The Friend Zone By Abby Jimenez นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Abby POV I woke up this morning feeling amazing. Slightly embarrassed because I think I fell asleep on Damien. I mean like, literally, ON him. Oh well, he will probably want to get used to that. I have that habit of falling asleep when I get too comfortable. And he is very comfortable. My very own HUGE teddy bear. Yara purrs, "I can think of so many better things we could do on him." I roll my eyes, "Shut it, horn dog. I don't need any visuals. You got me in enough trouble last night." She shrugs, "What? I'm just trying to do what we naturally do. You're the one who is being weird." I explained again, "I'm being cautious. Neither of us would survive it if we got hurt again. You know that." S

I cannot believe I had feelings for that asshole. A mere few hours ago, at that. Am I stupid for reading too much into last night? We talked. We bonded. We felt like friends, and for once I thought Jim looked at me like I was more than just Jacob’s little sister, who he puts up with solely out of loyalty to his friend. “Alyson!” Rose squeals, walking through the foyer with open arms. “Thank you again so much for helping today!”

She dusted her hands and walked away from the garden. “Abi,” Zita called out as she placed the water can back on the bench and hurried after her, “Please, tell me. Remember, we are friends for life.” ‘Friend for life.’ Abigail snorted within herself, but did not respond. It was so easy to get along with Zita. They could chat, make funny girl’s joke, and sometimes get into a Fight. But that was it. They get along easily as though they were bound together by blood. She bit down the bile that was threatened to resurface.

“You had a reason for saying no. He's obviously put you through something so bad that you don't feel like you can help him anymore. That's okay, Sandy. He can't keep taking without giving you something back.” She nodded. “You're right. Everything he's put me through....” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I won't do it anymore. I won't be a doormat.” I stroked her hair because I didn't know what to say. “I was five when I met Abby. She was my first friend in kindergarten. We went through school together, right up until high school,” she said suddenly, breaking the silence between us. “You don't have to-”

"Sure." While Zoe, Peter, and Cam stood in line, I searched the room. In one of the corners, there was a round table with a lone person sitting at it. Her nose was in a book, while an untouched sandwich and water bottle sat in front. I knew instantly it was Abby and hurried over. "Hey Abby." "Jack," she said, closing her book without marking it. "Mind if me and a few friends sit with you?" She immediately closed herself off. "Who are these friends?"

But pain sat heavily in my chest, refusing to be ignored. I felt a gentle touch on my arm. I turned to find Lily standing there, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. I know I'm late," she murmured, her voice weighted with regret. It trembled with the same vulnerability I'd sensed in everyone present, a thought that flickered briefly in both our minds but found no anchor in the present. Brushing away the tremor in her voice, I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay, I understand," I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship.

I answered her before getting some popcorn from the bowl that Lizzy was holding. "Even so. I've never spoken to Jace like that ever since we got separated when we were kids." She dramatically sighed while chewing popcorn. "It's not like you were together," I said to annoy her even more. "You're making fun of me." Lizzy had a death stare towards me. "What? I'm spitting facts, though," I told her. "But you know what?" She pressed her lips together and looked at me. "I'm very happy to find a new friend. I never had another friend after Abbie passed away. People in Mirfield think I'm a nerd and a nerd doesn't deserve to have friends."

But Zahra is my best friends little sister, yet there’s a connection- primal yet comforting, attraction that feels essential in a way I'm still trying to understand. As I mull over these thoughts, the dynamic shifts with the arrival of Zahra and her friends. We all tactfully ignore their red, puffy eyes—it's clear they've been shedding some tears. Once they settle in with us, the conversation gradually picks up, and to my relief, I find Zahra’s friends are both engaging and kind-hearted. Sienna, clearly the more extroverted due to her warrior lineage, exudes a certain confidence. Abby, on the other hand, seems quieter, a reflection of her omega heritage, but her longstanding friendship with

" I didn't raise my voice, but my words were hammers, striking straight at their hearts. They were left speechless. In the end, they were escorted out by security. The day I was discharged, Caleb came to pick me up. He opened the car door for me. The afternoon sun warmed my face. It also bathed my right hand, now free of the brace but scarred with an ugly, winding mark. I raised my hand and looked at the scar. In my eyes, there was no pain but the calm and sharp edge of someone who had been tempered by hardship. Meanwhile, inside the high walls of a dim prison cell, Katie, in her prison uniform, scribbled wildly on the walls.