“Luck? Don’t you mean talent? Skill? Determination? Hard work?” “Nope, I meant what I said.” She smiles, and I know at that moment I would be an idiot to do anything to mess up this friendship. She’s right, I’m lucky. Lucky to have someone who wants to cheer me up and help me through my problems, without even asking me what they are. “Your high opinion of me is humbling,” I say sarcastically but can’t stop the laugh that escapes me. “Just shut up and follow me.” She smirks, and I bite my cheek, stopping myself from saying I’d follow her anywhere.
