my wavy blonde hair and groaned in frustration as I stared at my reflection above the vanity. My eyes were puffy with all of the crying I did last night and my hair was a complete mess.