He's About To Do Something Stupid Novels & Stories

He felt that Charlie was not only crazy but also extremely stupid. So, he looked at Charlie with a playful expression and smiled as he said, "Kid, you cannot pretend to be so forceful when you’ve just entered the arena. You have to use your brains! In this case, my god-grandson is your only trump card. If I were you, I would definitely fight to the end with this trump card. I didn't expect you to take the initiative to send this trump card back. It's really amazing how stupid you can be. This is the first time I've seen someone like you in so many years."

Well, they were calm before but now, I realize, it was just a silence before the storm. “And for your kind information, Ms, you are the one who is being stupid here by shouting in vain!” Now it is getting easier for him to intimidate me. “That’s right, isn’t it? You do the wrong stuff and put all the blame on me?” “Can’t you stop yelling?” “Can’t you stop talking nonsense and just apologise to me?” “I won’t!” “Now who’s sounding sti-u-peed?” I emphasize the word ‘stupid’ to let him know what is the real meaning of stupid.

All his life he had never been that lucky. "Stupid...stupid...stupid!" He banged his fist a few times onto his desk. Then made the mistake of banging the last one a bit too strong that he actually hurt himself against the edge of his desk. "So fucking stupid." He cursed lowly when he saw the cut and blood tracing down to his fingers.

“Growth sucks ass. Welcome to emotional puberty.” His laugh is a broken, humorless huff. Good. He’s not spiraling. He’s thinking. Hurting, but thinking. “Come on,” I say. “Before you do something spectacularly stupid, like serenade her window or bench press a cop car.” He doesn’t move at first. Then slowly, shakily, he nods. We walk. No more shouting. Just two idiots trying to pretend the world didn’t shift ten minutes ago. He stops once more, staring back toward her house, eyes glassy like he’s lost and furious about it.

“You are unbelievable! I can’t believe I’m stuck with someone so stupid, why did I ever meet someone so dumb! You must think that this is just one big joke and I’m nothing but a paranoid bastard, don’t you? You have no idea how dangerous these people are, do you? They will use you, and when they are done, they will kill you. That’s what they’ll do!” he yelled in my face. “So what am I supposed to do now?” I asked. “Do nothing! Just act normal and let me take it from here. He won’t get away from it, trust me.” he asserted firmly.

Am I not going to die of pain soon? At this moment there’s only one thing going through my mind and that’s how stupid I am if there’s an award for the stupidest person on planet Earth it would be me. I’m so very stupid. I’m stupid for believing that we had a chance together. I’m even more stupid for believing that he’ll look at me the way he looks at his flings even if it’s lust in his eyes at least he’ll look at me and find something interesting about me. And I’m extremely stupid for thinking he’ll see me as more than just a friend

The self-doubt gnawed at him, amplifying his sense of foolishness. As he finally pulled up outside Vivian's house, he sighed deeply, his gaze fixed on the front door. He felt a mix of nervousness and apprehension, unsure of what the upcoming conversation would bring. "Stupid," he muttered again, his voice tinged with frustration. He realized that he needed to face the consequences of his actions, whatever they might be, and try to make things right.

He put his hands out, "I mean we all do stupid things and we all do bad things we would like to keep secret no?" "Yes." I nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope rising within me. "Hell I've had some very bad thoughts I'd never want your mother to know about." He shrugged, "Having them now actually." "What are you talking about?" "Anyway, I could forget this; I'd even still get the car for you. After all, one dumb thing shouldn't hurt that much," he gave me a strange smile, "And I'm sure you'd be a good girl for me from now on."

Isn't that what all hot and rage these days? "No", he said with an evil glint in his eyes. "What do you mean?", I asked him dumbly. "Babe you hardly think about consequences while doing stupid shit. Now you will think before pulling anymore stunt", he said starting to leave. "Untie me you bastard", I shouted not even giving a horse shit about who listens to our fight. He didn't acknowledge me or even look my way before striding out triumphantly.

I mumble, throwing a fry at him. He laughs, full-bodied. “You still with that crazy fine girl? What’s her name—Paulina? She the one that threatened to burn your mom’s wig off or was that someone else?” I cough into my drink. “You’re mad stupid, bro.” “I know.” He shrugs proudly. “But I’m smart stupid. Functional stupid.” I laugh again. But it fades quick. He notices. “Yo. What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” I lie. “Just… Joel.”