He Doesn't Like Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's not what I'm thinking. "I..." He trailed off and took a deep breath. "I like you" Fucking hell! The world must be ending. Cause why me? Why always me? "I'm not saying this for you to like me back or to make you uncomfortable." He rubbed the back of his neck, unable to even look at me. Now I feel bad. "It's okay" I heaved a sigh. "you already know I don't like you so it's cool" There was no need to be awkward about it or make things hard.

I pause, and watch him grow increasingly uncomfortable. "And for some reason, you don't like me." I round off.

I don't like him, why can't he just leave me the fuck alone. “No it's not, and I know you love me too.” I laughed out so hard that it's been long I had a smirk. “You can't be serious? You? Of all the guys in the world, you would be who I will be in love with?” “Yes!” “No! Not ever! Never. I don't like you, why can't you see that, Frank?” “Me neither, I also don't know why I can't see that as well, Zira.”

I asked him with the last energy in me. He frowned. "Yes! You're not my type. I mean, dating you is an insult to my reputation. There are many girls I'm craving to be with, and you're not even close to being any of them. I like someone else. I don't want you at all. For your sake, get rid of your love for me." "But—"

Not of the bond. Not of the future. He was afraid of my answer, his eyes searched mine. "Do you like me?"

He apologizes " Don't be, I don't mind at all you can alway have your coffee" I inform " No, I can't. I like being close to you Sia, and I don't want to in convenience you, besides tea is not that bad" He says as he takes a sip, with an abject smile indicating that he doesn't like it. ' And he says he doesn't love me, I have to say for a womanizer, he's pretty dumb about his own emotions'- I think

He probably doesn’t want to scare me in any way. God, I love him.

At first he doesn't say anything, forcing me to add on to what I've said. " I get the sense that you might not like him, because you've been leaving every time he comes around and if he were to show up now, you would again. " I sigh. " Please tell me if there's a problem I'm not aware of." " I'm sorry cuz but I don't exactly like your boyfriend and I don't think I ever will." I'm speechless to say the least, more so his expression. It's unapologetic and real with his words.

I have to really like someone to want to say anything to them at all. “So… are you forcing yourself to talk to me now?” Again, I thought I saw a hint of color in his face. He looked at the ground for a second, put his hands on his hips and then shook his head. When he looked back at me, he didn’t answer the question directly, only said, “The less people I have to talk to in a day, the better.” “But it’s not because you’re shy. You’re not that.” “Nope. I just don’t like most people, that’s all.”

I scoff and shake my head. "I am not attracted to him," I say with defeat, the exhaustion starting to get to me. "How many times do I have to tell you? I really, truly don't like him. I'm not attracted to him in any way. Ugh, ew. I want to go home," I throw the covers off me. A throbbing pain reminds me to retain from sudden movements.