Dont Act Like Im Average Novels & Stories

"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.”

I ask, unable to help myself. “Not particularly. Why, are you?” I shrug. “When I’m busy, all I want is a day to do nothing. But then I get a day to do nothing and I feel like I should be doing something productive, and it feels even weirder when I know I should be acting like normal which makes me question what normal really is to me.” Lucas laughs. “You and normal don’t really pair well together, which is something I love about you, you know.”

Naya’s POV I have always thought of myself as ordinary. Not in a sad way, but in the quiet kind of way where people don’t really notice you, and you don’t really try to stand out. School, home, church, errands for my mom that was my cycle. Friends would talk about crushes, about boys in our class, or the latest actor they were obsessed with. I would smile, nod, pretend to agree when they sighed about someone’s arms or jawline, but inside I felt blank.

"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.

"If I were you I will not ignore those bitches. If they hurt me why not fight back," The reason why I distance myself from Ken every time we’re inside the campus is because of people who keep saying things just because a famous guy like him has a nerdy sister like me. I know it sounds stupid but that’s how it works. If you have a princely and charming brother, you also need to act like him. But I, who rarely comb my hair, is not really pleasant to look at in the eyes of others. I'm not sad about this. I just don’t care, because I can do whatever I want to do with him when we’re home.

he says bluntly. I let out a tired laugh. “That obvious?” “They think you used influence.” “I didn’t,” I said immediately. “I know,” he replies without hesitation. “And so does Maren.” That helps. More than I expect it to. “I just want to be normal,” I admit quietly. “I want to work, go home, pay my bills, mess up sometimes without it meaning something else.” Louis studies me. “You don’t act like someone who’s had things handed to her.”

She shook her head. “Cut it out. We both know I’m not. Hell, nobody’s perfect. But I’m okay with that. I’m happy being the big girl in the family. I just wish people didn’t act like because I’m big I have to lower my expectations in life and men.” “In what sense?”