She My Best Friend Yeah We Not A Couple Novels & Stories

Clark brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle and reassuring. “We’re in this together, babe. No one can come between us,” he assures me, and I believe him. Our bond is unbreakable, forged through years of shared experiences, laughter, and even tears. I lean into him, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

With that, I looped my arm around Gerald's waist and Trevor halted his steps instantly. Surprise flared in Gerald's eyes as I placed my legs between his thighs and leaned against him, silently willing him to go out for a long pass. "Now that it has gotten to this point, I don't have to hide the fact that I'm also sleeping with my best friend. Now, let's get the rejection over and done with!" Claudia let out a peal of unhinged laughter. "You're sleeping with your janitor best friend? How low can you stoop, Beth?"

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

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 walked over to his chair while he continued packing his books into his bag, and I hung my bag on my shoulder while I caught up with the door. As expected, Cassie was there. She rushed me as fast as she could. “Tell me about it already. Was it successful or not?” “You need to calm down—” I said with my teeth as I grabbed her with me. “You're going to make him uncomfortable if he hears you.” We rushed down the hallway, and when we reached the school compound, I let her go. “Tell me about it, Elle Bennett.” “I have a boyfriend.” “Yes! Yes!” My friend cried, hugging me. “You're never going to regret this.” Well, what if I did?

“And what was that outside?” I frowned. “What?” She tilted her head slightly, like she was replaying what she saw. “Don’t act clueless. You and your straight out of a magazine boyfriend who's not your boyfriend but best friend” I let out a small breath. “For the last time, the whole introduction isn't needed and a simple best friend is fine. And we talked.” She hummed, not convinced, her gaze still fixed on me. “You call that talking?” I gave her a look. “What else would it be?”

I stared at the screen not paying it much attention. Instead, my mind was hyper-focused on what had just happened. Was I reading into this too much? Probably. Zack was a very loyal guy so it was probably just a friendly peck on the head. Yeah, that's what it was, a friendly kiss on the head given to me by my best and only friend. My best friend, damn my life. You can say that again.

“Not him?” She lets out a soft giggle. “Trust me. Not him. He’s one of my best friends, but no. There’s nothing between us.” It’s as if a light bulb goes off over her head. “Oh, no. Best friends. Kimbra is also my best friend. Have you? Her? Duncan? What are we going to do?”

"I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?" I rolled my eyes, grabbed my phone, and headed for my bedroom. "It’s a best-friends-for-life thing, mother. I could never outgrow him." "Don’t tell me you two are already having sex?" I grimaced instantly. "Ew, gross, why would you even think that?" "Come on, you are both adults. Everyone knows males and females can't stay that intertwined forever. Either you like him, he likes you, or — worst of all — you are copulating."

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han