He's Just Not Into You Novels & Stories

she explained, seemed sad about it. “What am I supposed to do?” I asked, taking a deep breath, looking away from Tress, “is that a question?” she teased, I rolled my eyes. “girl, if a guy isn’t into you…you should start moving on, that’s the code” she suggested, “he’s twenty four seven nearby, how could I do that?” I asked, in my case that was nearly impossible.

'And you're feeling lost and angry for some reason, so bad idea. “You can go for it,” I smiled gently. “But you’ll exhaust yourself. He’s not into you at all."

“If you’re angry or hurt—do something about it. Yell, scream, cry… I don’t know.” “And will that change anything?” I asked, looking up at him. He opened his mouth as if to answer but shut it again, frustration flickering across his face. “My intention is never to hurt you, Gianna,” he said, exhaling sharply. “I just… I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to have someone in my life, to share my space, my world. It’s foreign to me. I don’t do romance, and I sure as hell don’t do love. I keep to myself. I always have. And now…” He hesitated. “Now, it’s hard.”

I didn't know much about him, and that bothered me more than I wanted to admit. "Echo gave up that engagement for me," I said, my voice tightening. "So why the hell is she with him now?" A slow, cold unease settled in my chest. The confidence I'd clung to, the belief that I could win Echo back, began to crack. Against Alpha Tom, I didn't feel so sure anymore. But I couldn't back down—not now. No matter what, I had to try. Just as I was wrestling with the weight of it, my Beta came rushing in again, breathless, voice charged.

But the truth needed to be said. If he liked me, why had he not come to visit me? Even some of those basketball guys came over after school but he wasn't among them. Was he avoiding me because I collapsed? I should be the one embarrassed to see him not the other way around. "Hey, don't think about it too much." Amy said, as she reached out to hold my hand, she rubbed circles on the back of my hand as she gave me a reassuring smile. "I know this won't be easy, but since you think he doesn't like you, maybe you should just forget about him."

"Johnny, seriously? Enough already. You haven't answered my calls or come home, and now you're here causing a scene? There's a time and place for tantrums. I'll have the driver take you home." She reached out to grab my arm. I stepped back, dodging her touch, and let out a laugh. "Don't flatter yourself, Sylvie. I'm not here for you." Tyler cut in, voice sharp and mocking. "Johnny, today's for professionals. You're not seriously here to compete in design, are you? Do you even know design? I mean, I get that you're in love with Sylvie, but you don't need to humiliate yourself." Sylvie frowned slightly, perhaps uncomfortable with his tone. But then she noticed something—something on my face.

“I am not” “Yes, you are.” His tone was final, cutting me off like a blade. “It doesn’t matter. Your attraction is irrelevant. You’ll be dead soon.” The words landed like ice water dumped on my head. I tried to laugh, to make it sound like a joke. “You keep saying that like you’re proud of it.” “I’m not proud. I’m annoyed,” he snapped. “You shouldn’t exist anymore. The fact that you do makes you my problem. And I don’t want problems.”

I said, "They grew up together and are childhood sweethearts. I came into the picture late, so how am I supposed to outdo that?" Jordan patted my shoulder. "That's not necessarily true. If you can't beat feelings, beat technique. I refuse to believe any woman can walk away from all those tricks you've learned." "Again, fair point." For the sake of my five million a month in spending money, I couldn't let Damian seize the chance to make a comeback. That said, ever since Elise visited him in the hospital, she hadn't ended up in bed with me. Even when I tried to get close, she would find excuses to brush me off.

I just knew something inside me fell out of place. He said it again, “I’m not into men.” I blinked. Once. Twice. “But…you…I.” My words dissolved before they could even form. “What?” Zane’s brows formed a sharp V. “You thought I’m into men because, I’m having sex with you?” I shouldn’t have been the one feeling stupid. Like could he hear himself? If he were eating a man’s ass, he’s definitely into men. But the way his gaze burned at me, his chin tipping up, I couldn’t help but feel stupid.

“That’s the point. It’s not dramatic. It’s quiet. You just… don’t talk about it. And I’m fine with that. I don’t need anyone in my business.” His eyes lift again. Careful. Too perceptive. “Is that why you say you’re not a relationship guy? Because you’re hiding?” “No.” Yes. “I’m not a relationship guy because I don’t do feelings,” I snap. “Casual only. That’s it.” He grins like he knows better and slides closer in the booth. Too close. Heat rolls off him, scorching my cheek like I’ve moved too near a flame. “That’s how you used to roll.”