″...fucked up...”

She wanted me to break it, but how could I? I wasn't cruel, despite popular belief.

"No," I replied firmly. "I won't help you. This is your mess, you figure it out."

"But Alex..." she whined, reaching out to squeeze my bicep lightly, but I backed away before she could touch me.

"No, Andrea, it's not my fault you played with his feelings. To say that you liked him even though you didn't in the first place was fucked up, now you want me to pretend to have sex with you so you can break his heart? No." I shook my head.

He was my best friend, I would never do something like that to him. What was that saying, again? Bros before hoes? Yeah, it seemed to fit quite nicely to this situation.