He Doesn't Like Me Novels & Stories

As his eyes land on me, he shakes his head. He doesn’t like this. Neither do I.

I had forgotten I’d once told him something like that. “But don’t get close to him.” His voice lowered. “I don’t like it.” “Why?” I asked flatly. “Why don’t you like it?” He couldn’t possibly be using an excuse like that because he’s jealous of Mr. Ed, could he? “Don’t say such cheesy things. You couldn’t possibly like me, right?” He looked me straight in the eye. “What if I do?”

Since her return from abroad, the two of them had been inseparable. I had no desire to see Charles, much less their sickening displays of affection. They were like animals in heat. Charles appeared just as I turned to leave, and his voice was heavy with displeasure. “Are you following me?” It was not entirely unreasonable for him to think so. I had followed him for seven years through high school and university. I would think the same too if I were him. “Charles, narcissism is an illness. You should have it treated.” I shoved my medical report into my bag and tried to leave.

what’s his interest in me? “Why? You got a problem with me?” I coldly asked. He’s smiling but I look at him emotionless. “No. No. I just want to know you more” he said. “You’ll get nothing, don’t even try. I’m telling you I don’t like you, not in a romantic way but… I don’t like guys. You can leave” I told him and turn my attention back to my food. “Quinn… he just got here and besides we will entertain him”

"Of course, it's different! We're friends and I didn't expect you to ask me things like that..." He chuckled. "Well, I'm just kidding. I won't date a woman I don't like." My eyes narrowed. "In that case, you don't like me? You hate me?" He started the car again at the go signal. "I mean, I don't like you romantically." I nodded and took a deep breath there. "Good to hear that. Don't joke like that. You're shocking me." He grinned. "Why do you seem disappointed? Maybe you really want to date me?"

he throws back, eyes heated, "If my dick enjoys it, why question it? The universe doesn't have control on your body, I'm pretty sure the universe does not give a shit about you." "Well, it feels like it hates me specifically," I let out, but then I look away because I know I sound stupid. He just doesn't get it, "I gave up, though. I guess my dick likes you, so... there you go." "No, you still haven't said anything I want to hear!" he d tries to push me away, "Say something about me that you like or I'm leaving." I could name about a hundred things I don't like, but I don't. Because I'm choosing the non-toxic path.

I ignored him. "Oh? Look who's talking! How do you know about dating? As far as I can remember you're just a nerd who sometimes goes out of his cave! You rather stay at your office and do some paperwork. What are you doing here anyway? You're not even invited!" He always has an energy that makes me irritated. Those fake smiles on his lips, Irritated me more. "Well, I don't need your invitation, 'cause the owner invited me. And look at you? look so stressed over a guy!" he rapidly answered.

he said, and I stopped myself from jumping into the pit he had dug for me. “I don’t know what I feel, and I am not going down that road. Moreover, he doesn't like me either, so…” I shrugged and drank again from my cup. I was not a fan of alcohol because it either burnt or left a tingling sensation in my throat as I drank. “He doesn’t like you? Do you think that?” “I know that,” I said in an affirmative tone. Taylor didn't like me; he was just nice, a junior being nice to a freshman.

Who wouldn't? "Okay, I can do this," I thought to myself. "I just need to stand up and talk to Jason like a responsible adult and tell him I like him." But as soon as the words formed in my mind, panic set in. "Oh my God!" I screamed internally. "I like Jason Thorne, but how can I like him? What about Eva? And why did Jason lean in for that kiss? Does he like me too? Oh, this is such a big mess!"

he trailed. I looked at him and gasped. “Why would she do that?” What the hell? He chuckled weakly. “She doesn’t like Hannah,” he confessed. “Actually, not even one person around me likes her for me.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Where’s all the hate coming from?” He glanced at me and shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because they don’t see the good in her like I do.” I nodded. He played with his fingers as he looked so sunken and sullen at the same time.