Novel & Cerita I Dont Want To Be Popular

I’m laughing as I walk away, in search of that much needed beer, anything to calm this feeling racing under my skin. More people wave as I walk through the party. High fives. Flirtatious smiles. They’re all reacting to my presence like I’m some kind of rockstar. I’ll admit, it was exciting in high school. Even last year, coming to a whole other place and receiving the same reception was a head rush. But tonight has been one of many nights lately that I don’t feel that ego boost. It’s exhausting. Laughing along. Pretending these people know me when most of them don’t bother to. Smiling and waving like I’m some kind of spectacle. The girls all want to be close to me for what’s in my pants. Or

I’m not even a member of any clubs or sports. Craige: Are you fishing for compliments? My brows furrowed in confusion. Me: What? Craige: I honestly don’t know if you’re genuinely unaware or you’re just fishing for compliments. Me: Why would I fish for compliments? I don’t do well with those. Just answer my question. It makes my heart pound nervously against my chest. I don’t feel so good about being popular, because my experience with it isn’t great at all. Not even a little.

He wasn’t standing aside and staring at the wall or out the window, and he hadn’t ignored them when they approached him. She didn’t know why she had felt happy making someone popular when she herself didn’t want to be, but she had been, and it was because it was Jayden. She found herself wishing that it would continue like that, that he wouldn’t go back to ignoring everyone on Monday and being on his own again.

And second, I’m sure Ambrose had already marked me as his nemesis and I can already imagine the kind of hell that he will give me. I am afraid of Ambrose, he’s really a big terrifying bully just like Mary said. But then I suddenly thought of keeping my popularity stable. I only have two choices and they are good at juggling my head. A, I hang out with Rachel and I get to keep my popularity as well as the ability to create the best high school memories. I’m thinking of the reality that when I grow old, I have a lot of fun memories to look back at. Or B, decline Rachel’s invitation and slowly become unpopular in a week or two.

What does she mean by that? “You know, I’m really not a bad person. I realize that my image puts off a different vibe, so if you don’t want to be associated with me I understand.” Her eyes widen in shock and she replies “No! That’s not at all what I meant. I meant that around here, I’m not exactly what you would call ‘popular.’ In fact, hanging around with me is basically social suicide.”

"I don't understand with you, why you are so indifferent to the people around you? When you have the potential to be a popular girl." Hearing her boyfriend's words, Michelle looked embarrassed. the girl doesn't like being popular. She likes her own world... where no one is allowed to interfere in her life and she will do the same to other people. "I don't want to be popular, what for? I don't like being a bitch like other girls... that's disgusting!" Michelle's face looked very displeased at the thought of it, she even acted as if she was cold. the pretty girl thinks all girls are bitches when they flirt with every boys around them.

“Being part of the popular crowd may not always seem as perfect as you might think. It’s easy to see these kids as carbon copies of what a teenager is meant to be. To someone on the outside they are witty, wear the most stylish clothes, not to mention their seemingly God and Goddess like bodies. Everyone wants to be them, or the very least, be their friend. But are they really all that?

He is endlessly checking I am okay, as if I am going to shatter into pieces at the downfall of my best friend. PerhapsI should. If I don’t show any emotion or appear cold perhaps people will start to judge me too. Popularity is a hard game because whilst being sad would be the right thing to do, what I want to make happen is totally different. I want to take the leather jacket out of my cupboard, march up to the packhouse door and make sure it is the only thing I’m wearing when Dex answers.

He turned off the phone and put it down. "Why do people hate me so much, Mason? What did I do? We fought for this peace, three of us, and we are trying everything to keep the peace even at our expense, yet they hate me. What we have isn't unheard of, why the hatred then?" I asked, a bit annoyed at the situation. It wasn't only Kara that sent me vile messages, some people did too, but Kara was the only person bold enough to let it carry her name.

I said with a nonchalant shrug. Honestly, I don't know if I want to be famous or not. I enjoy this silent life, I love living like this. Being famous means being in the spotlight every time, every single thing I do will be on the internet and the other one million people in the world will start giving their different takes on how I live my life. Don't get me wrong, I love my readers and I love the fact that my books get sold out almost immediately it comes out but I love my privacy more.