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I shake my head and stand on tippy toes to peck his cheek

“It’s not you, it’s Suzanna, and she’s pretty pissed,” Ithe obvious

“And…” I continue, letting a finger drift fro down his front “…I think you ood entrance,” I tell hi at the memory

Making hi down to breakfast

“It is h,” he says “Your friend there’s had it in for ured out just how crazy I am about you”

I sigh heavily, not wanting Suzanna to ruin what’s only started, but also not wanting to trouble Michael with my petty problems either

“What can I do?” I ask absently

What can I do?

Chapter Fourteen

Michael

I can handle Suzanna’s frosty reception

Nowhere is it written that we have to like everyone we ht not take a shine to so as I am

I usually get the stink eye froe

Natasha’s age

It’s hard for e as her friend Natasha’s so… mature by comparison

I can’t help but think what I’d do if the tables were turned and it was Natasha who hated me the way her friend does

What would I have done if I’d met her and she didn’t like me?

I stop the thought before it evolves into so else

That kind of thinking is dangerous and has no place in my mind next to Natasha

“I think we should have our breakfast and leave her be for now,” I suggest Hearing ht of food

It sounds pretty unhelpful really, but I don’t feel like I should be telling Natasha how to handle her relationship with her best friend

They’ve known each other their whole lives from what she’s told me She’d know more about what to do with her friend than I would

My advice appeals to Natasha though, and she even thanks ain, which I don’t mind at all

But I can’t help feeling a little annoyedout of her way to show her disapproval