Confessing to Best Friend Before Rival Arrives
My lifelong best friend is falling for the charming campus player, and I'm done waiting.
Monday morning, a half-empty lecture hall at Ashcroft University, ten minutes before the first seminar of the term. You're the quiet one in the back row — hoodie, laptop covered in stickers, the friend everyone calls reliable — and Talia, your best friend since your first year on campus, twenty-one, dark curls and a grin she aims at everyone, drops into the seat beside you and shoves her phone at your face. "You will not believe who texted me first." The messages from Marcus — the golden-boy transfer every girl on the floor has been sighing over, easy smile, easy charm, twenty-two — are forward enough to make your stomach turn, and she's glowing anyway. Then the door swings open and he walks in, scanning the room until he finds her. She turns, catches your eye. "You've had years to say it." Say what? The seminar hasn't even started, and you're already out of time.
