Category: My Best Frenemy

Late one night, a call came from an unknown number. It didn’t take a genius to guess it was Olivia. “Jojo… why? Why are you doing this to me? We were best friends! How could you?” Even now, she was still (interrogating) me. “What should I have done? Stayed your personal blood bag, letting you…

Things were quiet for a while, and I thought I was finally free of Olivia. But I had a feeling it wasn’t over. I didn’t plan to use my precious second chance to seek revenge on trash; I’d just wait for them to destroy themselves. Then a colleague pointed it out: I was being cyberbullied.…

Later, I told Samantha about it. Alarmed, she started digging into Olivia’s behavior during college and was left speechless with rage—Olivia had pulled similar stunts on her! “No WONDER a high-caliber beauty like me didn’t get asked out much in college! It was all Olivia’s doing! Is she insane? She targets everyone who’s nice to…

“Jojo clearly never went abroad. Why did you say she did?” Under everyone’s questioning gaze, Olivia stammered, her face flushed red, “I… I was just trying to avoid drama… Jojo didn’t get along with everyone back then, I was worried if you added her, you’d just start fighting again…” The girl from before delivered the…

I texted my team I’d be back later and followed Ryan to their private room. The door was ajar, and I could hear laughter and chatter from down the hall. Olivia and Evan’s voices were especially clear. “Thanks for looking out for Olivia back in high school, everyone!” I saw Evan stand up, raising his…

After Olivia left, Samantha took me out to lunch. “You and Olivia have issues too, don’t you?” she asked bluntly. I nodded frankly. “We do. But I wasn’t using you; I was genuinely warning you to stay away from a ‘frenemy’ like that.” Samantha smiled. “Don’t worry, I know you meant well.” Her expression turned…

The next day, I showed up at Samantha’s company with her. Officially, I was there to mediate their “misunderstanding.” In reality, I was there for the show. Seeing me with a stone-faced Samantha, Olivia’s eyes immediately welled up with tears, hovering on the brink of falling, like a delicate white camellia trembling in the wind.…

With my deliberate coldness, I didn’t speak to Olivia for a couple of weeks. Late one night, I got a tearful call from her. “Jojo… you’re the only one who’s really good to me… Samantha… she’s trying to steal Evan! What should I do?” Hiding the cold smile on my lips, I “comforted” her softly:…

This time, Olivia didn’t immediately say yes to Evan. She asked me several more times, even mentioning that she thought Evan seemed “a bit moody.” Each time, I told her: “He’s great. He’s just really in love with you.” All the logic and reasoning I’d spoon-fed her in my past life, she was now starting…

The last sound I registered was the screech of tires. Evan’s car slammed straight into me before I could even react. The heavy impact, the sickening crunch of my own bones, and then… nothingness. My consciousness drifted free of my body, hovering above the street, looking down at the mangled wreck that used to be…