Dont Act Like Im Average Novels & Stories

Even if he’s someone so rich like he’s breathing money everywhere, he won’t spend that big just for a whore who’s not even special. I had a fair share of suitors. I had boyfriends, and most of them told me I was likable enough, lovely. But I know better. I can be called lovely but I know a lot of girls are much prettier than me. I’m what people call the “average”.

It's just shocking to compare it to me. I master my behavior. Don't tell me Queen Snow has a war freak. Maybe not, right? It's so beautiful, it's impossible. "You say that because you don't know Queen Snow... You're just a little bit worse." It said more. I don't know if this is a good thing to say or not. Just thinking that it's my habit makes me cringe. I know that I am not kind. Often, I also have insanity. I admit that because I'm a gangster and I don't know how to deal with people with a personality like mine.

"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?

I just really want to see those who serve here and have a little conversation with them so that I'll have someone to be with when the blade is gone just like now. I don't want to be in that room all the time, I won't lose anything if I'll try to get befriend anyone. I mean I'm just normal- wait am I normal? Oh, never mind! As I was saying I was just like them and I do interact with anyone whom I feel comfortable with, just don't try to mess up with me or you're dead- just kidding, I'm not that evil, actually- just a bit monstrous though.

"But...but why does someone as cool and popular and...uh insanely goodlooking as you even like me? I’m not confident or funny, or even brave half the time. I’m... boring. Ordinary. I can hardly stand up for myself." He smiled, that slow, crooked smile that always made my stomach flip. "You’re not boring, Atlas. You’re real and you think before you speak. You notice things others don’t. You care about people even when they don’t deserve it. You have this way of making everything feel calmer, like the world slows down when you talk." I blinked, my face burning so hot I swore the ferris wheel lights might be reflecting off me. "You’re just saying that."

"Just shut up and don't have to interfere with my business too much, you idiot!" "I'm not being stupid, I just feel sorry for you. How could you just let him go? Come on, everyone knows that you really, really like him. Instead of you always being like this, you better take the initiative first. I'm just sorry to see your gloomy face because of the closeness of the two of them. Don't you realize that your current face looks like a face that hasn't been fed for a year? You can't lie to yourself, you idiot!" "DON'T KNOW YOURSELF?"

“That's new. What made them say so?” “Well, you know, simply because of my personality. Sometimes my height and my smart mode of dressing and the medicated glasses I wear deters them from coming close. They always think that I'm some sort of Queen Elizabeth the third or something, and it's really annoying, because I'm probably the nicest person on Earth. I'm not that hard to deal with.” “Says who?” Tayo voiced humorously. “No. I strongly disagree with you on that part.” Raising an eyebrow, Idara asked, “Pardon? What're you telling me?”

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.”

"Proud of me, aren't you?" "Always." "You're the most clever person I know and you're usually right about everything... But you're wrong about this, about us," I stressed to her. "To quote one of the best movies of the early 2000s, when it comes to us, 'the limit does not exist.'" The 'Mean Girls' line made her laugh. "After what we've been through, I couldn't care less about 'the average person.' Because that's not you—and that's not me when I'm with you... Stop equating us to 'the average couple' 'cause doing so makes less sense than not wearing pink on Wednesdays."

Am I lame because I have no siblings? Am I boring because Brit is girly enough for the both of us? I want to hunt, and she wants to shop. I want to work on cars, and she wants to wear make-up. I don't get it. It's hard. It isn't easy. It's not me to be pretty. It's not me to be sexy. Being sexy is for popular, and being popular is not like me.