Novel & Cerita Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend

Me. Cherry looking so fucking beautiful and fuckable hot, My Cherry. I heard whistling. I groaned. I saw all my football friends whistling and hollering at our victim and the girls we were possessing. They are all in with sexy dresses like a fucking hottie slut. My best friends William, Blake, Wyatt, and Ryan are pissed off. I see their fists turning white tightly in their hands. I saw them go up to the girls, grab them, and pull them somewhere private. If I am seeing things, I saw the smirks on the girls'faces when they disappeared with my best friends. Fuck! I was just as pissed off, my hands inside my fists, turning white. She mine.

I just know that I need to get out of here. I aimlessly wander the hallway until I'm stopped by my ex-boyfriend. Who shall remain nameless. "Wow, so you're stalking me now?" He questions with a tone of disbelief and slight amusement I roll my eyes at him as I cross my arms. "Leave me alone" I say as I go to walk around him only to have him block my path "You just can't get enough of me, huh?" He questions with amusement as his eyes rake my body up and down "Sorry, babe, I'm with your best friend now," he says with a shrug

I mean my real beat friend. 2. Secondly, Apparently me and my so called boyfriend were the best and biggest bully couple St Andrews had ever seen... Ever since we started dating, it was like a power House was formed... I guess we or they believe they were so perfect that they needed to rub it in the face of every other person. Again, so unlike me but not too far from Ethan Floyd, who knew behind that bad boy exterior lied a romantic.

Stuck with my daydreaming, some lovebirds decided to wake me up and pull me back to reality. "Here comes thy gossip of the year!" Sandra Williams, my best friend ever since we were just in the bellies of our mothers, beamed and jumped at my back, forcing me to carry her. Her mate, Noah Evans, my other best friend, pulled her away from me and scolded her. The three of us have been best friends since birth, if it is not obvious already. They just recently discovered they were mates, and I am happy for both of them. They suit each other and are worthy of each other.

Some of them even came with their girlfriends or spouses—and yet, they couldn't contain their libido when a gorgeous woman was around. "Typical men," I thought to myself. I ignored the admiring gazes thrown at me, especially the heated glances from a few of the men in the room. Instead, I strolled proudly to one of the empty couches and sat down. I took my phone from my purse and dialed Nicky's number. Nicky has been my best friend since high school, and we are both proud members of the "No Boyfriend Since Birth" and "Men-Haters Anonymous" clubs. Sure, those clubs are entirely made up—but our revulsion for men? Oh, that was as genuine as it gets.

They are like trioltri and Remi is the only one who womanizes. As much as I hate to admit it I'm jealous. C'mon you can't blame me. I haven't had a boyfriend all my life talkless of getting fucked because someone would not let me and with Remi as a very hot hot best friend why wouldn't I?. All my friends have boyfriends and girlfriends. I'm the only one left

I'm afraid of confessing my feelings to him, what if he doesn't feel the same way, I don't want to lose our friendship, I rather remain his best friend than lose him forever Our friend group is made up of four boys and I'm the only girl and the closest to Jade which makes me the baby girl of the group because they all adore me, but what if I tell you that the four of them are womanizers who go after anything under skirt most especially Jade, except for one.

I stated, "Just saying, cause I can see your eyes twinkle when you talk about him. So please take your time before jumping off another cliff." "You’re crazy. I don't think I'll see him again anyway. I mean, he is a very busy person to waste his time on me. So I doubt that I will be encountering him again." "Best, you might still encounter him." I was taken aback by her statement. "He’s my boyfriends' best friend." "You’re what?" Gabby was smiling at me sweetly. "Mr. Smartass is your boyfriend. What the hell!" I was so surprised.

Matthew was Scott's best friend. He had been Scott's best friend for years before I ever had a real conversation with him, and Scott was my brother, and this was Scott's wedding weekend, and there were going to be family members and old friends arriving at this resort today, people who had known all of us for years, and somewhere among all of that I was going to have to stand in the same room as Matthew and behave as though last night had not happened.

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.