Girly Boy Story 소설 & 이야기

And the worst kind of person. The school’s infamous bad boy—the one with the dangerously charming smirk, a reckless attitude, and a reputation so notorious that even teachers sigh in exhaustion at the mere mention of his name. He smokes behind the gym, gets into underground fights, and, if the rumors are true, has even been in illegal car races. There’s even speculation that he once killed someone. And yet, despite all that, girls still line up to throw themselves at him. Jessica included, apparently. But Jack Carter isn’t just a bad boy with a pretty face—he’s also a hockey prodigy.

The story they liked was simpler. Cleaner. Easier to blame on one person. His gaze shifted subtly, scanning the room. Some students stiffened. Others avoided eye contact. Like that detail— Wasn’t supposed to be emphasized. Interesting. --- The teacher stepped back. Another person moved forward. A student this time. One of his friends. Ethan recognized him vaguely. Same guy from the hallway earlier? No. Different. But similar expression. Grief twisted into anger. “They say he was happy,” the boy said, voice tight. “They say he had everything going for him.”

Then, the swiping begins. “He likes your favorite book,” Heather says. I shake my head. “He’s got those veiny muscles. They make me think about drawing blood too much. Next.” Next. Next. The guys with blond hair and blue eyes still look too much like Ryan. The guys that pose shirtless scream “misogynist.” The guys that pose with half-unbuttoned shirts and books scream “misogynist in disguise.” We even find one guy who would normally be exactly my type, a homebody who’s not too muscular or too pretty. I stare at him for a few seconds, willing something to come to life and make me want to go out with him. Nothing.

But as soon as people figured out he had a bit of a mental disability, they all lost interest. I watched the cup tremble in his hands, a sudden feeling of dread creeping up on me. In the next second, the coffee cup tipped over. The brown liquid spread across my skirt. "Hey, what are you..." First, my boyfriend cheated with my sister. Then, some guy spilled coffee all over me. I felt the fire inside me rise, my temper boiling over. I stood up suddenly and glared at the person in front of me, only to realize that he was tall—so tall I had to look up at him.

I say, trying not to sound too excited. She smiles, like she knows a big secret I don't. "She hates it when the boys at school talk to her, she wears those ugly baggy clothes. She doesn't doo her hair or wear any makeup. She says and I picture Celeste in my mind. I like the that knowing that she hates other boys and it's not just me. "And she's pure, Never been touched." She adds and it takes everything in me not to smile. I love the sound of that very much.

Dylan says. I roll my eyes, “I miss you too.” “Soooo,” Tommy starts, “How was your first day?” “It was...interesting. I made 2 friends. Charlie and Maddy.” “Charlie! Who said you could speak to boys?” Ryan says. “Calm down, Charlie is short for Charlotte. You’ll be happy to know that all of the boys I have interacted with so far are complete assholes so I will definitely not be pursuing any of them.” “They were assholes to you? What did they do? Do we need to come kick their asses?” Tommy asks in rapid succession.

Like I was some princess under surveillance inside my own wonderland, making sure I was the perfect sweet girl in their make-believe fairy tale and pleasing them like happy ever after is possible. However, that night, I was already fed up after what Jane had said to me so I drown myself to alcohol and weeds and I accidentally bumped to the two infamous "Mean Girls' of all time. I got bored listening to their sarcastic remarks so I just knocked them down to shut them up. Luckily, I used to practice boxing when some rude guy molested my sister during our summer camp. He was perfect enough to be my punching bag at that moment. So the two meany girls weren't able to fight back.

Then they come back to it's natural colour, "Don't be shy, Vanilla. I know you have a thing for bad boys." "What? No!" I say, looking at him as I shake my head, "Is that— Is that why you're acting like this? You think I'd like you more?" He sighs, "You're so stupid. That's another thing about you I hate. Your obliviousness so I'd tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a boy who was locked up—" "I know this story."

Her beautiful brown hair complemented her shiny brow skin. "My name is Christabel Daniels, you look very pretty. I love your hair." "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." I said to her. She giggled. "You look more beautiful when you smile." " Aww, thank you. What happened with you and Sarah?" Christalbel said. "She was just being a bitch. Is she always like that?" Christabel chuckled and said, " did you by any chance talk to her boyfriend or something? She can be really jealous when it comes to him." Lol, because of ordinary boy. Wonders shall never end. The boy isn't even my type.