I Am Not A Clever Man Novels & Stories

Mandy's outburst of laughter had made his words stop in his mouth. "I am not strong, I am weak, a failed, and a stupid person, how could I not see the handwriting on the wall?" The young man looks at her, and she taps his face gently. "Did you know, what it means to be a nuisance in people's lives, that is what I am, I am a complete nuisance, a freeloader but it's fine, I am not going back to beg them, I will not go back to them." she frowns as she sips on her. "I call someone a mother for years that don't even want me to call her that, isn't that enough for a wise person to know, she doesn't belong there?" The young man looks at her blankly like she is speaking a foreign language.

Do your best. "I know I'm not the type of girl that you usually go out with. I'm not sexy, I'm not attractive and I'm no fun. I'm plain and boring with no charm at all. The only thing good about me is probably my brain, which everyone finds boring. But I must ask you this..." I took a deep breath and gathered all the courage I had to say the words that I never thought would ever come out of my mouth. I just hope that I'm doing the right thing and this will be the best solution for everything.

It's more like I'm something extraordinary, rare, an exception. I don't like that. "Scarlett Davis, isn't it?" A middle-aged man stops in front of me, also stretching out his hand to greet me. I recognize him, he is very important to the branch. His IQ is said to be 146 - he is a true genius, not someone like me. "Congratulations, you're amazing... I've never seen anyone solve problems so quickly... let alone so many in a row." "Oh, imagine..." I say, suddenly bashful, looking away as I feel him rub his thumb over my hand lightly. This simple contact causes me sudden discomfort.

“Are you kidding me? No one has ever considered me a strong person, I am alway the weak and unfit one.” “They are blind to see the real you.”the man said with a smile,it's like he can see through me Who is this mysterious man?

And he doesn't even have to see my face. "Because I know you're a strong girl and the only one to make you cry is him. Or from what I heard your parents. But seeing as latter isn't an option, it must be him." "Why are you so damn clever?" I try to stifle a laugh as he bursts out laughing at my words. Honestly, this guy tries to play dumb all the time and maybe in some things he is. But in others he's a genius, he built up his own IT business and is very sucessful with it. At the same time, he doesn't seem nerdy with it at all, more like a total womanizer.

"I'm not stupid at all. You're the stupid one. I'm not even talking to you. Why are you saying you have to deal with me? We're not in any company to deal with each other. You're just a big, dangerous man with no intelligence. Learn from me; I'm intelligent. Even if I'm younger, my mind thinks correctly." "I think you're intelligent, but only from the bottom. You can be at the top in intelligence from the bottom. So keep your intelligence to yourself. I don't need it.”

Those with lower intellect often don’t understand more than a few words and forget the conversations rather quickly. “I thought you were the smart brother, no?” Fenton asks without doing as much as glance over his shoulder to check my reaction to his question. “I wish,” I laugh. “Lazarus is the smart one. He got the brains, Lenox got the strength, and me - well, I guess I’m average. My mom says I’m special, though, so that’s good, right?” I add the last part for good measure. For some reason, my brain decided that dumbasses always imply how their parents say they’re special or smart. Fingers crossed this will work to my advantage.

The front doors swooshed open and were slammed shut, followed by loud thuds which were supposed to be footsteps, coming closer towards the dining room. "There's the missing child." Smartass began and spoke like a, well, smart ass. How is my intuition always right? What am I saying? I'm smart as fuck. That's why. Stop lying to yourself babes. You like to think you're smart. You're street smart. But you're a complete dumbass. Don't get it twisted. I hate my mind.

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That’s called a choice. Some stupid things you do without realizing they’re stupid. You think you’re clever, you think you’re in control, you think those pieces will stay put on the board exactly as you’ve arranged them. Then one day you look down and see the board has been overturned, the pieces scattered, and you’re still clutching that hand you thought was so nimble. I’m the latter. No. Maybe I’m worse than that. At least the latter has the excuse of ‘not knowing.’ But what about me? When did I not know?