He Doesn't Like Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

he replied simply. I rolled my eyes, sliding the tomato slices onto a plate. “Of course you don’t.” He smirked, stirring the eggs in the pan. “Tell me something you don’t like doing.” I hesitated, leaning against the counter again. “I don’t like people telling me who I am.” His eyes flicked up to mine, steady, before he looked back at the pan. “Then stop letting them.” The words hit harder than I expected. I busied myself with the bread, popping slices into the toaster just to avoid looking at him. “And you? What don’t you like?”

"But we know I like him, that doesn't mean he likes me." "Right now, we're focusing on you. If there's something you like, are you just going to let it go without even trying to obtain it?" "He's not an object." "Just answer the question." "No, I guess not, not if I can indeed obtain it. But like I said, he's not an object."

This is something else. And I don’t like it. Not one bit.

she whispered. "I doubt that, in fact I'm sure, he doesn't even find me attractive," I tell her. "You are sure?" She asked. "Yes, most times once I touch him, he withdraw his hands, if he did find me attractive, he wouldn't draw his hands away so quickly," I explained. "And also, I suspect he have someone he is interested in," I added. "As he usually zone off talking to me,". "In summary, he doesn't like me and currently I can't love anybody," I finishes.

I said through my teeth. “So I’m right.” He was grinning widely now. “You’re annoying.” “That’s not a denial.” I leaned back into the couch, running a hand through my hair. “This isn’t what you think it is.” “Okay,” he said, holding his hands up. “Explain it to me then.” Sucking my teeth, I stared at the screen for a moment before speaking. “She hates me. She doesn’t like me, not even a little.” “That’s… not what it looks like each time you two hang out.”

I scoff, and he looks up in alarm. “I didn’t say that, Lana.” he snaps and I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Your mom does. And you didn’t deny it.” He runs his hands down his face. “It’s not that I don’t find you worthy. It’s just… sometimes…” “Sometimes what?” I growl, pushing myself up to my knees, my eyes staring him down as he shifts nervously. “It’d be nice of you to show you actually like me.” “I do like you!” I say, gawking at him.

I'm short, sweet, and to the point. "Why do you hate me?" Zander asks. "I don't hate you. But I don't like you either," I say. "There's no way in hell I believe that. So, what's your deal?" He asks. "My deal is, I don't like you. You have a girlfriend, and we're done here," I say. "Can I walk you to my house at least?" Zander asks. "No," I reply. "Ash, you are something, " he says.

He is still standing behind me. "You're stubborn", he says after a long pause. "I don't like stubborn girls", he spits. "Yeah, I am", I say in a cold voice. "And why does that even matter to me? I'm not here to impress you. You're not forced to like me", I shrug. Why the hell is he so annoying? He doesn't like stubborn girls. Why would I care about it? "Yeah. I got it", he sighs, making me surprised. How did he digest that so easily? I still don't look at him.

he yelled and he looked super mad. I frowned, “Why won't I?! You don't like him, Fine! But that doesn't mean I should!” I yelled right back. “Why did you dislike him so much?” “I don't just like him” Jethson replied, I shook my head “See, He hasn't done anything to you. You don't even know him like that and you just dislike him. We will be working together, you at least be nice or pretend to” I said, Jethson didn't look at me.

“I’ll fucking pass,” “You like her?” “No,” he said quickly. I quirked a brow at him, amused. “I don’t like her,” he said quietly this time and I can’t help thinking he’s mostly trying to convince himself that. “Besides, I’m not ready for that type of shit,” he murmured just as we both turn to commotion coming from our left.