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*tris's pov*
I hated myself for feeling like this for my best friend.

I remembered the last time that I felt love and it broke me so bad. I didn't wanted it to be the same as Anastasia, I still hated myself for loving her.

Bradley made me promise that I wouldn't break our friendship, so I couldn't say anything about it either.

I had no idea about how to stay friends with a boy that I was deeply in love with though.

I would do anything to protect our friendship. I knew that he didn't liked me anyway, he was dating Gracey after all.

At least I already knew that 'if I loved someone so deeply it doesn't means that they will love me back' I learned that so well thanks to Anastasia so I didn't really had high hopes or anything.

I found myself becoming jealous thinking about Gracey and him.

"So who wants to go to a bar?" Connor asked. "Me!" James and Brad said.

I couldn't come though. I was afraid of getting drunk and telling Brad my feelings. "Not me" I sadly answered. "No we are not having that" Connor responded.

"You are coming with us, even if you don't want to" James insisted, while Bradley was just staring at me. I was wondering what he was thinking about.

"No, I will just stay here." I tried to convince them. "You are coming with us! Today is the day that we became best friends and that needs a celebration." Bradley finally said.

Yeah 'best friends' I thought but I had no strength to decline it any longer, "Fine, I am coming. Just please don't let me get drunk" I responded. "Why? You always love getting drunk." Connor laughed.