He's Just Not Into You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just enough for him to register the weight behind the question. Then he laughs. A full, amused laugh. “Oh, Marcella,” he says. “That question already tells me too much. So this is the reason for the call.” “Please don’t tease me.” I groan. “Just asking for a friend.” “RealIy? A friend?? Anyways I tease because I care,” he says lightly. “Now listen. When I like someone and they don’t like me back, I don’t give up.” I frown. “You don’t?”

“I don’t know. You’re just kinda… bland. Buttoned-up. Straight-passing. It’s boring.” I blinked at him. “So… we’re not gay enough for you?”

I plainly said, and he looked a little disappointed that I wasn’t inviting him in. “We are dating now. Call me Hunter. Have a good night, Sophia.” He turned and stalked back to his car. I watched his back, admiring his physique until I shook my head and unlocked the door. Deep down, I knew I would fall for him if Hunter kept this behavior going. And then I’ll be truly fucked! Hunter knew how to play the dating game. He went five days without contacting me until I received a message alert from an unknown number on my phone.

Cleaning up the broken mirror and making myself look pretty again for him, because he doesn't like when I looked bad. I know what he did was to show me, remind me that he loves me. If he didn't care then he wouldn't react the way he did. Blake comes in to the room and says "you know Ana, I just want you to be the best version of yourself, that's why sometimes I have to do what you make me do. I love you but you need an adjustment", I silently agree nodding my head, that was his apology or what I justified as one, he shouldn't have to tell me twice.

“What the fuck has gotten into you? She gave off all signals that she's pretty much into you.” I picked up my glass, swirling the shiny red liquid in it about for a while. “Honesty is a virtue. You should try it sometime, man.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I shrugged. “I turned her down because I'm not interested. It's that simple.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why? You're normally not this laid back when it comes to chicks,” he glanced at Manny. “Help me here, man. Max has gone all soft. He hasn't hooked up with any girl in months.”

Jane suddenly stood up. Jay took a deep breath and added quietly, “Maybe, maybe I’m with her because… the girl I really like probably won’t ever like me back.” “ What do you mean?” Jane looked at him, confused, trying to read his face. Jay took a step closer, his gaze locking onto hers. “I mean... maybe I’m just not good enough for her. She doesn’t even talk to me properly. She always tries to avoid me, so what am I supposed to do?” He was standing so close that Jane felt a little trapped, but she didn’t move.

he cut into my words as if he had been speaking before when in reality he wasn't then in a heavy groan he told me "You are actually not my type,"I had expected a million other sentences other than that and I found myself questioning what I heard from him then he went on saying that he couldn't ever see himself really attracted to you this was really funny. "To say that I'm not your type and yet you get me drunk to sleep with you," He groaned again. "Listen very closely and don't try to play smart you are not my type and I would never sleep with a woman that is not what I'm into,"

She stormed off. I giggled. "Didn't think you would reject her." "I'm not into easy girls." He replied while still reading his book. We were in the school garden. Mallory was taking a little nap by a tree. And I was left with Mr. Few words. His answers are, yes, no, maybe, and many more. "So what's your type." I asked while opening my chocolate bar. He set the book down and looked at me. "I'm not into anyone. I don't do love and all relationship crap." He replied and then went back to his book.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” She tilted her head. “But that’s not love, Raina. It’s infatuation.” I looked away. “Try telling him that.” “I have,” she said, her voice gentle. “But he doesn’t listen. Not yet, anyway.” I hesitated. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. Your personal life just happens to be annoyingly loud.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying this way too much. “Well, since you’re so invested, maybe you’d like to hear the real reason?” I folded my arms. “Not really.” “Too bad.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was about to tell me the secret to the universe. “I turned her down because I have my eye on someone else.” I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I scoffed. “Wow. Tragic. Who’s the unfortunate soul?”