He Doesn't Like Me Novels & Stories

“What?” “I don’t really care, Mel. I mean, yeah, I still like him, but he made it pretty clear he doesn’t like me, and honestly, it’s okay. It hurts, but I got to move on, my world shouldn’t revolve around him, at least, not anymore.” She says and I stayed quiet. “If you’re the one he likes, it’s an understatement.” She adds and I roll my eyes. “And if you like him too-” Now I was the one who cut her off.

I pondered on his question in my mind and probed myself whether I really do hate him. I let out a deep sigh. “I don’t hate you.” A tiny breath escaped from his lips. “But you don’t like me.” I didn’t respond. It was too soon for me to say that I liked him. More than that, I’m not even supposed to like him at all. He chuckled, although it felt like he was disappointed by my lack of answer. “I don’t know you,” I responded. “I can’t like people that I don’t know well.”

I nod, mentally filing away this new piece of information about him. "And what about dislikes?" He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm not a big fan of liars, and I don't like the taste of seafood." He states, raising up his hand. "I know, I know, it's practically sacrilegious, but I just can't stand the taste." I laugh, shaking my head in amusement. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not a big fan of seafood or liars either." He grins. "Looks like we have something in common then."

He ask again with so much excitement and hope on his face. "I don't like ice cream, I don't like cold foods." I answered that made him glared at me. I can't understand him. He have a lot of friends. Why is he wasting time with me? It is more fun if he hang out with them instead. "You don't like ice creams but you are as cold as them." He uttered in a disappointed voice before looking away and move his self away from me. Just like what I said, I can't understand him. But maybe watching him sulk in front of me will just going to annoy the shit out of me. I let a heavy sigh again this time before licking my lip.

"I don't wanna talk about her. It's gross that she… likes me." My eyes grew wide. I was surprised to hear him say that. "Gross? Pardon?" I narrowed my eyes at him, getting irritated by his prattle. His face darkened further. The smile on his lips suddenly disappeared. An expression grew on his face, and I couldn't decipher what that expression meant. "Yes. I don't like the fact that she likes me. It makes me feel terrible. We're supposed to be friends, not lovers," he uttered, sounding angry.

he suddenly asked out of nowhere, looking at everything but me. "No." "Then can we-" "No... look, I.. don't like mates. Or marriage. Because I don't trust people." "Then... we can be friends and start?" "I don't think so. Just so you told me yesterday, we just met. I already have someone I like." What the... What now? Who's the person I like? I don't even have anyone. "Don't tell me you like your best friend." "Ugh, no. I mean, why did you ask that?"

I mean, did he likes me? ‘In your dreams.’ My other self just sneered at me. He blew a hard breath. “I just don’t like the guy. Stay away from him, okay?” Are we that close to getting an opinion from him? I don’t remember getting that close to him. I shrugged. “How about this Chris guy?”

He kept stammering What! If not, he wouldn't have kiss me! If they were not insulting me, he wouldn't have kissed me ? I frown And here I am scared that he likes me I scoff But Well it's a good thing he doesn't like me ,he's just protecting his image "Of course I'm not angry with you, everybody in your shoes will try as much as possible to save his\her image and you're no different" I said He had a slight frown on his face and muttered some words

His absence crashes into me hard, and I writhe, needing something, anything. “I … I don’t like him more than I like you. It’s equal.” “Prove it.” He dares.

“But what’s with you and Allison, really? I mean, it’s obviously not just about work.” He hesitated for a second too long. “Nothing, really, nothing,” he insisted. I gave him that look, the one that waited out half-truths. Finally, he sighed. “Okay, for the hundredth time… I just think she doesn’t like me. And I don’t see us vibing, you know?” I chuckled. “And for the hundredth time, Allison is a lovable person. Sure, she can be a handful, annoying even, but once you get to know her, you’d like her.”