Begging On My Knees To Be Popular の小説・ストーリー

“Don’t follow me, Joel. Not until I can trust that you’re not chasing the idea of me.” I stand, step forward and drop to my knees in front of her again. Her body stiffens. “I’m not chasing an idea. I swear I’m not.” She frowns. “Stop kneeling.” I don’t move. “I can’t. Not when this is the only way I know how to beg for something I don’t even deserve.” Her lips part. “You keep crying and making everything dramatic. You think it makes you look sincere, but sometimes it just feels… manipulative.”

tch? Phoebe still had that same effect she had on him three years ago, but the hurt of it all was killing his insides. ↬ Flashback ↫ ↝ Three years ago ↜ "Please don't do this to me, please." Anderson begged aloud. Phoebe looked down at the guy almost down on his knees begging. "I need to go Andy. My career is at stake here." Phoebe replied with disgust in her eyes. Why would he be begging her not to go on his knees?

“Oh, no, sir. Don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t planning to leave at all! I was just… exercising my muscles! I’ve been standing for a bit too long...?” He watched Zayn’s unamused face getting closer to him and felt a bang of panic, causing him to drop to his knees with his hands folded into a plea to be forgiven again. The others soon followed, dropping to the floor en masse and begging for his mercy without a mote of defiance. From the way they treated Zayn, one was even tempted to believe that they saw him as a demigod.

Yeah, yeah, I know, no need to remind me that the wedding is a fake one and I'm playing along but that doesn't mean I can't choose the best wedding rings. I can't be seen in the photos wearing some outdated wedding ring. You know the popularity shit, that shit does make you doom, if you won't take it seriously. If you are popular you have to maintain that popularity no matter what. It's important, and if you fail to maintain that for quite some time, you will be in news right the next day, saying you lost your popularity or you are fading away or some related shit.

“I can help you out if you want.” Her eyes widened. “What?” “I can give you this one after tonight,” I whispered. “This is the first time am using it, so it won’t be an issue. And maybe I’ll throw in a few others.” She looked completely stunned. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” Eva suddenly hugged me tightly. “You’re literally a goddess.” I laughed lightly. “Not really, I just love helping people.” Another lie. I haven't even finished helping myself yet. But the more popularity I gain, the better… especially if we want to hunt down a Dolman. After all, for this game to work, being famous was just as useful as anything else.

I said as I started making my way to the door. “Antonio! No, Antonio!” I stopped as I turned to her. " By the way, I'm sure your fans would love to see you on your knees begging and crying, how sad,” I mocked. " You can't do that to me Antonio, you can't,” " I just did,” I said and without sparing her another glance I turned and walked away. I've done my part and I'm a bit satisfied, the law can handle the rest. She was an Internet sensation so posting a video of her kneeling would be a big blow on her ego and that was exactly what I wanted.

The amusement in her eyes practically sparkled. "You heard them. Get on your knees and shout, 'I'm broke, and I know I was wrong.' Do that, and maybe I'll let you walk out of here."

Acceptance is not compassionate, but it feels nice because it paves the way to survival. Gigi bit her lips and slowly nodded at him. “Well… Well, I’m a social media influencer.” We frowned. But then Justine crossed his arms both on his chest. “So, you mean you’re pretty popular?” “Well, Uh, you could say that. I mostly do YouTube videos, vlogs. You know, all those shits,” Gigi replied in a shy, low voice. Suddenly, Peter clapped his hands making Gigi more uncomfortable and embarrassed. “That’s so cool of you! That must be why you look so pretty and physically fit. You care more about your image-”

Fucking hell. My mood the rest of the day was shot to hell. I need to find a date to prom now, two days before, so everyone would already have their dates secured by now. Mind you, any girl I ask would drop any guy she’s going with for a chance to go with me. Sounds vain, I know, but it is what it is. I am the most popular boy at school, and that status does come with its perks. Anyone that knows me…really knows me, will tell you that this bad boy image I’ve got at school is just that…a façade. I never chose to be popular. It just happened. It often does when you’re good looking, athletic and come from a wealthy family. And of course, no thanks to Levi, my older brother who had a reputation

Max asked. “The old fashioned way, sweep her off her feet, find out what she likes and ask her out,” I said. “It’s not that easy for me,” he said. “Why not?” “I’m not that popular with the girls and I don’t have the looks like you and Felix and this girl, she’s beautiful. She wouldn’t look twice at me,” he said. “Wait right here,” I said and stood up. I went upstairs and woke Megan. She smiled when she saw me and closed her eyes again. “I need your help downstairs,” I said as she opened her eyes again.