Don't Act Like I'm Average Novels & Stories

Dad had to learn to cope, and he did it by making himself invisible, average, someone who is not worth a second glance. I inherited the blending in gene fully. I like to keep the attention away from myself. As a result, I try to look average, act average, just fly under the radar. I keep my hair straight, in a simple ponytail, and it helps draw attention away from my slightly darker skin tone. If I kept it in it's natural state, I will become the 'curly haired girl' and everyone will know me. I dress like an average teenager and live like one too.

"Who was that? Why are you ignoring him and why did you use me? My service aren't for free so consider compensating me." Her brows perched up at me in surprise – I was equally stunned at my last statement too. Didn't I say, few minutes ago, that I wanted this to be our last meeting? "Eisshh, do you know the most annoying stuff of this universe?" She suck a breath in. My lashes flaps like the bird's wing before I lean in closer to hear what she wanna say. "It's when people who are of average salary speaks just too highly of themselves.. to appear as a first class maybe?

"This brings me to the second thing we need to talk about. It’s about how people here see you. I need you to act let’s say shallow." "You mean dumb?" "Not exactly. I need you to act in a way that when people see you, they don’t think you’re a threat. I want them to roll their eyes and not notice what you’re doing because they think you’re harmless." She looks surprised, then laughs. It’s a genuine laugh that reaches her eyes. "Okay, you definitely mean dumb. Okay. Give me a minute." She leans back into the cushions, throws her head back, and looks at the ceiling. She closes her eyes and stays like that for a moment before she starts speaking.

"Stop doing that! You’re going to terrify her if you look that serious." Miaree stood frozen, her eyes darting between the two of us before she mumbled under her breath, "Wow. She said he was just an ordinary salaryman. There is absolutely nothing ordinary about that face." "Did you say something, Miaree?" I asked, tilting my head. Miaree looked at Kia, her hands throwing up in exasperation. "I can't believe you described him as 'average.' How does someone who looks like a celebrity get labeled as average?"

I’ve never had my heart broken and I don’t intend to start now. I’m going into this with my eyes open. I’m not some sex kitten. I’m not drop dead gorgeous. I’m OK, I’m average. I’ve got average features, average hair. My boobs are on the bigger side and my legs are long. I get a lot of compliments on my eyes by both men and women. I’m not under any illusions that I’ll be able to seduce Brandt, or anyone, to do my bidding. I’m not that girl. I’ll make a great partner to someone one day, of that, I am sure. Is it going to be Brandt? I'm not going to get my hopes up. In fact, the only thing I wish for at this moment is that we have some mind-blowing sex. I am sort of counting on it with his exp

“Are you… offended?” “Nope, not at all,” Ava replied casually, shrugging her shoulders as if it was no big deal. “He is all of those things, actually. Zayden has never been the type to get people to like him. He acts like a complete asshole so people don’t see the real him.” Her voice softened for a second, carrying something unspoken, before she blinked and caught herself. “Sorry… am I talking too much?” “No! Of course not,” Lia reassured quickly, leaning in a little. She was actually intrigued. Ava wasn’t like most girls, she was straightforward, honest, almost refreshing.

Awkwardly, I said, scratching my head. "True enough, but she lacks elegance." He teased, and he chuckled in contentment. Groaning, I felt irked at his comment. But, it only amuses him to see my irritated face, so I wore a poker face. Plus, I don't want him to further poke fun at me or Dreanna. This guy never really fails to annoy me anytime. I think it's the only impression I have of him that didn't change. "Shall we go take a nice walk? We both need fresh air. What do you think?" I offered as a way to ignore my boiling blood.

My fingers trembled as I slid the paper out. Ava, the letter began. I’m not good at talking thing. You know that. But if you’re reading this, it means I’ve realized that being the "bad boy" is exhausting. It’s a mask. You’re the only person who looks at me and sees the guy I actually want to be. Don't give up on me yet.

shit, I'm gonna screw up very badly. From day one I've been fighting with the sudden attraction I feel for him. I'm a girl who was never in a relationship because no one approached me. it's not like I've been wontedly single. I'm just an average student and an unattractive girl that no one notices much. Even during my teenage years I had a crush on a guy but he never noticed me and I never tried to grab his attention. I'm just a very plain and boring person who wants to live in her own bubble rather than inviting people into my life, making it complicated. anyone can say that i'm just over thinking for everything, but only i know how carefully and consciously i'm putting every step forward i

"Is that really what you believe? That you're just 'average'?" "Don't say it like that." I fiddle with the edge of the tablecloth. "Objectively speaking, it's the truth. And I'm okay with that." "I politely disagree. Objectively speaking, you're well above average. I'm surprised you haven't realized that." My neck goes warm. "You don't need to - " "You think I'm just flattering you?" "I'm not an idiot." Now my whole body is hot. "There's no reason to pretend that I'm on the same level as the women Luca Fontaine normally dates. That's not helping anyone."