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

“It’s failing.” Noah frowned. “Failing how?” “Like… what if I’m average?” The word tasted awful. “What if I get there and I’m just another guy?” “You will be another guy,” he said. I shot him a look. “Not helping.” He smirked faintly. “You won’t be average.” “You don’t know that.” He leaned forward slightly. “What’s this really about?” I stared at the tile floor for a second. Then the truth slipped out. “I’ve always felt like I had to be something.”

" A look of panic flashed across Nathan's face. After all, he had never seen such an impassive expression on my face. For all those years, I had been gentle and considerate. I had always given unconditionally. There was a tinge of panic in his eyes. "Liv, I—" His friends laughed and interrupted him, and he changed his tone at once. "Fine. I'll be sure to work hard. I hope you find someone you love soon, too, so that you don't continue to badger me fruitlessly." I smiled and said, "You'd better hurry back, or your girlfriend might get annoyed."

"Don't be too focused and don't be too serious, believe that everything will be fine, believe that all of this will lead to a very sweet reality, You don't need to think that maybe what you do is one of the reasons everything will get better, because after all, believe me, there are days when you will feel very, very awkward and there are also days when you have to fight again to get what you want. you should have and more than that there is nothing else that will definitely make you confident because after all it will benefit everyone. There will never be a word of regret and there will never be a word of anger, let alone thinking that maybe this is a part that no one can ever compare, more

she mocks me. “I am nervous. I–I don’t know if they are going to like me. I don’t even know how to act in front of an elderly. Let alone, one of them is Asian, and both of them are quite conservative according to Jeff. Do I look great? Should I change?” She lets me finish with my nagging and then sighs deeply, “Avery, they are going to like you! And even if they don’t, Jeff will still choose you, okay? So, chillax! Who are you going to be with, is it them or Jeff?”

She scoffs, “I’m nothing special, I’m just me.”

RUBY I liked my life because I could blend in perfectly with my surroundings, classmates and teachers barely noticed me unless they needed an answer to a problem. I am not ugly but not stunningly beautiful either at least, I believe I'm fairly average in the looks department if I do say so myself. Years of being ignored had convinced me that I'm forgettable, and that's okay. It just gives me more time to focus on my studies.

“Fancy, relax… It's just a party, don't feel as though you're being carried to the abattoir for slaughter.” “Jacob, I think this is a bad idea. I never should have come with you," I said, looking around, nervously. “Jesus! Fancy, stop acting like a nerd for once, will you?” “But you of all people know that they hate me.” “Nobody hates you, it's just in your head. Can you stop feeling inferior about how you look?”

"Why are you being so nice to me when I've been nothing but a bitch to you?" "You're selling yourself short, Miss Havens," Eli replied after a while. "You are so much better than that." "I'm not. I've learned a long time ago that if you're not cool nor pretty nor rich, you're practically a nobody. That's what I am. I'm a nobody. And I like it that way because I don't like the attention. With attention comes expectation. And I'm not sure I can meet anyone's expectation," she kept on. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked, vexed at how she regarded herself so low.

The reason I undoubtedly despise the people in this area is due to the fact that every single one of them is exactly the same, fake. I have precisely one month of university life left. After that, I really need to get out and just see the world. The people in this area seem to think that I am just this common jock that goes around and breaks the heart of any unlucky female foolish enough to be interested in the likes of me. However, what they don’t know is that I am nothing special, I am just as awkward as anyone my age, if not more. To prove a point, just today I approached this raven-haired goddess of a woman, hoping that I would be able to talk her up and possibly take her out on a date.

“This isn’t who I am.” “You don’t know who you are,” he laughs, as though I’m the one who’s fucking crazy here. “Ever since you holed up with Molly you’ve been going through the motions of some cardboard cut-out ideal of normality. You think being nice has to make you a fucking saint, man. And it doesn’t.” “Just as well, isn’t it? Because I wasn’t exactly on my best behaviour when I was balls deep inside a girl I’m supposed to be taking care of.”