Dont Act Like Im Average Novels & Stories

I prayed in my mind. "What are you staring at me for?! You better get to work, Ms. Eder!" he shouted. "R-right away!" I called, flustered. I couldn't believe that I was dazed like that. I took the first contract and lowered my head, hoping not to meet his gaze anymore. It was so idiotic of me… "I was supposed to be "the average and hardworking" type, and not "the totally dumb" one! I never acted like that before, even when I met some super handsome actors from TV shows! I have to snap out of it now!" I scolded myself in my thoughts.

It doesn't matter what I say? "It doesn't matter what other people think about me!" She yelled, sadness flickered across her eyes. "It doesn't matter how they treat me! I will still do what I can to help people when they are sick. Sure, they all hate me, they bully me, I'm a nobody and they probably even wouldn't want to accept anything from the disgusting hands of a lowly omega as myself but I am not them! I am not a selfish, egoistic and arrogant fool who only does things to her own benefit!" Her tone was strict, holding on tightly to a string of rage and every single word felt directed at me and not the general public.

“All fingers accounted for. See?” He didn’t smile. Just took my hands and examined them anyway. Gentle. Careful. I wanted to die. “I’m not hurt,” I whispered. “Then why were you acting like a tornado?” “Because I’m... I’m trying to not like you, okay?” He blinked. “What?” “I’m trying not to like you. Naomi gave me advice. It was horrible. She told me to act annoying. Break things. Play loud music. Be unbearable. So you’d hate me. So I’d stop thinking... weird things.”

shit, I'm gonna screw up very badly. From day one I've been fighting with the sudden attraction I feel for him. I'm a girl who was never in a relationship because no one approached me. it's not like I've been wontedly single. I'm just an average student and an unattractive girl that no one notices much. Even during my teenage years I had a crush on a guy but he never noticed me and I never tried to grab his attention. I'm just a very plain and boring person who wants to live in her own bubble rather than inviting people into my life, making it complicated. anyone can say that i'm just over thinking for everything, but only i know how carefully and consciously i'm putting every step forward i

After all, nobody aspires to live this way voluntarily. “You appear quite elegant today. Have a productive day at work, ma’am.” Although I’ve received such compliments before, there’s a noticeable shift in their demeanor when he’s absent. It’s not that they’re being unfavorable, but rather, they exhibit a more animated disposition. This variance in behavior raises my curiosity about why people act distinctively in his absence. It’s perplexing, as it seems I’m the only one who is expected to be significantly impacted by his presence.

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."

Those with lower intellect often don’t understand more than a few words and forget the conversations rather quickly. “I thought you were the smart brother, no?” Fenton asks without doing as much as glance over his shoulder to check my reaction to his question. “I wish,” I laugh. “Lazarus is the smart one. He got the brains, Lenox got the strength, and me - well, I guess I’m average. My mom says I’m special, though, so that’s good, right?” I add the last part for good measure. For some reason, my brain decided that dumbasses always imply how their parents say they’re special or smart. Fingers crossed this will work to my advantage.

“ you are an embarrassment “ I told her , clenching my fists tight . These words she had told me again and again when I have done everything right , it was about time she knew how it feels to be on the receiving end . I knew I was breaking her heart but I had given her so much love , so much attention , so much hope that she has taken it all and burned it in her ignorance “ You say that I’m an average ? Then I will tell you that being an average was loads better than being a drug addict . I don’t know how you stand here in front of me and act as if you have done nothing wrong , but I can’t look at you anymore because every time I look at you I remember the odd gaze with which my friends lo

“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 your ex… 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.”

I let out a humorless breath, shaking my head slowly as I leaned back, my fingers tapping against my thigh in restless energy that needed somewhere to go. “You all are ranked members,” I continued, my voice gaining intensity as the words spilled out, heavier and more deliberate with each second. “Girls look at you with those stupid heart-shaped eyes, and guys look at you and think – yeah, they’re strong, they’re untouchable.” I tilted my head slightly, my lips curling in disdain. “But you’ve never actually faced real, honest feedback, have you? Because the people who see you clearly – the ones who notice that you’re just… average, that you’re not perfect – they don’t say it.”