No More Tolerance For His Ambiguous Female Friend

Synopsis

Being the official girlfriend of the most famous heir in Flanta sounded glamorous, but honestly, it was not all it was cracked up to be. We'd only been dating for less than a month, and I hadn't even gotten used to holding his hand yet, but I was already way too familiar with his so-called childhood friend's face. That friend was a girl, and according to the gossip, she was the ultimate pick-me tomboy. The first time I met everyone was at a bar in the Eastside District. My boyfriend, Alex Kingston, had organized the meetup, saying he wanted to introduce me to his friends. When I arrived, there were already seven or eight people crowded around the booth, and the atmosphere was buzzing. Alex stood up to greet me, and just as he slipped his arm around my waist, a crisp voice piped up from the corner. "Hey, Alex, is this your new girlfriend? She's pretty, but she looks kind of quiet. You sure she can hang with us?" I turned to see a girl with short hair sprawled out in the booth, rocking a loose basketball jersey that showed off her slender arms. She was wearing a pair of limited-edition Air Jordans, looking effortlessly cool and sharp. She was spinning a beer bottle in her hand, shot me a chin-up, and had a half-smirk hanging on her lips. Alex introduced her to me, "This is Cara Thompson, my childhood friend. She's like a brother to me." Cara jumped in right away, "Like a brother? Please, I practically raised you." The whole table burst out laughing, and the vibe instantly got way more lively. Some people were cheering, calling Cara a badass, while others were slapping the table, laughing and cracking jokes. In the middle of all that laughter, Cara shot me a smug look, like she was saying, "See? My connection with Alex is something you, as his girlfriend, could never hope to rival."