He Doesn't Like Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

"If only she liked the real you." That got him quiet. Too quiet. His eyes narrowed, face unreadable. "You like me?" he asked. I blinked. "You dumb motherfucker. I don't hate you, but I don't like you either. You're just a dangerous fake to me." "You're aggravating." "I'm just not on your side. There's a difference, believe it or not," I snapped, though my voice shook a little. Inside, my stomach was doing backflips. Fear had me in a chokehold.

"Uhm, I don't really like guys. But, I don't hate them too. I'm neutral. " "Then, I'm proton. " I glared at him. "You're not funny. " "Just kidding! But seriously? You don't like guys? Haven't you have a guy you admire? Like? Love? " He asked. "Like I said, I don't like guys. I don't give them my precious time. It's waste. They'll just play with you and leave you, " I answered. "What? You're too bitter. " "Tsk, enough. I don't like guys. Period. "

I say. “There’s this girl I like,” he starts over. “I mean, I really like her. I can’t get her out of my mind. The very thought of her makes me go crazy with excitement.” “So what’s the problem?” I ask. “She can’t stand me. She doesn’t even try to hide her dislike for me, and it’s driving me insane. I’ve tried everything. And every time I think that there’s a slight chance she’s changed her mind, she goes and flips the script on me,” he says, devastation on his face.

His hand rested awkwardly on my shoulder for a beat longer before he finally withdrew it. For a long moment, he just stood there. Silent. His eyes raking me. Then, with a rough sigh that sounded like it cost him something, he muttered, "I don't like you." The words punched through the haze of grief. I stared up at him, blinking stupidly through the blur of tears. Good. Another person to add to the list. "I didn't like you the first time we met," he continued, voice flat as stone. "Still don't."

Was he trying to say that he was jealous? "You don't need to like all my friends Knight." "I don't care how many friends you have I just don't like this one in particular." He said still maintaining his focus on the road. "Hmm...." I hummed getting interested. "And what reason would you have not to like him."

“Hey, hate is a strong word. I dislike him but I don’t really hate him. Also, Bethany is his mate.” I told him and watched his mouth fall open in shock.

Then he turned to me, face grim. “Riven. I don't want you to like me back. It would be bad for your health. Liking me back would only cause you disaster and pain. Nothing good will come out of it. I'm terrible. I'm bad. I'm what your parents and the society asked you to stay away from.” He paused. “Don't you ever like me back. Because the day you do is the day I start hating you.” I watched him, uncertain of how I should feel. The air was almost uncomfortable now. It was almost like—

Surely, he didn't mean that he liked me because that would just be ridiculous. "Most people try to get me to like them somehow whenever they get a chance to meet me, but for whatever reason, you don't. Infant, you kind of look like you would rather be anywhere else but where I am and that is what fascinates me." "Maybe it's because you are a billionaire and am not." I reasoned. "So you mean you don't like rich people?" He cocked his head to the side as he regarded me thoughtfully. "Well they are usually rude and obnoxious so I try my best to stay away from them."

48.5 I don't like the way he is changing his sentence. I don't like what he's going to say to us and I don’t even want to hear it but at the same time I want to. I do not like where this conversation is going. I don't wanna hear it. I don't wanna hear what he found out because even the thought of it makes me cry already. It is already hurting my heart.

I gave him a skeptical look. He popped a piece of gum into his mouth and said, "They're all annoying on any given day." "What, are you allergic to friendship?" I shot back. He rolled his eyes but smiled. "Allergic to friendship," he repeated, chewing his gum. "I don't like being indebted to people, and having 'best friends' is a commitment I'm not actively seeking." "I understand," I said. "You don't want anyone tying you down—" "One person can tie me down," he interrupted, glancing at me. "You're smiling."