Crushing On My Bad Boy Billionaire Best Friend

Liam Wow to say Tate has been acting a bit weird lately is an understatement. I know she's at that age you know where girls are going through a lot and can be hormonal and have heaps to deal with, but she's started kind of getting almost jealous lately. I know we're best friends and have been since we've been five years old and I love her. Really love her like my sister. I dismiss the thought, she's having a tough time, I'm so glad I'm not a girl growing up. Being a boy is bad enough. Although I was luckky not have gone through the whole spotty teenage cycle. We're heading over to Mason's and I'm looking forward to catching up with the gang. There are four of us, we've been hanging together for the last three years and when we all go our separate ways for college, it is going to be so damn weird. Only I'm not sure what the plan is with Tate. She wants to go into fashion design and travel to Paris, but her father has other plans for her. She is pretty strong willed and her mother, E

LiamMan, I just wish these guys would knock it off already about Tate and I. It's embarrassing. Yeah she's sweet and extremely pretty but we're best friends. Nothing can happen. Ever. Full stop. Period. But they're kind of relentless. I lean towards her and whisper in her ear. "Let's get out of here, we've got assignments to hand in by Friday and I have practise later." I don't tell her I will be seeing Jennie later too. Don't ask me why, it isn't exactly a secret. She nods, I can see Denver watching us closely. He so wants to be right about Tate and I being a couple. It's hysterical. "We're checking out guys." I say and grab Tate's hand. It feels warm and soft. It feels comfortable. It feels like it is part of me. We've held hands since we were five years old. The first time ever she grabbed my hand to go and play in her back yard and in the tree house her dad had built for her, I knew I'd have a friend for life and nothing is ever coming between us. Not ever. No man, no jock who w

TateIf there is something Liam can do, it’s eat until the cows come home. I’m not kidding you. He can eat for an army and still not put on any weight. But then he does work out a lot and burns off so many calories playing football. He has to train with the team four nights a week, spends a session in the gym most mornings before school. This guy is dedicated to his sport and one day for sure, I know that Liam is going to be a hot shot. In school he already is.That is precisely why it makes my life so difficult. All the girls want him and I am so sick and tired of seeing them all flirt with him, touching him and just getting in his face. I wouldn’t say he adores the attention. Much. Okay, maybe just a little bit. Denver loves it, oh my God that boy loves the attention. I honestly don’t know how Lilly puts up with it. Love and trust I guess.I have come close to wanting to slap some of the girls that fawn all over Liam. All of this never bothered me before, I was just a kid but I’m no

TateDon’t ask me why, but going up the stairs with Liam trailing behind me, I get the distinct impression he is checking my butt out. Or do you think it is wishful thinking on my part? This being a teenager crushing on your best friend sucks. Sucks. Sucks. The heat is rising and I can feel my face is as hot as a smoking grill.Then he says, “hey you’re not putting on weight are you?” And laughs. Well that is enough for me to stop abruptly and turn on him.“Don’t be so rude, of course I haven’t. Besides it’s gross you checking out my butt. You’re supposed to be my bestie. Stop it.” I huff off up the stairs as he laughs behind me.“Hey I was just kidding. Don’t be so sensitive. I was joking. C’mon Tate you’re as thin as a rail. You even have flat pancake boobies.” He sniggers. I’m close to slapping his face.“Really? Well it’s a good job we’re not dating then isn’t it, you moron.” I reach the top step, turn left and walk along our hardwood floor to the fourth room on the left where my

Liam I couldn’t ask for a better best friend than Tate. She means the world to me and if anyone were to hurt her, they’d have me to answer to. I feel like a heel asking her to do my assignment but honestly I hate history so much that it kills me. I’ll make it up to my girl for sure. Maybe I’ll ask dad if we can take a trip in his jet for the weekend and head out to somewhere different. I’ll have a think about it. Maybe to her favorite place in Oregon to hike the Tamanawas Falls Trail. She loves that and it’s only a quick two and a half hour flight. We could camp out under the stars. Brimming that I can make it up to Tate, I run down the stairs in her house to the front door. “See you later, Liam.” Her mother calls out as she crosses the entrance foyer to go into their kitchen. “See you soon, Mrs H.” I open the door and step outside. It’s still warm at five p.m and practice is going to be another session of working my butt off and sweating like a pig. Still I love it. I’m passionate