#Chapter104
A best friend?
A best friend can know your weaknesses. They can know your strongest and weakest points. They know your favorite things. Foods. Styles. Music. Color. They know what to do or say to cheer you up.
Except Jess.
Instead, she knows what to do or say to make me want to bury her in the darkest pit.
/"I will murder you./" I glowered.
A blast of air played around me, fondling my thick cardigan and jean covered limbs. Old dry leaves swirled around as the wind whistled past my ears.
My eyes narrowed in on the massive building with the words 'Avalanche fitness' printed in strong and alluring lettering.
/"Oh, come on./" Jess stuffed the car keys deep into her pockets. She made sure I was not going anywhere.
/"I thought I destroyed that card?/" I heaved.
/"You did./" She beamed. /"But....I took a picture before you ripped it up./"
/"Jess-/"
