Dont Act Like Im Average Romane & Geschichten

“He talks to me, so that makes me special.” “Delusional,” Sammy scoffed. I narrowed my eyes at her. “You are my biggest hater.” “And I’ll proudly hold the crown,” she smirked. Bella chuckled. “So what’s his deal, anyway?” “He has no deal,” I replied quickly. “That’s the thing. He doesn’t try to impress anyone.” I sighed dramatically. “He’s so handsome, and he doesn’t even act like it. He doesn’t flirt around. He doesn’t brag. He’s not fake-nice like some of the others. He just is. That’s why I like him.”

I really try to act and look normal, but I’m extremely annoyed at absolutely everything and everyone, including myself and Angie. I’m at the level of annoyance where the safest thing for everyone is to stay away and don’t talk to me. I don't even know if annoyance is the right word for how I feel, I'm just pissed off.

It makes my slim frame more elongated and I look taller than my normally crappy height of five feet six. My goal is to dress to impress, return to that persona I spent years perfecting and act like I no longer care or can be affected by him. I am the queen of hiding my feelings and acting like a cold bitch, and it’s time I got back on track and did just that. He won’t see me broken and wounded, he will see me manicured, sexy as hell and not giving a shit about him anymore.

Even if he's someone so rich like he's breathing money everywhere, he won't spend that big just for a whore who's not even special. I had a fair share of suitors. I had boyfriends, and most of them told me I was likable enough, lovely. But I know better. I can be called lovely but I know a lot of girls are much prettier than me. I'm what people call the "average".

“It’s failing.” Noah frowned. “Failing how?” “Like… what if I’m average?” The word tasted awful. “What if I get there and I’m just another guy?” “You will be another guy,” he said. I shot him a look. “Not helping.” He smirked faintly. “You won’t be average.” “You don’t know that.” He leaned forward slightly. “What’s this really about?” I stared at the tile floor for a second. Then the truth slipped out. “I’ve always felt like I had to be something.”

I asked hesitantly, looking up at her. She shook her head firmly. “No. I think you’re special. And smart. Smarter than anyone else here.” Her words warmed me, but she wasn’t done. “But,” she said, her tone more serious now, “the way you act… it makes people think otherwise.” “How should I act, then?” Ava’s smile faded slightly, and she looked at me thoughtfully, as if considering whether or not to say what was on her mind. Finally, she said one word. “Weak.”

"Exactly! Life is too short to settle for average." I laughed. "Well, I guess that's a good attitude. But hey, maybe you should give the regular ones a chance. You never know; they might surprise you." Aurora raised an eyebrow, giving me a suspicious look. "You think so? I've tried, Ava; I really have. But they just don't seem to get me." I smirked, pretending to ponder the situation. "Maybe, just maybe, it's not them. Maybe it's your bad character that's scaring them away."

“You mean unlike the amnesia, and the mysterious past, and the way you look, and the way you keep rolling with punch after punch when a normal person would just go down and stay down? Yeah. You’re totally average, babe.” I blinked at him, biting my lip, trying to decide how much of that could be construed as a compliment. The last part, sure. The rest? I definitely didn’t look average. The average person didn’t have visible ribs. I knew he hadn’t meant to hurt my feelings, but…yeah.

"Wow, thanks. I’m just being myself. You’re imagining things." I’m not proud of trying to gaslight him, but I’m not making myself more vulnerable than I already have. "I do not imagine things. I am bad at imagining things. It is one of my consistent character traits. You know this." "Apparently you’re still pretty good at noticing me being a brat." "You are not being bratty. Bratty has a flavor. I know the flavor. I enjoy it. This is not it." I don’t look at him. "Then I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do."