Is My Boyfriend A Loser Mga Nobela at Kwento

He laughed. My eyes rolled. "Okay. Okay. Then you are my boyfriend now. Just... just don't kill yourself," But he shooked his head. "The idea of yours will be thrown in the trash. As a man myself. If I want something then I'll earn for it. I don't accept it if people will give it to me," he said. "B-But I want you to be my boyfriend!" I lied. "Liar. Just. Just let me do it in my own way, Keatton. I may have had trauma and nervous breakdown but I know to myself that my mind is functioning well. Okay?"

“Do you think dinner with me is such a shameful thing?” “Oh, no!” I blurt it out. “Not at all.” “So?” “Uh, I have a boyfriend. So, I don’t want him to misunderstand the situation.” Constantine rolled his eyes. “Where is your boyfriend when you need him the most? Where was he when the loser went after you?” His comments were like acid poured into an open wound. I grimaced because I didn’t neet to tell him anything. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t say that.”

A smirk made place on his face as he understood what that meant. "You believe in love! You believe in love just like a loser does! You are a loser!" He pointed out and laughed out loud after that. He thinks people in love are losers. If only knew how big of a loser he is going to be in future! She didn't like what he said. She frowned at him. "Love is not funny. It's beautiful. Love doesn't make you a loser but it makes you the most strong person in the world, cher mari!" She said in a strong and clear voice. She didn't realize when that last word left her mouth.

I rolled my eyes. "Baby, I said I was sorry, I won't ask for a kiss anymore!" He said. Ah, he's doing this on purpose! We look like a couple playing hard to get or having a lover's quarrel. I'm so done. "Gosh, they're so cute." "Aww, I wish I have a boyfriend like Caspian! He's 100% boyfriend material!" WAAAAH! I hate myself. My image, all gone, just like that, all thanks to my boyfriend.

He let me go and he looked like he was dismayed by my answer and I wanted to laugh at him because he is so cute. “I want you to be my girlfriend… More than a friend” He said which makes me laugh now. I didn’t answer because that is what I wanted too but I am scared to be hurt. I am scared that one day he will leave me because I am not ordinary. I am weird and a loser. My glow is gone since my Jayvee died and I feel so different. I feel like I am no longer connected to the world.

“He just said that it didn’t go well, and that you were set in your ways. We didn’t talk about it again after that.” “Well, that is true.” “But I haven’t stopped feeling guilty,” I go on. “Look, Lucas was the worst boyfriend in the world. Sebastian has only wanted me to feel as though losing you wasn’t the end of the world. Except, for me, it kind of was.”

"Yeah, I do. Lennox, you've had four other boyfriends before me, and I'm probably the worst one, without a doubt. But when it comes to sex—I'm number one, sure." "Sure," he responded, a slight quirk on his lips. Unfazed, I continued without missing a beat, "But being your boyfriend, it's just not my forte. I've been contemplating this for a while now. You deserve someone who can give you a real relationship, and I'm not that person." He shook his head once, still maintaining his calm and cool composure as he crossed his arms over his chest. "How long have you been agonizing over this?" he asked.

I have tasted him, fucked him, he put himself into a deeper hole but calling me his boyfriend. Therefore I would not let him go. I glance at Luca “He is not a fuck boy Luca. He is my boyfriend” Ll.

Now he is just making fun of me… Who knew we would joke about this? “I really just want to hide out here with you,” I tell him. He gives an exaggerated sigh. “So you are really denying me the chance to be the cool boyfriend who isn’t fazed even when pop stars drool after his girl, huh?” I burst into laughter. “What?” He shakes his head, as if he has come to terms with the situation. “It’s okay. It’s my fault I wasted my chance.” “Don’t worry,” I play along, “I know you are a cool boyfriend and that’s all that matters.”

Stacey appeared out of nowhere and casually nudged my arm, a nasty little smirk already on her lips. “Well, I would be,” she continued sweetly. “After all, my boyfriend is about to become the laughing stock of the whole school. I mean, I did some digging about his life… and he was barely hanging on in the Westfield team. Do you really think someone like that would be able to win?” She leaned in closer, voice dropping into a venomous whisper. “Thinking about it, both of you are a perfect match for each other. Losers.” She came right up to my face, so close I could smell her perfume.