The Friend Zone By Abby Jimenez Novels & Stories

On my wedding day, I had just stepped onto the aisle when a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. "Take it all off, and she's got a body on her! Look at her face, like she's enjoying it!" I turned toward the voices and saw my ex-husband's photos of me blown up across the giant screen. They kept changing, one after another, explicit and impossible to ignore. All around the room, phones were already coming up as people started taking pictures. My hands began to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother collapse. Behind Leon Coleman, Allison Fleming slapped her thigh and raised her voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh, wow. Leon showed these to the guys yesterda

I was hyper aware of how much my shirt was clinging to my skin and how much I wanted to shred it off. Yet, once again, something was wrong with the picture in front of me. A quiet neighborhood sat eerily still aside from the breeze rustling leaves in the plants here and there. As I stood at the opening to my best friend's yard, a thought flashed in my brain of his mother repeatedly warning us to keep her gate closed to keep out the neighborhood dogs as they tended to dig up her freshly planted garden center spoils. As I stood there, the gate unlatched and slightly open, the pull of emotions tugged me forward. With steely resolution, I stepped into the yard and clicked the gate locked behind

If they did, they’d probably run in the opposite direction, not admire her. Sara turned to Abby, her voice trembling with eagerness, “U-um…will you have lunch with me?” My shock deepened as I witnessed how desperately Sara wanted to be friends with Abby. At that moment, it became painfully clear to me: no one wanted to associate with me because I was considered the pack’s jinx, while Abby was the shining star. The painful memory stung even now. I had put so much effort into trying to make a friend, while Abby seemed to effortlessly draw everyone to her. I recalled the countless nights I had spent crying myself to sleep, wondering what was so wrong with me.

Abby sensed, before we entered my house, bumping into my mother sitting on the couch; She ate ice cream and watched her favorite soap opera. "How did it go? They had fun?" I exchanged glances with Abby, forced a smile, “You have no idea how much.” “At your age I went to see strippers,” she smiled mischievously, stirring my gastric juices, “in fact, my first boyfriend was one.” “Unnecessary information for my life.” my friend commented uncomfortably. I brought my hand up to his neck and moved it from side to side, indicating that we had enough, “Don't continue.”

The kind that you present to your parents, that she would get along with your friends, that she is not afraid of a little adversity. “I still can't believe you were in the friend zone. - I denied incredulous. She shrugged and answered, “I was the girl who bought beer for my brother's friends, we watched boxing matches, I didn't need a man to jack or replace a flat tire. Guys like that damsel in distress thing. You can be very pretty,” she pointed to herself, “but if you're that independent, men run away from you like the plague and X you out , leaving you in the friend zone. She —she made a face and added—: not to mention that it bothers them that a woman has a brain and she can debate with

Mallory tightly grabbed Abigail. Her grip was so strong that Abigail's arm felt painful. She said, "Abigail, will you stop being friends with me because I slept with Xander?" Abigail looked at Mallory. She actually felt that Mallory really wanted to be friends with her. But Abigail could not accept being friends with someone who shared different values with her. She responded, "Ms. Guzman, we were never friends..."

I sent a quick text to Damian, my fingers flying over the touchscreen. Ishtar: Hi. I have a friend of mine dropping by the house today. She might stay the night. Is that okay with you? I waited eagerly for his response, hoping he wouldn't mind the unexpected company. Abby's arrival felt like a delightful surprise, and I was eager to introduce her to the man who had been occupying my thoughts and stirring my heart. The minutes passed slowly, each second feeling like an eternity as I waited for Damian's reply. My thoughts raced, imagining what it would be like to see Abby and Damian together, to have the two people who held such significance in my life meet.

She might get lucky and we might end up as friends if she maintained her relationship with me. "So will you take me shopping?" She suddenly asked. Shopping? As what? As her baby daddy? What kind of? "As what?" I asked. A nervous smile appeared on her lips. "What do you mean as what? Are we a thing yet?" "Of course not. We are definitely not. We are just friends. Let us just maintain the friendship level. No one gets past the friend zone with me. We are 'just' friends, Anita." I told her by emphasizing the 'just' there.

She forgives me and accepts me as a friend despite what I did. But over the last few days, I've been having these not-so-friendly thoughts. Yes, I am now friends with Nova and Aubrey as well. They're all beautiful and fabulous, but every time I see Zoey, the simple, nerdy, gorgeous, and mysterious Zoey, my heart skips a beat.

Within the hour, I was trending everywhere as the infamous "Fake Best Friend" The Internet wanted to tear me apart. Everyone claimed I had been jealous of Elise and deliberately tricked her into eating poisonous mushrooms out of spite. I contacted Elise on WhatsApp and demanded she explain herself publicly. Instead, she blocked me immediately and started livestreaming online. The poisoned classmates were there with her. Elise wept into the camera. "It's all my fault for trusting the wrong person. She told me poisonous mushrooms could let us see the answers to the SAT. I trusted her because I thought she was my best friend. I never imagined she was lying to me.