Dont Act Like Im Average Novels & Stories

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.

Duh! “I was only doing it because I don’t want to get sent to the dungeon or tortured.” I hissed in a low voice. “I’m using low powered attacks to downplay my abilities. It’s not that big of a deal.” It really isn’t. You’re always making things into bigger problems than what they really are! I could hear the spectators start to whisper at this unexpected surprise. This is making my anxiety go crazy.

I asked nosily. "Normal. You're not like the other girls I've dated. They starve themselves to death. Keeps on telling me they're fat. Try to impress me with their petty talk and achievements. I hate those pretentious girls. But you, you're different. You don't give a damn of what other people might think about you or your actions. That is normal and I like it. I'm glad we had this date."

"I know what it means." "I don't usually do this. One because I don’t play with people’s feelings and I don’t want a man to play with minds. " "Wow! You do shoot straight. That would be a TKO for an average guy." She had to smile at that. "And let me guess. You're not average?" "Not by a long shot. I thought I had proven that to you. Being that you like to use execution style with men. I should be dead right? But I'm not. You know why?"

"Is that really what you believe? That you're just 'average'?" "Don't say it like that." I fiddle with the edge of the tablecloth. "Objectively speaking, it's the truth. And I'm okay with that." "I politely disagree. Objectively speaking, you're well above average. I'm surprised you haven't realized that." My neck goes warm. "You don't need to - " "You think I'm just flattering you?" "I'm not an idiot." Now my whole body is hot. "There's no reason to pretend that I'm on the same level as the women Luca Fontaine normally dates. That's not helping anyone."

" A look of panic flashed across Nathan's face. After all, he had never seen such an impassive expression on my face. For all those years, I had been gentle and considerate. I had always given unconditionally. There was a tinge of panic in his eyes. "Liv, I—" His friends laughed and interrupted him, and he changed his tone at once. "Fine. I'll be sure to work hard. I hope you find someone you love soon, too, so that you don't continue to badger me fruitlessly." I smiled and said, "You'd better hurry back, or your girlfriend might get annoyed."

said Claire, “you mean the rest of us, right? You’re not including yourself.” “No, Claire, I am including myself. Just because I act like I’m better than everyone doesn’t mean I think I’m great. I have a very low opinion of myself, trust me. It just means I’m constantly being surrounded by people who are even less impressive. It’s very depressing.”

Truth be told, I have always wanted someone to like me for me but I do not really know why anyone would like me. I am not sexy like Ava or hot like Ava, or stylish like Ava, or outgoing like Ava. I am a nerd who does nothing but spend her days in a library because history is fun. And who loves cooking and wearing sundresses and needs glasses. I really don’t have much to offer. I am not even funny. I lack the sense of humor and I am very calculative and I .. I … have never had sex and I don’t plan to sleep with a man I won’t marry and .., and … I really don't see a reason why anyone would like me.

"You know I heard that they love throwing their poop around," "Still better than you," I gasped exaggeratingly, feigning hurt. "So should I start throwing my poop around as well?" Another eye roll "Don't you do that already?" My lips curved into an amused smirk, enjoying this version of her.Not uptight ,not authoritative. She's not acting as if she has a stick up her ass.She's being all laid back ,playful,funny .More reasons to like her, maybe even love her. "Cute,"I said."Anyway, I am smart. I just don't like to show it off more often."

“There it is.” “What?” “You smiled.” “I did not.” “You absolutely did.” “I just……..sighed.” “It looked suspiciously cheerful.” “It wasn’t.” “It’s gone now.” I smooth my expression into something appropriately unimpressed. “You imagined it.” “I rarely imagine things.” “That sounds exhausting.” “It has its moments.” Despite everything…The corner of my mouth threatens to lift again but I refuse to let it. “I don’t know why people find you intimidating.” “Is that so?” “They’re wrong.”