Novel & Cerita He's About To Do Something Stupid

One stupid mistake. My fingers hovered over the screen, trembling. My vision blurred as I read the message again, slowly, letting the words sink in. A breathless, bitter laugh escaped me. "Right. A little mistake," I muttered. I didn't even care about the part where he said he loved her more. What burned was him calling it one stupid mistake. "Sleeping with my best friend," I whispered, a shaky, humorless laugh catching in my throat. "Just a little mistake." My thumb hovered over the screen, the taste of bitterness sharp on my tongue.

“Because no normal person pulls shit like that without proper preparation.” I wisely do NOT mention that I’ve nailed that jump about a hundred times — and only messed it up because I was distracted by her devastating existence. “Just let me finish,” I say. “I’m sorry. But I’m also … not sorry. I needed it.” “It was stupid,” she says. Angry. Hurt. Maybe both. “Some very sexy girl once told me men do stupid things,” I add gently. “Comes with the testicles.” She huffs. “It seems the bigger the testicles, the bigger the ego. The more stupid.”

“If you’re gonna do something stupid tonight, at least do it with the good stuff.” I should snap at him. Should tell him to keep his money and his attitude. Instead a laugh slips out—short, rusty, the first real one in weeks. “Big assumption I’m doing something stupid.” Those storm-blue eyes lock on mine. “Pretty girl in a killer dress, alone on a Tuesday, drinking whiskey she clearly hates and checking her phone every ten seconds like it’s gonna bite her. Yeah. I’m assuming.” My fingers freeze halfway to the phone I was absolutely about to check again.

“I shouldn’t have poked the hornet’s nest years ago, and I made suffer all these while, dropping out of school, God, how do you not hate me??? I am an incredibly shitty person and all I have done is shitty things to you. I even held a gun to your head. God! What was I thinking??” It’s the full show. Tears, snot, goosebumps, and everything in between. “Hey… hey… shit. Don’t cry.” he says, fumbling with the cuffs, I just sit there with my head hung low. “Are you by any chance, a masochist??” I ask in between tears, “What??” he laughs as he undoes the second cuff. His hands come under my chin, pulling my face up so I look at him, but I can’t bring myself to.

" I am stupid. She needs to concentrate on her study and practice... Control yourself, You Idiot!" But he never knew that his future held different plans for him.

“Someone had to stop you from doing something stupid.” “Letting me leave isn’t stupid—” “Walking home in a storm while soaking wet?” He tilts his head. “That’s the definition of stupid. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve always been stupid when it comes to making decisions.” My hands curl into fists. “Fuck you.” “You already said that.” He pushes off the door and steps closer. “Come up with something new.” “Get out of my way, Cain.” “Or what?” “Or I’ll move you myself.”

I say, and he nods before starting the vehicle. "Now I guess it's time for us to head home and discuss with this little friend of yours so she can open her mouth and tell us why the fucking hell she would be so stupid to just head out like that to such a crowded place," he says and starts the vehicle as a slight laughter escapes my lips.

"And you're planning to walk through the door without any plan or backup. That's stupid." Did he call me stupid ?! I scoff. "I've walked into worse. So I suggest you stick to your hobby of playing with computers and not advising me what I need to do." "Wow, you are so full of yourself Black..." he says. "But you've never walked into worse while half your mind was somewhere else." I don't answer that because he is partly right. My mind is with Stella and what Dmitri could be doing to her every second I'm not saving her.

He is the kind of nervous that a man is when a man has done a thing, and the thing is the kind of thing that can not be un-done. I did something stupid, he says. What? I called HR. And I called PR. And I told them we are dating. My heart stops. The kind of stopping that a heart does when a man has just said the kind of thing that a man does not un-say. The kind of stopping that is the entire world. What?

What’s wrong with him! “You’re the stupid here Erille, you just fucking look on where you’re about to step this won’t happen to you! If you’re not stupid you won’t have this sprain!” he hazes at me with a heavy breath, I grab my heels and show them to him. “DO YOU SEE THIS! THIS IS FUCKING 6 INCHES HIGH! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME, THE CLUB IS DARK AND I’M WEARING THIS IT’S NORMAL FOR ME TO HAVE MISTAKES AND FALL!! DO YOU GET THAT, OR DO YOU WANT ME TO THROW THIS TO YOUR STUPID HEAD, SO YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND!!!” I said, it’s not my fault that the club was dark, and I can have mistaken in my life like this. Performing was tiring.