Novel & Cerita He Doesn't Like Me

He asked. I shake my head. "Then what's up with him?" Channing asked again. "Nick doesn't...." I pressed my lips together. "Doesn't?" I took a deep breath in, "He doesn't like love." "What?" Channing snorted. "Nick doesn't like the idea of falling in love. He doesn't want love." I said clearly. Channing's eyes flared momentarily as it looked at me. I smiled ruefully, "So I think it's better if I wont tell him about how I feel."

“He likes you.” “No, he does not. Don’t be absurd. He hates the heck out of me. He fired me once and will probably fire me again.” “Ginny, stop avoiding the issue. Do you like him?” “No, I don’t.” “What don’t you like about him?” “Everything.” “Everything? Name one.” “His stupid stare, like he’s waiting for me to make a mistake.” “Then there’s the way he stands and watches me when I’m with his mom.”

I have to calm down like she told me. He was riling me up but I shouldn't fall for it. It's obvious he doesn't like me, which is coming as a surprise since he doesn't know me. Unless Sandy must have told him that I hated his kind “I don't believe in your existence. Even with Sandy telling about you and...and little happenings in my life, which I believe are coincidence, I still don't believe”

I said, watching him laugh in response. “Actually, I don’t really care about her hating or liking me, and I don't give a damn about anybody's feelings towards me. I just do what I want when I want,” he said. “I see you are getting bitter,” I teased, rolling my eyes as he stayed silent. I knew one thing for sure: he did not like the fact that Tracy did not like him, and even if he tried everything possible, she still hated him badly.

He walked past me slowly. “I don’t like coffee,” he said. “I prefer tea.” I blinked slightly. “A lot of sugar,” he continued. That was… unexpected. I didn’t say anything. “I hate silence when I’m working,” he added. “But I hate noise when I’m resting.” I frowned a little. That didn’t even make sense. He glanced at me briefly. “I don’t like being touched,” he said calmly. “So don’t do it unless I do it first.” My chest tightened slightly at that. Then he paused. For a second, I thought he was done. But then he spoke again. “I don’t like bees.”

what if he doesn't like me like I like him? " Did I make you feel uncomfortable?. you don't have to answer if you don't want to " he said and I smiled " It's fine and we have to tell each other the truth anyway " I said still smiling at him " Yes I am in love with someone " I answered " my turn, are you in love with someone too? " I asked him " Yes " his reply was short and simple. It had me thinking of different things, who does he like?. is she pretty?. does she goes to our school?. Do I know her?. a lot of things were in my mind as I stared at him.

I was starting to get frustrated. “I'm definitely not playing the partner game with you.” He moved closer to me, “I don't like you,not even a little bit and I'm not going to deny that.” “And you think I like you, you moron?” I tilted my head, “I like nothing about you, but if I'm to tolerate you so that Venus can be fine,then I'd gladly do it.” He stared at me slightly, his eyes moving around my face as though he was searching for something.

He shouts at me, his red face shivering. "What?" I snap at him. "After all, you all don't like me," I furiously wipe away a tear. "Theo..." He whispers after a few seconds. "Why do you think we don't like you? We all like you." A sob escapes my mouth and a few tears slither down the corner of my eyes. "It's a lie! Nobody at that house likes me, except Hazel. You don't like me, your wife also doesn't like me and Scarlett hates me with all her guts. I don't like living there. I just wanna leave."

He is like a bad itch that won't go away, and I hate him so damn much for getting under my skin! We won't ever become friends!

I never imagined that his best friend would also be one of them. I honestly don’t know the reason why he doesn’t like me; we haven't had a conversation yet, and he already showed me his hatred for me to my face. He obviously doesn’t care. I feel sick of everything that is going on; it’s just too much going on at the same time, and a few hours ago I had a conversation with Liam; he sounded very confident about getting me back, and I know for a fact that it’s never going to happen again. I don’t see myself ever returning to him again, but Liam can be ruthless; whenever he sets his heart to do something, he always makes sure that he does it.