Dont Act Like Im Average Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

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.

acting like a person who has a totally different personality from yours can be very tiring. "Huh...Ms. Ariana,are you okay? You've been acting strange lately.. I don't know but I hope everything is fine.. right?" The lady was stunned and also agitated. How can I bring myself to act cold and rude to people when I wasn't raised like that? Anger welled up inside of me "Everything is fine,you don't have to ask" I replied curtly which made her a little more comfortable. "You were acting so weird the other time that I thought you were.. you know, stressed" the lady remarked.

Like caring wasn’t scary to him. He must’ve seen something in my face, because his smile faded a bit. “Hey,” he said, quieter now. “You okay?” “I don’t know.” I exhaled, dragging a hand over my face. “It’s like… I feel like I’m always supposed to be in control, you know? Like everyone expects me to be calm and sarcastic and unbothered, and half the time I’m just one dumb test away from a full emotional breakdown.” Brandon was quiet for a second, then said, “You don’t always have to be calm. Or sarcastic. Or anything. You can just be… you.”

Not once I’ve started. I lean back in my chair, frowning at the mess I’ve made. “I reacted,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head in disbelief. “And that’s so unlike me, right?” I glance at him, his head bobbing in agreement, the fear making him eager to please. “Exactly. You know me, Paul. I don’t react. Not to anything. I plan, I execute, but I don’t react. So what the fuck does this mean, huh?”

“You didn’t invite me here for small talk.” Ava tilted her head slightly. “You’re right,” she said. “I didn’t even invite you at all, you just walked into my office….So tell me, How may I help you?.” Silence stretched between us. Then I smiled…slowly. “Do you enjoy this?” I asked. “Acting like you’re untouchable?” Ava didn’t flinch. “I don’t act,” she replied simply. “I just am.” That calm confidence always had my blood boiling. I stepped closer.

I shrug my shoulders. “It’s not like I spend much time around other people.” I sigh. “I am used to having years to decide or to think about my moves and what to do next. With you being here, I have to speed my thinking up, my actions have to be more calculated. Sometimes my brain and my actions aren’t quite synced and I act one way before I remember it’s not appropriate.”

If I didn’t, I would probably have indigestion. I’m not good at socializing and stuff like that. I’m a quiet, almost introvert person who don’t know how to start a conversation so don’t expect me to lift this damn mood easily. “ Oh, wow. This cake is delish.” “No, it’s not.” F*ck. Can’t you just go with the flow, dude? I’m about to die of suffocation in this heavy atmosphere, damn it! “H-Have you tried it?” “Yeah. And it’s horrible compared to the food I ate before.”

I'm trying hard to cut them until she stepped on my ego. "Amy it's not the way you cut them. You don't know how to do it, you can't do that. Give to me." what does she think of herself what did she mean I can't do it. I always thought cooking as one of the girls traits. What does she mean by I can't do that am I not a normal girl. Or she thinks I'm not a girl. Wait what?!