Novel & Cerita Too Friendly

I often wondered why Zack and I became friends. That thought would lead me to wonder how we stayed friends for so long. Sure we were similar, but we were also very very different. Zack was naturally charming and well-liked, he was a huge fan of tomatoes and pickles on the other hand I was an awkward, unfriendly people-hating tomato avoiding, pickle despising person. It didn't take someone with two brain cells to see how different we are yet we've been friends since the very beginning of time. I'm convinced we were friends in a past life as well.

I cross my arms and lean on the seat like a boss. Tristian chuckles, "Oh come on, don't be such a party pooper, Barbie doll. Don't you like to make new friends? Or is something annoying you?" His eyes scrutinize me to which my crossed arms loosen and I blink. "We're not unfriendly people. But you both just don't fit into the category of being friends according to us. Especially him." Tessa shoots a deadly glare at Peter whose face droops like a sad puppy. I feel like patting Tessa's shoulder. My girl is turning out to be feisty!

"Is their family that dangerous?" Frank grabbed her fingers. His lips formed a little curve. "Yes, but you don't need to worry. With proper anticipation, nothing bad could happen." "Do we need to meet them? Maybe with a warm conversation, they won't think of us as opponents." A faint shake of Frank’s head replied her suggestion. "They don't know the word warm, Kara. Yes, they sound friendly and welcoming, but the truth is ...." Frank pursed his lips. "It's just an act. They never consider others as friends. They only consider business partners as tools that bring profit. Only people with the last name Moore they really appreciate."

boys should be flocking to her. Oh boy. "It would be nice to have a guy as a friend," I admit, stressing the word 'friend.'

“Since the boutique. If I have done something to upset you, or if you and your friends need space from me. I will oblige. I just wanted to hear it from you.” Her directness was shocking, and I looked at her, elegant, sharp and always observing. I had been wary, but not unkindly. she deserved an honest answer. “It is not like that, Wanni,” I said with a huge sigh. “You have not upset me. It is just….you are Baron’s friend. And you are trying to be my friend. In our world, that is a complicated place to stand. You seem neutral. And in pack life, we do. It trust neural people. Everyone has a side.”

Tamara just sighs and takes a sip of her juice. "Wow! Damn girl. I like your attitude and take it from me I don't like that in alot of people," I say smiling at her. She laughs, "Thanks. You're cool too. You have got to show me how you made her shut up and walk away," she says. "Sure, like they say the enemy of my enemy is my friend." I smirk. "Does this mean were friends?" She asks smug. "Hmmm. I'll consider it. But just so you know I'm really crazy and not hell bent on rules. So being my friend is gonna be fucking hard. You up for that?" I ask brows raised.

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She was so damn sensual and so damn unaware of it. "By the way," said Theo, grinning from ear to ear, "welcome to the pack, Freya." She snorted. "You might not be saying that when Jake appears on your territory." "Are you kidding? We're looking forward to it." "Yeah, we have to thank you for bringing a bit of life to things around here," agreed Friendly as he leaned back in his chair – or Victor, as he had introduced himself on the drive here. Although he didn't seem any more accepting of her than the others did, he wasn't trying to avoid her as most of the others were. They acted as though she was a plague.

Finally, I blurted, "We're friends." "Right," Troy added. "Friends." His smirk turned into a half scowl, but it wasn't like he'd asked me to be his girlfriend. He pretty much made it clear I was too terrifying to exist, so "friends" was a good place to start. Didn't change the fact that he was as handsome as ever in his standard jeans and a dark green tee shirt, the short sleeves tight against his biceps. Rayne pressed her teeth together. "Sure, if that's what you want to call it."

He said, bluntly, then turned his stare away from her face. "So, Logan huh?" Becky too knew it wasn't working out. "Fuck!" She lowered her head and whispered under her breath as she got no reply from him. But he heard her. "Fuck?" He asked with bright eyes—they were definitely blue. "Oh, nothing. It's just," she said, then bursted out like the parrot that she was. "I'm like here on my own even though it's my birthday, because my stupid friend couldn't make it—she had a date at Paris with her new boo—and I was just hoping I could have at least some fun--"