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My Best Friends, My Worst Enemies

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 974    |    Released on: 30/05/2025

yes sparkling with a manufactured excit

the internship! We need a plan for

on snapping to Chloe like a magnet to s

fter, "Yeah, Chloe. W

stant, blatant display that they thought I wa

st life,

was just

huddle. "Don't worry, Ava. We'll make sure you have the be

faintly of the mint

to be comforting,

t smile. "Thanks, Liam.

a bitter tas

appointment he and Noah had helped orches

ged play, and I was the unwilling audi

ater, the cha

a nauseating repeat of an event from my first life,

Golden Gate Bridge a dramatic b

ized bouquets of lilies – my supposed favorit

a look of profound adoration that I knew was utterly false. "We've

loe-approved prop. "What Liam is trying to say, Ava, is that... we both lov

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e building to their crescendo of fe

Noa

quick, almost imp

his phone. His

shing instantly. "It's Chloe. She says her car

p. "Bayview? At this

atic S.O.S.

e sweeping the parking lot. "We g

"Yeah, let's go. Ava, we ar

not for abandoning me mid-confession

am's SUV, the forgotten lilies

" Liam shouted o

t of the parking lot,

hadows, painting the beach

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up the bouquet

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ulled out

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confirmation e

ah, and Chloe on my pho

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the vastness of the landscap

gated trails, and relie

liber

led up to my ho

oah's vintage convertible pa

y porch steps, looking

he saw me. "Ava! Oh my god

ace etched with worry. "We were

and frantic explanations about how they'd been

ed echo of a c

just announced their divor

in our old treehouse

ere, hours later, their faces

being there, two small boys promising thei

comfort, now felt li

was a performance, jus

bout me. They'd been worri

devoid of the emotion they clearly e

ady messy hair. "Backpacking? Al

some space," I replied,

"from you" hu

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“The last thing I remembered was Chloe's voice, sharp and gleeful, slicing through the haze of my headache: "They never loved you, Ava. Not Liam, not Noah. It was always me." Her words were a hammer blow, each one a nail in the coffin of my life, a searing supernova of agony that exploded behind my eyes before everything faded to black. I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my childhood bed, my unlined hands proof of a terrifying truth: I was back, the calendar on my desk screaming September 5th, senior year, before the nightmare truly began. The reel of my first life rewound in fast-forward: Stanford, the calculated betrayals by Liam and Noah, Chloe's venomous strings, the engineered vasectomies, my promising career systematically destroyed, and the aneurysm that ended it all. This was impossible, a future I'd already lived, a death I'd already died, yet the worn duvet felt real, the scent of my mother's pancakes too vibrant-a second chance, if I dared to seize it, to change everything. My fingers flew across the keyboard, deleting Stanford from my early college applications and replacing it with MIT-my true dream, the one they had ruthlessly crushed. Just then, the doorbell rang, and through the frosted glass, I saw them: Liam Walker, Noah Chen, and Chloe Jenkins, the architects of my past ruin, their bright smiles and feigned innocence an instant surge of cold dread.”