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

Hearing Kaia's shameless request, I felt both angry and amused. It was only now that I realized some women could use "weakness" as a weapon. If this were my past life, I would angrily throw her out and loudly declare, "Chris is my mate, and I won't let anyone take him from me!" But this time, I understood—there was no point in taking what wasn't mine to begin with. I wouldn't go after what didn't belong to me, but that didn't mean I was going to give in to Kaia so easily.

Acting like a different person just to please everyone. The family needs me to be perfect. They need me to fit this mold they’ve created for me. I can’t afford to slip, to show weakness. Not with Layla around. Not with her acting like she doesn’t care what anyone thinks. I glance back at the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Perfect. Flawless. But empty. I can’t be like Layla. I can’t be real. And I can’t allow her to take what belongs to me.

“I mean, look at Tamrin. She’s already got her opinions, so just let her stew in them.” I nod, trying to absorb his words, wishing I could be as detached. “But I’m not like you, Nathan. I… I don’t know how to ignore what people think. I hate it, but I’m a chronic people pleaser. It’s exhausting.” He gives me a sidelong look, his smile softening. “That’s your problem, then, not Tamrin’s. But look, no one’s asking you to change overnight. Just… try giving the world the middle finger every once in a while. It might surprise you.”

"I know what it means." "I don't usually do this. One because I don’t play with people’s feelings and I don’t want a man to play with minds. " "Wow! You do shoot straight. That would be a TKO for an average guy." She had to smile at that. "And let me guess. You're not average?" "Not by a long shot. I thought I had proven that to you. Being that you like to use execution style with men. I should be dead right? But I'm not. You know why?"

I blurted out against my will. He looked at me, really looked at me and this time I kept his gaze and did not look away. "I never said you were average and you know it." he said "But I am no Keisha Greene either." i blurted out again, "That's what I like about you, you are nothing like any of the women I interact with, you don't see me as some kind of god, you don't worship the ground I walk on, if anything you think I am just a spoilt womanizer."

What's more, because she doesn't want to cause trouble, she also wants to let it go, whatever happens, will come right away. Doris Tucker did not cry, did not show fear, she showed her composure, looked her straight in the eyes and spoke. - Not yet. After all, the other person is older than her age, once you come here, you should lower your self-esteem to live through the day, just treat them politely.

I've always been the black sheep in the family, or in this case the white sheep in a family of black sheep. I wouldn’t say that there was ever something really special about me, other than my “skin condition”. I didn’t find myself to be the most beautiful woman in the world and I certainly wasn’t the smartest. I didn’t have the most contagious or most attractive laugh and my smile was nothing to write home about. I wasn’t too tall, neither was I too short- I was just, average. I’m really the average girl next door and the girl you would probably be in the same class with for months but always forget to put a name to the face. I was the kind of girl you would sit next to in a minibus taxi and

“What do you mean act like it?” I scoffed. “I mean don’t stand there smiling at her like she’s some old friend. Don’t let her put her hands all over you. Don’t laugh at her little jokes like you don’t see what the hell she’s doing.” He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Sarah, you’re overthinking this—”

“I think you could be very inspiring to people.” I shrugged, but Ronan wasn’t letting it go that easily. “Come on!” he laughed lightly. “You work harder than anyone I know.” Ronan paused, then said teasingly, “Well, besides me, of course.” I snorted at that, but shrugged again. “I don’t know,” I finally said. “I understand what you’re saying, but at the same time, it feels silly to put myself forward as some sort of ideal people should be working towards. I’m just a regular person.”

Duh! “I was only doing it because I don’t want to get sent to the dungeon or tortured.” I hissed in a low voice. “I’m using low powered attacks to downplay my abilities. It’s not that big of a deal.” It really isn’t. You’re always making things into bigger problems than what they really are! I could hear the spectators start to whisper at this unexpected surprise. This is making my anxiety go crazy.