Novel & Cerita I Dont Want To Be Popular

another one of my friends, Jayden asked. "Why would i? It's just a waste of time." "Kenedy will be there." "All the more reason why i wouldn't go." "C'mon man, you can easily be the most popular guy in school by defeating him in the game." "Why would i want to be?" I yawned. "Uh, you can get all the girls?" "I don't need that in my life." "Maybe that girl who you're crushing on will notice you too." He winked.

he asked, nodding towards Brenda's posse. "Mm-hmm." He shrugged slightly. "I suppose I do a bit. But I like being able to walk around without hearing rumors about my relationship… I like just being a normal guy so that you and I can enjoy each other without everyone else making a huge deal out of us." "It's my fault you're not popular anymore." "No it's not. Being popular isn't everything, I almost four years of it… it's not a big deal to take the second semester to just live my own life."

Because I feel like she's too innocent for the world. "I don't want to be anyone's damsel in distress." I said honestly. I just don't want to... I don't want to lean on somebody. That's why as long as I can stay away from new people, I'm doing it. Beside I'm good on my own. And I'm used at being alone...

“Now I hope you’re getting enough of the attention that you’ve always wanted, Natalia Carter.” I gulped, suppressing my tears. After a few seconds, I just saw him walking away from me, and I felt guilty for hearing those words coming from Tyler. He’s right. Maybe I’m just an attention seeker. I shouldn’t have let that attitude of mine to get in the way of me having a peaceful high school life. Rule number eighteen... Don’t seek for people’s attention. You’ll regret it in the end. Popularity is so overrated, and a normal student just like me doesn’t need it, I guess.

I ask not wanting to be rude, but I don't want the attention that comes along with being in a relationship with someone as popular as he is. "No, they don't know your name," he says. "Cool," I breathe a sigh of relief. "What do you mean? You don't want anyone to know we're together," he asks a little upset. "Of course I want our relationship to be public however I don't want to announce it to the world. I don't want people following me around or cursing me or whatever because I'm with you," I say looking for him to understand my viewpoint. "So you don't want the popularity," he asks.

And so I had gone into shares immediately instead of dealing with different kinds of drugs and other illegal things like other mafias, and I needed to be popular socially in order to be able to go as far as possible on different social media platforms all at once, and that was the beginning of the whole thing. When I had decided to start the whole thing, I never saw myself getting this popular in any way, but now, I was so popular, it was getting way too much than I can handle.

I was utterly dreading it; I was not one of the popular kids; in fact, everyone knew me as (the freak) I was not like the prissy princesses or snobby rich bitches who were about money, clothes, and makeup. I hated shopping. I mean, I made everything. I owned and was popular among the kids who were lame and poor people because if you did not have a designer label bought in a store, you were a loser... I stood waiting outside my school, finally arriving late, praying I would stay invisible to make it throughout the year unscathed. Maybe someone was looking out for me, and my prayers would be answered. Someone was watching me. I felt it. I looked around and saw nothing. I just hurried inside, t

Am I lame because I have no siblings? Am I boring because Brit is girly enough for the both of us? I want to hunt, and she wants to shop. I want to work on cars, and she wants to wear make-up. I don't get it. It's hard. It isn't easy. It's not me to be pretty. It's not me to be sexy. Being sexy is for popular, and being popular is not like me.

I just need to make this one last year with them to pay for my college fund or my gap year fund, whichever comes first. The first day of senior here has arrived—another year of high school and another popular year. Sometimes I like being popular. It means I always have friends and always have a conversation in the halls. But sometimes it's lonely. My discussions are intense; I'd call them shallow. But that's how people see me, the shallow girl, the model girl. If only people could see me a little deeper, know me a little better.

“You don't know for yourself that I hate crowding. I also prefer to live alone as I am today, so I beg you, stop behaving like this, Riga.” “If I refuse, how about it?” challenged Riga, making Amour even more uneasy. “You're too popular, and I want to avoid being one of those people they hate because they're too close to a school idol like you.” Amour expressed his unrest, and it turned out to be still unacceptable to Riga himself. “I don't care about their opinions. After all, we are also just close as friends and nothing more. They also have no right to decide who deserves me to approach or not.”