"You think we can be friends?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I giggled awkwardly. "Of course." "Bella." He took a long drag of his cigarette, his eyebrows carving in as the smoke filled his lungs. His eyes met mine again, a smirk tugging on his lips. His head shook subtly as he said, "we're not gonna be fucking friends, alright?" ___ Why do we do these things to ourselves?All Rights Reserved