Is My Boyfriend A Loser Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You haven’t changed a bit. And neither have my feelings. I know you still want me back.” “Are you being for real? As far as I know, you are aware of my boyfriend’s existence.” He rolled his eyes and groaned. He crossed his arms and plopped down on the couch. “Yeah. Your fucking boring boyfriend. I can’t believe that’s the kind of guy you go for after me. I’ve always known you like men in your age you can make out with in public wherever you want.” “Stop talking shit about him. You’re nothing compared to him anyway.”

"Besides... he's a good guy. He's got a great job, a good family and he's trying to help me become a better person." "He's a controlling dick-wad who thinks you need to get braces, change your hair color and lose weight. What kind of boyfriend is that?" "One that cares? I don't know." I pushed the menu around and tried to find the will to fight against her accusations. Most of them were true, leaving my efforts wasted even if I did resurrect the desire to defend him. "Bull shit. Are you guys having great sex or something? He's an okay looking guy, but you could do so much better. There has to be more to it. Is he black mailing you?" She lifted her eyebrow as she pressed her beer to her lips.

"I love him." "Do you?, Do you really love him or you just can't stand the fact that you lost him to me?" "I won't loose him to you." "Well I'm not ready to let go of him with." "Hazel, I thought you were my friend." "Yeah well but where I'm from, friends don't accuse each other of stealing just cause one wants to steal the other's boyfriend." "He's my boyfriend!!."

I sigh, putting my shirt back on. "You should wish you haven't said that" He adds. "Do have a girlfriend?" Somehow I'm asking. He hesitates for a while before answering, "Yeah, why?" "Oh, I see now, relationships are for losers, they're like shackles to people's feet, that's why I've been the only one hitting on you. Okay screw this!" I snarl. "You've been hitting on me?" I don't know if he's playing clueless or if he's actually clueless.

"Seriously? Just because I drove Mel home? I've been looking out for her all these years and think of her as just one of the boys. Could you stop letting your imagination run wild?" "One of the boys?" I laughed softly, though I couldn't stop the tears from welling in my eyes. "Hayden, be honest with yourself and answer this—do you truly think of her as just 'one of the boys', or is she a backup? Or do you just enjoy this sort of ambiguous relationship?" "What nonsense are you spouting?" he abruptly roared. Melissa's voice drifted over the line as she urged with fake sincerity. "Hays, don't speak to her so harshly."

"Don't disappoint me. That's all." Grayson blinked his eyes. "That's it? You're not asking me to love you?" "That covers everything!" I replied a little loudly. "We are already lovers. You're my boyfriend, so I think you love me. Or am I wrong?" "No way, babe. You're right." I smiled slightly. "Well, since you love me, you just need to not disappoint me. And it's not as simple as that. Because it means you don't lie, cheat on me with other women, or think about hurting me."

"You clearly are out of your mind. What are you on? Some hallucinogen? In case you've forgotten, he's my boyfriend. We're happy. We're fine." "Yeah, well." He shrugs. "Soft boys don't last long with girls like you." My mouth falls open. This will be the fourth time it's falling open all because of Noah fucking Hawkins. "Girls like me?" I repeat, when I don't know what else to say. "Yes. Emotional. Dramatic. Easily overwhelmed." My hands clench into fists and my nails dig into my palms. "God, you are the worst human being alive." "No, that's dramatic. But keep trying."

Did you do it? His mouth bent again, but it wasn’t a smile. It was cold. And if I did? My heart is defeated. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek. What are you going to do, Naomi? Will you run to Henry and tell him your boyfriend is a fraud? Tears stung my eyes. I just want the truth. “The truth?” His eyes sparkled. The truth is, you wouldn’t even be in that company if it weren’t for me. You wouldn’t have that nice desk, those projects, that new title. I made you. And now you want to bite the hand that fed you, right?

"Why's the ...why's the writeup can I be your lover? and.. I mean I love it it's beautiful, it's just that... usually it's can I be your boyfriend or whatever?", I stuttered. He chuckled and held my hand and stroked it softly. "Charlie... boyfriend sounds like we're kids, I'm hitting 30, I don't think I need a boyfriend, I need you as my lover, my partner, I really do". Mind you, I'm still confused and trying to wrap my hands around all of this, cuz I can't believe it, I'm thinking it's some kind of prank honestly

"You did?" "No! Of course not." "What's wrong then?" "Nothing. This is none of your concern anymore. Enjoy your date with that arsehole." "Aleth…" "What? He's a jerk." "He's my boyfriend." "Wait till he breaks your heart again. I sure won't be available to give you consolation." "He won't break my heart. I told you, he apologized." "And that would make how many times he'd apologized? I don't even know what you see in him. He's such a wasted boy who has nothing to offer you."