Dont Act Like Im Average Novels & Stories

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.

“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 let out my worries. "C'mon Snow! There is nothing wrong with it; it's normal to wear something like that to a pool party. You aren't a kid, or are you?" "I'm not!" I snapped back a little pissed; I hate when people make false theories of me. "I will be waiting for you then." I mouthed and cut the call immediately. I didn't know why I felt so annoyed. I don't like people making me feel like I'm behaving like a low-class person; I want to be seen as a classic person.

she mocks me. “I am nervous. I–I don’t know if they are going to like me. I don’t even know how to act in front of an elderly. Let alone, one of them is Asian, and both of them are quite conservative according to Jeff. Do I look great? Should I change?” She lets me finish with my nagging and then sighs deeply, “Avery, they are going to like you! And even if they don’t, Jeff will still choose you, okay? So, chillax! Who are you going to be with, is it them or Jeff?”

he said in a deceptively soft tone. "I said, I'm not beautiful so please stop saying that. You don't have to give me false flattery," I repeated honestly. "False flattery?" he parroted in the same tone that was making me nervous. "Yes, false flattery. I know what I look like, I have a mirror. I'm not ugly but I'm not gorgeous either. I am what would be considered average. I have average brown hair, average brown eyes, and an average build. I am the normal boring… average. So as much as some women appreciate your flattery, I appreciate honesty."

“What’s so curious about me?” Normally, I didn’t stick out in a crowd. Overall, I was pretty average—at least in a class of over a thousand. I didn’t go out of my way, spending an hour to get ready with full hair and makeup in the morning, all in an attempt to look older. I liked sleep.

the woman laughed. "That is quite hard to deal with," I lowered my brows. "First of all, I am close to entering my first year in the university. I don't go to parties, don't smoke, don't drink and I haven't dated any girl in real life. I live a socially awkward life befitting of a loner. I also suck at dressing to be honest with you. I don't see myself as a good boy but I can't stop people from seeing me that way. I can't stop people from assuming that I am a good boy even when I am not a good boy."

She's funny and interesting but I never liked her romantically. I still don't, but somehow it feels like there's this pressure on my shoulders to be perfect. I see Ander with his mood swings and tantrums — things that make him the dysfunctional person he is. But I can't be like that. I'm to be the better son. And the better son likes women.

“A little.” “Why?” That question is becoming annoyingly popular lately. Mom asks it. Lila asks it. Beckett asks versions of it without realizing. Why don’t you think you can? Why don’t you think you should? Why are you always shocked when somebody sees something good in you? “I don’t know.” Mrs. Grant leans back. “Yes, you do.” I stare at the applications. “I guess I’m used to being good enough to get by.” “That’s not the same as being 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.