Twenty days of friendship. That's all that high school senior, Quinn Reid's ex boyfriend wants and then he promises to leave her alone forever. After some initial hesitation, she agrees to be his friend in exchange for her solitude when the twenty...
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In our Sophomore year, Sam and I got matching rings with "best bitches" engraved on the inside, and I suppose that even through all our many fights and silent phases, we were still that to each other. Even when I hated her, we stayed friends and I don't know whether it was resilience on her part or stubbornness on mine, but we somehow always found our way back to each other. Call me crazy, but I think that that's something great.
Not that the thought comforts me much. I'm as shitty a friend as they come, and Sam can be extremely annoying.
Speaking of Sam being annoying, I'm currently trying to make myself as small as I can, because she's singing Anna Nalick's Catalyst at the top of her lungs while we wait for the light to change to green and the occupants of the cars that flank me are having way too much fun at her expense.
"Sam, shut up!" I hiss for the fourth time. "You're embarrassing yourself." And me.
I catch her eye roll as the light changes. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy my performance."
Despite how horrible her singing was, I laugh. "My eardrums will never be the same. Thank you."
"Should I expect you and Jessie to be fighting today or kissing?"
I slam on the brakes and we jerk forward. Acknowledging her shriek of protest, I ease up on the brake and let the car roll slowly. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Me?" She yells. "You're the one trying to get us killed."
I continue just as slowly into the school's parking lot and come to a complete stop in my usual space. "Sorry about that."
"Yeah, you should be," Sam grumbles while undoing her seatbelt. "I don't think that dying is a fair punishment for asking a valid question."
I laugh and surprise her by giving her a one-armed hug. "I don't know what the day holds, Sam."
My stomach was in knots all night because I couldn't stop thinking about Jessie and it's no better now that I'm that much closer to seeing him.
"I hope it's the latter," she says with a smile. "God knows you both need some action."
"I think we need peace more."
She keeps pace beside me, her chestnut brown hair blowing in my face for a brief second before it's up in a knot. "Eh, agree to disagree."
"Definitely disagree."
We come to a stop at her locker and I'm not surprised to see her boyfriend, Dan waiting there. He has his head in his phone and doesn't see us approach.
"Who're you texting, Danny-boy?" I ask. I can't help my satisfied smile when he jumps. I knit my brows. "Why so jumpy?"
"Leave him alone," Sam instructs while opening her locker.
