Novel & Cerita Good Comebacks To Say To Jerks

" So why are you talking to me like that?" " Talking like what?" Let's give you the taste of your medicine brother haha " Come on, cold like this? I exaggerated, I'm sorry, Can you forgive your very old brother?" " I forgive you, now that you heard what you want. Would you please excuse me?" Okay! It's fun backfiring his very own statement at him haha.. He laughed and hugged me, " I always knew that you got your jerk-ness from me." He pulled away and said, " Now stop playing hard to get and eat your breakfast."

She felt a bit of sincerity from the least expected person. "But since you ruined my lovely morning, you have to pay me back, Ms. Ugly. Meet me at 10pm sharp in my room." He said turning his gaze at her with a blank expression.

“You’re quite adorable when you're furious. Did I ever tell you that?” What? I’m taken back by his words. A pleasant personal opinion of me. A compliment. It sends me reeling for a moment, but I snap back quickly, because no one ever gets too close. I don’t let them and there’s no way that I’m admitting that his words of calling me adorable got to me. “And most of the time I’m furious with you, so thanks for taking me seriously. Jerk.”

Jerk. During a break he came up to me by the coffee machine. “You’ve gotten better,” he told me, as if we were still teenagers playing catch-up. “You asked the smartest questions today.” “That almost sounded like a compliment.” “Don’t get used to it.” I rolled my eyes but heat curled underneath my skin. “You know, some people grow out of being

I glared. "Maybe he gives himself too much credit." "Or maybe I'm that good the bitch forgot I was raping her and began to enjoy it." I countered. Jericho burst into laughter, tossing the bone aside. "Are you done?" "Barely even begun. I knocked her out after she tried to kick me in the groin." "Feisty." Jericho commented. "I came out here to offer a warning, just in case the screams get too loud you can always turn on the TV. It's their home afterall."

He in turn groaned in reluctance, and a moment's stillness later, he spoke like he was spilling gold out of his pie-hole, "I am the one who you like to call the Jerk Mummy King." Do you ever just forget to hide your expressions for a minute and then you're like 'I did not mean to make that face out loud'? Yes. That face. I was making exactly that face right about now. The Oh-sh*t-I'm-screwed face. Think! Think Lithe think! You are the sassy, smartassy most awesome little lollipop triple dipped in brilliance. Making an excuse is a piece of cake. Anything will do. Just speak up. You know you have got this. You can do this!

The absolute jerk just grinned back, looking thoroughly pleased with himself for successfully getting under my skin. "I heard that!" I yelled back over my shoulder. A loud, booming laugh was the only response he gave me.

Excuse me? Did this insufferable jerk just call me a crappy prankster? “How tragic is your life, Lex?” I fired back, stepping into his space. “Had to stoop low enough to flirt with the ‘crappy prankster’?” I feigned a pout. “Pathetic. Truly.” Cheers erupted. The crowd was eating this up like popcorn. “You could always ask me out, then,” Lex volleyed. “Sure. Get out,” I shot back without blinking. “I can make you happy.”

“And maybe now that you have, you’ll stop being such a jerk to me.” He said it so evenly, so completely deadpan, that I pushed him before I’d finished processing it — a short, reflexive shove that he absorbed without moving much. “I stopped being a jerk to you a long time ago,” I said. “I’m actually nice to you.” “Nice,” he repeated, with the specific tone of someone reviewing evidence that doesn’t fully support the conclusion. “You did save my life. I’ll give you that. And carry me through the rain. So — marginally less jerk than before. You’re still in the category though.”

“What was that silly stunt you just pulled? We need to talk.” Another text buzzed in, and this time from the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever known. My father. “You need to come home. Now.”