He's Just Not That Into You Novels & Stories

"Just shut up and don't have to interfere with my business too much, you idiot!" "I'm not being stupid, I just feel sorry for you. How could you just let him go? Come on, everyone knows that you really, really like him. Instead of you always being like this, you better take the initiative first. I'm just sorry to see your gloomy face because of the closeness of the two of them. Don't you realize that your current face looks like a face that hasn't been fed for a year? You can't lie to yourself, you idiot!" "DON'T KNOW YOURSELF?"

Damn it. “Well, actually, I’m already famous in LifeAfter,” he said—it was the game he introduced to me. “Every girl there keeps bothering me to cohabit.” I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone to the other side of the bed. Then I buried my face into my favorite pillow—Winnie the Pooh. Does he really not like me? Not even a little? Am I not attractive to him at all? Or is it because I kept pushing him away—and now he’s finally learned how to live without me?

He looks at e serious. “Because I know she’s in love with you.” He says and his words hit me like a ton of bricks. He’s told me this before but for some reason it feels heavier today more than ever. Her question filters through my brain, is this your spot? She is a hopeless romantic and she might think I’m trying to be romantic with her. “She’s not like the other girls you mess around with. She’s not interested in being popular or being seen on your arm. She interested in you, the kind of interest that will turn into the real thing and you’re going to break her heart if you start something you don’t intend on pursuing.” He says and I sigh.

I stare at him in disbelief as he pushes his uneaten eggs around on his plate, “But you don’t. We have gone over this many times, Jace.” He shrugs, “I know what I’ve said, and I know what I want.” He finally looks up and our eyes meet, “Don’t get me wrong, dude, I’m not into men, but I can’t help finding it hot when I watch you with her. I don’t understand it myself; maybe it’s because I know you care about her and will protect her just as much as I will, but I feel like you are a big part of this relationship and the only thing missing is the real intimacy between the three of us. I’m not just talking about hot rough sex, I mean the real stuff, you know, with feelings and everything.”

Instead, he was under the ridiculous notion that she was jealous over Gio. "All right, you got me." "You're into him?" His voice was a near whisper now. "No." She turned to him. He'd been staring straight ahead, but he turned to face her when she answered. "Don't be ridiculous. He's your age, remember? But you got me about the groupie. I remembered what you said about them before, and I guess I was a little disgusted. But I wasn't upset." "So you're saying you couldn't be into him because of his age?"

I continue. "I guess," he looks at me like he doesn't understand what I'm getting at, "But that was a long time ago, it has nothing to do with us." "I think it does, Rio, because if you liked me the same way I like you, you wouldn't worry about all those things you're worrying about," I blurt out and he looks down with a grimace, "I think this is just a 'he’s just not that into you' situation." "I don't know," he whispers, thinking about it, "I am that into you. But what if... what if it's not enough? Or if it's too much? What if I like you too much and you never feel that way towards me?"

Her voice played next," "So basically you are insecure that he will never be able to like you just because he might have already caught feelings for me? Simply shows how very pathetic you really are, well just for a little info, even if I have feelings for me and we can't be together, he will never love you"

Uh, that doesn’t make you a bad person, does it? “Well, that’s a lot of sharing,” you tell him. “Yeah, well, I’m not looking for pity sex or anything — I just want what I think is normal stuff, and I’ve always been into you… not because I think you’d give in or to manipulate you. Seriously…” he hugs you and nuzzles your neck, giving you more goose bumps, “I think you’d be tons of fun.”

"Nice one. You use that on all the girls you manage to trick into bed?" He shrugs. "Don't know, I don't usually approach women." "Oh, so I'm special then?" Ugh. I already know he's full of shit. Why am I still entertaining him? Maybe because he has my vagina throbbing like a second heartbeat. "I'm interested in finding out, but before I do, just know I'm not the relationship type. I don't do love. I'm usually just the guy women fuck inbetween serious relationships." I scoff. "Talk about being a cliche. I wonder how many guys have said "I don't do love," I use air quotes, mocking his voice, "I don't think me being bitter and you being the heartless playboy will mix well."

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.