Novel & Cerita Worst Boyfriend Ever

Preston made a mocking gesture pretending to be his girlfriend and they laughed about it. It's what they do, they laughed about his girlfriends and he loved her for it. She was nothing like them, she was like a guy friend who listened and made fun of his silliness and told him what a jerk he was but still hanging out with him. But she was a girl, and he was a slut, it wasn't a good mixture particularly that night. "Is it though? Is it unhealthy?" his drunken eyes were searching for her. She tilted her shoulders and sucked on the bottle. "I think you're the best thing that ever happened to my fucked up self," he said.

She asked Jasmine who just got home. The woman was a total mess after she broke up with her boyfriend. She had been telling Jasmine that Jonas wasn’t into her but she insisted on loving the wrong guy! What kind of boyfriend wouldn’t reply to his girlfriend’s messages? What kind of a boyfriend would allow his girlfriend to go to sleep without clearing any argument? What kind of a boyfriend could ignore his girlfriend for more than two months and act as if it wasn’t a big deal? “I went to his apartment and he’s no longer there,” Jasmine cried and ruined her make-up. She regretted her decision of letting him go. He might be the worst boyfriend in the universe but she loved him so much!

That’s beautiful than the ever so lonely mornings with nothing but your alarm clock. That’s what I always suffer even after having a boyfriend for so long. Why? Because the guy who I was in relationship with almost never ever was by my side ever and was busier than the president and truthfully, I don’t want him by my side too. He was too cranky whenever I would call, too busy bootlicking and he never had a backbone. Bloody imp! Now let’s forget about that idiot and start a new one. He lost a gem, not me.

This was a disaster. He had a girlfriend. A girlfriend whose father had connections to his father, which meant their relationship wasn't just personal, it was political. A girlfriend who had already slapped me once and broken my father's necklace and was now apparently best friends with Mia.And somewhere in all of that, I had let him kiss me in a bathroom. Twice, if you counted today.Three times if you counted the first kiss I hadn't been awake for. I pulled the pillow off my face and looked at the ceiling again.I thought about Mom.

“I flew here to surprise my boyfriend of three years for his birthday. Instead I walked in on him fucking his childhood friend who’s now carrying his child. He’s been using my money to support her while I sent him every spare dollar. And right after I caught them… he still had the nerve to ask me for another twenty thousand.” A broken, hollow laugh escaped me as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. “So there. That’s why I was crying in a damn men’s restroom. Are you happy now? Do you feel better knowing how pathetic and stupid I’ve been?” His expression darkened instantly, something dangerous and fiercely protective flashing through those icy blue eyes. The air around us grew thicker, heavier.

“I’m not sad.” “You’ve been staring at that same sweater for ten minutes.” I looked down at my hands. I was holding the gray hoodie—Ethan’s hoodie, the one I’d never been able to throw away. “Old boyfriend,” I said quietly. Chloe didn’t pry. She just nodded and said, “I have one of those too. His name was Mark. He told me he loved me and then kissed my best friend at prom.” I blinked. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” She shrugged, but her eyes were soft. “It gets easier. Not all at once. But eventually.”

“Well, his company isn’t doing well. I guess it will go bankrupt soon. That’s why I dumped him. You see, only a perfect man deserves to be with me.“ “Uh-oh! I think your current boyfriend should be more careful. You’ve had a history of boyfriend’s. Your first boyfriend went bankrupt and you dumped him. Your second boyfriend got a serious ailment and you dumped him. Your third boyfriend's parents were arrested and you dumped him. It seems to me that you are bad luck, anybody who dates you falls into deep shit.” Mia smiled brightly, before pushing Eva away and walking out. “You mean, to say I’m a bane?” Eva shouted, regardless of being in a public place.

Celeste repeats, confused, "I thought we wanted to find her a boyfriend?" "Yes. But so far... and this goes for all three of you," he adds, making both my sisters look at him with wide eyes. Ha! Now they'll see what that feels like, "So far, all three of you have shown the worst taste in men known to human kind." This time I laugh out loud as my sisters complain. He's not wrong. “What?!” Queen Chloe asks, deeply offended, “What’s wrong with my boyfriend? He’s perfect.” “He’s beneath you in every way. You know I don’t like him,” he responds, giving her a flat look. I share a laugh with Celeste as Chloe starts defending her man.

I choked out, my voice trembling with a perfect mix of devastation and raw betrayal. I looked down at the screen for a split second, watching the live viewer count skyrocket past a thousand as the chat completely erupted. “Everyone… this… this is my boyfriend. How could…? How could they do this to me? So it turns out my best friend and my boyfriend have been seeing each other behind my back, playing me for a fool this whole time. It's so sad. I'm a complete idiot.” ​“What are you doing?! Amber! Cut the camera!” Karen shrieked. “Can't you see I'm naked?”

The club was alive with pounding bass and flashing lights, a perfect escape for anyone wanting to lose themselves in the rhythm. But for me, the music was just noise, and the lights only made the shadows in my mind darker. I had come here with my friends to try and forget, to drown my sorrows in a sea of strangers, but the recent betrayal was too fresh. My boyfriend—no, my ex-boyfriend—had been cheating on me. And with Nikita, my supposed best friend. The image of them together, tangled in each other in that hotel room, was seared into my mind.