Two Faced Fake Friends Quotes Novels & Stories

She asked. "Out with my friends" I said, settling down besides Hamza stealing his popcorn. "You have friends? That's shocking." She said, raising her eyebrows. I pushed my tongue against my inner cheek and smiled tightly. "Everyone does minu darling. Oh wait you don't." I said faking sadness. Everyone knows popular people don't befriend people and that's nothing new. "What do you mean?" She seethed in anger while Hamza snickered next to me choking on his popcorn.

I bumped into the hard wall of his chest, muttering apologies, “We’re not friends, nor will we ever be. I’m not doing the mushy stuff with you. We don’t need to know each other’s soul to pretend to be mates. I’ll hold your hand, link arms when their eyes are on us. Maybe even fake a smile. Fake our love. But that’s all this is. Fake. The sooner you understand that the less disappointed you’ll be in nine months when this is all over.” A chuckle escaped my lips as I shook my head, “And here I thought I owned the title for having the most shattered soul. You, my “love”, I said with air quotes, “truly own that title. I don’t know what ever happened to you, but you can borrow my rose-colored glas

“Why did you pretend to be my friend? Why have you forced yourself on my side all these years?” “Because you’re stupid!” She retorts with a laugh and begins to dry her fake tears with a mockery expression. “You’re so stupid, and you didn’t notice... you kept thinking I was your friend and doing everything to please me. But don’t you think it was easy being by your side... Sometimes, I had to make up any excuse to have a bit of peace and get rid of you because if I stayed by your side for one more second, I’d kill myself!”

"We are supposed to be your friends. Shouldn't we be treated as such? Instead, it feels like we're just pushovers to you, people you barely acknowledge and only use when convenient, only to be discarded when you no longer need us." Thalassa's words struck a chord within Thalia, causing her brows to furrow slightly. She rolled her eyes and chuckled, looking at her friends with a mocking smile. "You guys must be joking, right?" Thalia uttered, laughter lacing her words as she witnessed the seriousness in their expressions. She sighed, unable to contain her disbelief. "I won't lie, for a second there, you almost had me fooled into believing you were serious..."

“I’m a friend.” I raise an eyebrow. That’s a good joke. He’s trying to be a clown now? He’s like one of those bad guys who gives children candies to get them to come to him. Does he think I’m a kid that he could easily manipulate? He’s so full of shit. I know that they hated each other, which gives me a hundred percent certainty that he hates me, too. Hence, nope. He’s not a friend. “Yeah? You do realize that’s exactly what people say when they shouldn’t be trusted, right?” I sarcastically said.

I answered tryna to be as calm as I can. Inside I was thinking about how we’re going to continue to be “Just Friends” which was impossible of course! There’s an old parable about that, that says “In no matter the condition, EXs can’t be «Just Friends»” (But you do realize that I invented that proverb, right? :) ) We were still holding papers in our hands, and she had that Fake Agreement in her hands. She slowly folded the paper and put it in her purse, and then she approached me, and she kissed me on the cheeks and waving at the Taxi simultaneously.

“Let's see how many can fit, my dear friend with benefits .” “What the hell!?” “Whats wrong?” I asked. “Are we still friends with benefits?!” “urmmmm” “Really you've got to be kidding me, do you have some sort of bipolar disorder or something? One minute we are friends with benefits while being a fake couple and the second minute you think we are dating like a real couple and you're getting pissed.”

So Lucia saying she was my friend was unexpected and filled me with a strange warmth. “Fine,” I said, still putting on a front. “Let’s say you’re my friends, so what?” “Since I'm your friend, I would speak freely–” I snorted. “Not like you haven't.” “–and I can freely say you’re really foolish.” I tried hard not to pout. “You already said that.” “But I didn't add the ‘really.’ Since I didn't add that, you can't know how foolish you are.” “Not like it makes a difference.”

“You only told him what he wanted to hear, because I acted like it. But you know nothing, nothing about the real me. So stop acting like my friend, and piss of.” --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---- ---

Adam scoffed, "I didn't trust any." "What about childhood friends?" Adam paused for a bit. "Distance thinned our bond when I was barely six." When he saw that he didn't tell her what she needed to hear, he added. "I will not advise you to trust anyone." Except me. He almost put in. "Most best friends end up being two-faced, betrayers, slanderers, and all that stuff." He sliced the apple into six halves and handed the plate to Gianna. "Or will you prefer I feed you?"