Book 4 of the 'Love Unkown' Series
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"But 'Just Friends' don't look at each other like this."
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When two unlikely friends, Margot Rose Jackson and Kenji Reid Mishra, find themselves growing closer, they must decide whether to stick with the c...
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It's been a few days and starting to regret getting this stupid tattoo.
Every time I look at it I'm reminded that Kenji and I aren't on speaking terms.
I genuinely feel bad but I just don't know what to say at this point. I find out that my friend has had a long-time crush on me.
What the hell do I do now?
He hasn't even talked to me. But I can't say that I've made the effort to reach out to him. We never fight and when we do, it's minor and only lasts a few hours.
He's always the one to apologize first, he never lets me go to sleep without fixing things first.
That's how I know, this is bad.
I take a deep breath before getting out of my car and walking to the door.
Dad wanted me to stop by. I'm not sure why but I haven't been over in a while so maybe that's why.
I knock on the door and a few minutes later, I hear his voice through the thick, dark wooden door. Seconds later he opens it. His arms are wide and his smile is wider.
"Babycakes!" he pulls me into his arms, hugging me with all of his strength. His long hair tied up in a man bun.
"Hi, Daddy." I laugh through the pain of his hug.
He finally lets me go and pulls me inside. He shuts the door behind me. "I wanted you to come over because there are, some things that we need to discuss. And I want you to know that things are getting better, so don't freak out." he says but he doesn't specify what exactly I 'shouldn't freak out' about.
I look at him, a confused expression swimming through my features.
"What do you—"
"Jason! What do I do when the chicken is done." I'm cut off when a soft yet raspy voice yells from the kitchen. My face shifts from confusion to anger. Dad's smile drops as I rush past him.
"Babycakes!" he reaches for me as I walk through the long halls. He chases after me, an apprehensive look on his face. "Margot! Don't freak out!" I know exactly who's in that kitchen.
He's done this time after time.
I walk into the kitchen. My mother stands with a heavy baking sheet in her hands. She turns at all of the commotion.
When she sees Dad's face behind me and my tensed expression, she puts the sheet down on the stove, walking toward us.
"Hi, Mari—" She reaches her hand up to my cheek but I pull away. "It's Margot. Nobody calls me that anymore." I say, my voice flat.
Her face falls.
"So you're staying with Dad again? Let me guess you've even convinced him that you can be a mother and wife again." Dad steps in.
