Dont Act Like Im Average Novels & Stories

"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.

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?”

She blinked rapidly, her breath uneven. “I don’t play nice.” I said softly, “Not with people who touch me, and especially not with people who think they can humiliate me. Try that again, and I’ll show you what real embarrassment feels like.” I turned to Neveah and Laziel, “Let’s go. Some people are not worth talking to.”

Which is why we never get along well. I refuse to act shy or dumb because I am anything but that. I am smart and am not afraid to show that. One of my best qualities is also that I hardly ever stay without a comeback. So you could pretty much say I don't stay quiet when something disturbs me. Of course, people find me annoying and call me a bitch many times, either to my face or once I turn around. But I don't care. So back to the topic at hand. I had to get myself together before tomorrow night and be on my best behavior for the game.

My jaw falls at the spectacle. I shake my head and claw at the dress, ripping it in various places until it’s blessedly gone from my body. A huge sigh of relief escapes me as I begin to scratch and itch all over my midsection. “I like breathing and being able to freely move my body,” I grumble, as both women stare at me in shock. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell Abbey she’s a stuck up snob, but I’m still not sure of my role here. Is that how I normally behave too? I just can’t picture it. What good does it do to belittle someone for doing their job?

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.

The Chief answered, his head bobbing up and down eagerly. As much as I am used to the way others are around me, I don’t think I will ever understand it. Why can’t everyone just treat me like a regular guy? I might come from money, but I never let that define me. I worked my ass off in school and in life, just like everyone else. “Really, that isn’t necessary.” Veronica tried to argue.

I replied. “I know it must have hurt so much right when he left you.” She said shaking her head. “Well I can’t do anything about it now but I just feel like someone will leave me like that everytime.” I said my fear out loud. “You mean your girlfriend or any future wife?” She asked shocked. “Yeah! I mean my Dad left me even though I was topper in all classes. I never did anything wrong or any bad thing. You can just call me nerd. Even then he left me. But now I may be behaving stupid and someone else will leave me.” I replied.

"I just... I sometimes feel inadequate when I'm with them. They are both so great and successful in whatever they do. And they have such big expectations of me. I feel like I'll end up disappointing them. I mean, what if I'm just average? Or worse, what if I am a complete failure?" By now, he had also turned to his side to face me. He looked so vulnerable talking about this. Gone was the Stav who always used jokes to hide his true feelings. Right now, in the dark night, he was completely raw and unfiltered. "It can't hurt to try," I said. "All the successful people, they start from the bottom. And you can't let the fear of being average scare you. It's not a competition. You don't have to be

The more you give away of yourself the lesser man you become. This brings me to another word. Unreasonable. That is probably the best way to describe how I acting. I have never been unreasonable in business or in life, at least that is how I feel. There might be a string of women who think far otherwise and now I can add Ava to this list. But it is time to push Ava to the side of my mind, and it seems to be Joseph that rips my thought back to the present as he can barely contain his excitement, “Fuck I can't wait to see some pussy in my face.”