My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 

I can‘t help but watch Adam walk away. Today he is 

dressed in blue jeans and a white t–shirt. He doesn‘t even try 

to look good but still does. He‘s the type of man that could 

wear anything and still look irresistible. I notice that Lizzie is 

nowhere around, and I wonder if he waited for her to leave 

to speak to me. He didn‘t try to come to me while she was 

sitting next to him and running her fingers through his hair, 

so he might have waited for her to leave first. I shake my 

head; I had to stop doing this to myself. I needed to stop 

thinking about the two of them. 

“What the hell happened between the two of you 

yesterday?” Bryan demands. Obviously, he heard every 

single thing that Adam just said to me. 

Of course, I‘m not about to tell him everything that I did 

last night. But I‘m not doing it because I‘m scared of his 

reaction; I‘m not going to answer him because it‘s none of 

his business. 

“Shouldn‘t you be next to Aria?” I ask him. “She‘s 

looking around for you right now,” I tell him. 

She had just entered the cafeteria and was indeed 

looking around for him. What would she think if she saw him 

standing right next to me? 

He follows my gaze and mumbles something under his 

breath before he makes his way towards her. 

 

what he

“I want nothing

trying to be relevant in my life.”

an ass. Shouldn‘t he be concerned about

is over there in the

argument with Adam‘s brother,

even though she was doing

of his eyes. I wish he used to

But no, he chose

me after publicly humiliating me and dumping me

worst way possible. Now he expects me to forget

be what, friends with him?

another thing coming. 

she also

cared about our friendship only after betraying my trust.

their actions are ridiculous;

back, and now that they

be hung up on the

At this point, I think both of them

for more attention.

can‘t believe that you‘ve been

He rarely ever invites anyone, only

do you think

from you? I mean, you did

and all...” 

We were still in the cafeteria, and

whisper, we were stil in the careteria, ang

loved to listen in on conversations. I didn‘t

story being told all over school.

over her mouth, “I‘m sorry.””

I grab

sure if I‘ll be able to go: you probably

and how strict they are when

They aren‘t very

like all of the elders around us.

this crazy idea that they would be the

we can see,

is

I‘ve proven that even I am a bit

or his

too believe that they take things

If I try to say anything in their favor, my parents look

as though I‘m insane. There is no

their kind. I blame the prophecies; they

even exist. I haven‘t seen a single one of those things

as

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