Dont Act Like Im Average Novels & Stories

Awkwardly, I said, scratching my head. "True enough, but she lacks elegance." He teased, and he chuckled in contentment. Groaning, I felt irked at his comment. But, it only amuses him to see my irritated face, so I wore a poker face. Plus, I don't want him to further poke fun at me or Dreanna. This guy never really fails to annoy me anytime. I think it's the only impression I have of him that didn't change. "Shall we go take a nice walk? We both need fresh air. What do you think?" I offered as a way to ignore my boiling blood.

“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.”

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.

“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."

“Are you… offended?” “Nope, not at all,” Ava replied casually, shrugging her shoulders as if it was no big deal. “He is all of those things, actually. Zayden has never been the type to get people to like him. He acts like a complete asshole so people don’t see the real him.” Her voice softened for a second, carrying something unspoken, before she blinked and caught herself. “Sorry… am I talking too much?” “No! Of course not,” Lia reassured quickly, leaning in a little. She was actually intrigued. Ava wasn’t like most girls, she was straightforward, honest, almost refreshing.

She seemed like someone who had a tough and rough personality, but she sometimes acted like she had loose screws in her head, and she was starting to seem like a frustrated person to me. "You know, Mia, it really wouldn't kill you to just announce like a normal person instead of trying to act out like you've lost your mind. Your attitude is starting to become embarrassing, and I'm just not seeing you as a sane person anymore," I told her honestly, wondering why she enjoyed just acting crazily for no reason.