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

“You mean unlike the amnesia, and the mysterious past, and the way you look, and the way you keep rolling with punch after punch when a normal person would just go down and stay down? Yeah. You’re totally average, babe.” I blinked at him, biting my lip, trying to decide how much of that could be construed as a compliment. The last part, sure. The rest? I definitely didn’t look average. The average person didn’t have visible ribs. I knew he hadn’t meant to hurt my feelings, but…yeah.

Aiden Buckland and I are getting serious. Too serious, if you ask me. It's not that I don't like him. He is a kind young man. And I love that about him. But I need to stick to the plan, the plan to be as fake as make-up. Make-up is shallow for the faint of heart. I never wanted to be a shallow girl. And yet, here I am, being as shallow as the cheerleaders. The first day of school is upon us. And I feel my legs fill with jelly at the thought. Being jelly is disturbing. Jelly is weak. Jelly floats on the surface of shallow waters. I feel the shallowness within me.

"Exactly! Life is too short to settle for average." I laughed. "Well, I guess that's a good attitude. But hey, maybe you should give the regular ones a chance. You never know; they might surprise you." Aurora raised an eyebrow, giving me a suspicious look. "You think so? I've tried, Ava; I really have. But they just don't seem to get me." I smirked, pretending to ponder the situation. "Maybe, just maybe, it's not them. Maybe it's your bad character that's scaring them away."

“Choose a meal,eat…and get enough energy to handle me tonight,we have a lot to do,my mood is far different from normal so I can’t have you passing out in the middle of the act, all the time” Different from normal?

“That’s not the same thing.” That hit harder than I expected. Because part of me knew he was right. “I’m not like her,” I said quietly. “I know.” “Then don’t expect me to act like her.” “I don’t,” he replied. “I expect you to act like yourself.” I frowned slightly. “And what exactly does that mean?” “It means,” he said, stepping closer again, “you stop letting people define you based on things that have nothing to do with who you are.” My breath caught slightly.

he said. I shrugged. “People.” “You don’t hate people.” “I don’t mingle. I don’t like networking. I’m uncomfortable talking to strangers.” A slow smile spread across his face. “You put on this air that makes you seem invincible. You don’t appear shy or uncomfortable. You come across as aloof, like you know you are good and you don’t give a shit.” I grinned. “That last part is probably true. I don’t try to be a dick.”

My plain face stares back at me and their previous words bite. There really is nothing special about my curly brown shoulder length hair, or my dull honey-brown eyes that has no astonishing glow in them. My skin is pale with few freckles splattered against my cheeks. I’m almost too skinny with no bosom chest or ass to flaunt. I turn away from my imagine, leaving the girl’s lavatory. It’s not like I hate what I look like. I know I’m not extraordinary in the looks department like Elena or most of the girls here. One thing I do like about my self is I’m nothing like her, striving to bring everyone down to uplift herself, and I never would be.

“Did I say something?” “Nothing,” I replied with a pained smile. “I’d advise you not to make assumptions about my true self, as you may only feel disappointed. I am simply an ordinary person, not an heiress of any sort. In fact, before, I haven’t even managed to reach what most would consider a middle-class standard of living.” “If all that you say is genuine, I feel that the more deeply I get to know you, the more you’ll leave me in awe.” I chuckled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Ty.”

I said in my most patronising voice, because as it turned out I’d picked up a couple of tricks from her over the years. “It won’t make our parents love you more. It won’t make you more than what you are because despite your friends, and your social life, and your looks, you know that you remain…” I trailed off, making my eyes turn pitying as I stared at her, so that it was almost like I was talking to a puppy. “… Disappointingly average.” Lu flinched, and her eyes widened as she blinked at me for a long moment in surprise, but truly she shouldn’t have been.

Julia said softly. I shook my head. "I'm not putting myself down, Julia. I know I'm not ugly. I'm average, and that's fine. But I am definitely not 'killer beauty.' Anyway... I'm going to go attend to customers now." I looked at Felicia and Vivian.