Chapter 88: A lunch date - III

Later at night, Margreat opened the door to her room and landed face forward on her bed. "Do you want to die? Like, ever had a feeling that you have embarrassed yourself to the limit with that is the only answer?"

Joyce chuckled. "why don't you tell me what you've done?"

Margaret groaned loudly. "So, there is this guy that my friend likes. Apparently, he was only talking to her so that he could ask her for my number and now she hates me and I don't even know what I have done wrong!"

She huffed. " I don't even understand this! It's not like I did anything like this on purpose, and it was not like she loved having anything. It was a crush, he ended up having one of me, I'm not reciprocating his feelings, but still I am the one who is at fault? !"

"Sounds tough."

"It is." Margreat agreed. "what do I do?"

"Nothing, how close a friend wants her to you?"