My 2 "Best" Friends Tried To Kick Me From Our Shared Apartment, Unaware That My Dad Is The Landlord... What Happens Next Is Unbelievable!

I can't believe they thought they could just kick me out. Four months ago, I moved in with my two “best” friends, thinking it would be fun. Big mistake. They had some weird, exclusive bond, and I always felt like an outsider. Then, last month, they sat me down and smugly told me I had to move out, no reason, just "it's our decision." I refused. So, they dumped all my stuff in the garden and changed the locks. Furious and in tears, I called my dad. But his reaction was something I never saw coming...

I stood there in the hallway, unsure of what to do. The kitchen door was slightly ajar, and I could hear their voices. 'She’s gotta go,' Kate said just loud enough for me to catch. 'Yeah, but how do we get her out?' Chloe replied. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Hearing them like this was strange, plotting as if I didn’t exist or wasn’t worth the truth.

Instead of walking in and confronting them, I decided to step back and rethink my approach. I knew they'd just deny it or make excuses. Instead, I casually made some noise in the hallway, and they stopped talking. 'Oh, hey!' I called out, entering the kitchen. They exchanged a quick look, almost like they were sharing a secret. 'Did you just get back?' Kate asked, all fake cheerfulness.

I played along, acting like nothing had happened. 'Yeah, just got back,' I replied, trying to match their fake smiles with one of my own. We all chatted a bit about nothing important while I pretended to look for a snack. Inside, I felt a storm brewing, though. I worked on hiding my frustration and disappointment as I waited for the right moment to reveal my ace.

The conversation was mostly small talk, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling they were up to something. Chloe asked if I’d be out later. 'Oh, maybe,' I said, still pretending to be clueless. They nodded, clearly up to no good but unwilling to make a move with me around. 'Well, if you need anything, just let us know,' Kate added, her voice dripping with insincerity.

As the day went on, I was on edge, but I knew I had to be patient. If I exposed them too soon, it could backfire. Instead, I spent the afternoon pretending to be busy while listening and watching for any new plans they might hatch. Occasionally, Chloe or Kate would check in on me, their smiles never reaching their eyes. It was weird, feeling like a stranger in my own home.

Dinner came, and we all gathered together. The atmosphere felt tense, at least from my side. They seemed a little too happy, considering the situation. 'So, what do you think about redecorating?' Kate asked, almost too casually. 'I mean, it could use a change, right?' I nodded, playing along. 'Yeah, maybe some new colors could brighten things up,' I said, still unsure of what game they were really playing.

Throughout dinner, they kept sharing these little looks and laughs that I wasn’t part of. It hurt a little, but I reminded myself that I had the upper hand. 'Remember that time at the park?' Chloe snorted, and they giggled. 'Oh, those ducks!' Kate laughed, and I was left in the dark. Whatever it was, it didn’t concern me. I’d have my moment soon enough.

After dinner, I retreated to my room. I decided to call my dad, not only to check in but also to ensure our plan was still on. 'Hey, pumpkin! How’s everything?' he asked. I could hear his smile through the phone. 'Pretty good, Dad. Did you get my message about the situation?' I asked. He chuckled. 'Yeah, don’t worry. Everything is set on our end.' His reassurance was what I needed.

With my dad on board, I felt a little more in control. I knew I had to be smart about this, watching them carefully and keeping my ears open. I had played my card well as Chloe and Kate seemed unaware of the fact that I knew about their plan and was coming up with my own. It was only a matter of time before they learned the truth, and I could hardly wait. 'Let them play their game,' I thought. 'Mine's better.'