It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy Novels & Stories

"Don't tell me you abandoned being a doctor and now you are a cheerleader?" "Cheerleader, Huh? That sound much more ridiculous than my lame lines -and that just hurt my feelings." Andy blurted out, feigning hurt. "Oh, Lisa, you are such a killjoy!" Lisa rolled her eyes at his choice of words before opening her mouth to speak. "I think we've chitchat enough already, dude, it's time to get ready for what's more important which is..." She paused her lips for a second. "...business!"

She asked with a trembling voice, "Changed? How?" "Maybe you just grew up." I brushed it off, stood, and headed to the bathroom. Behind me, she let out a shaky sigh of relief. "I made breakfast for you, Mateo," she said later, leading me to the table. She was waiting for a compliment. I looked at the spread. The table was covered in an oily, greasy breakfast. I smiled. "Quinn, the doctor told me to lay off greasy food and eat healthier." I glanced at her, faking concern. "You've been really forgetful lately. What's going on?"

This wasn't a school. It felt like a daycare barely holding together. For a second, I thought about quitting too. Then the feeling passed—and I stayed. Under their nervous stares, I walked up to the board, grabbed a piece of chalk, and wrote my name. "My name is Glen Gardner. Glen works. Mr. Gardner works too. Glen means 'valley'—a place where people can live." I turned back to them. "Starting today, I'm your teacher. So—what's my name?"

He had given me countless pieces of expensive jewelry over the past seven years, but he never understood what I truly cared about. I merely stared at the earrings in silence and said nothing. I could see the impatience grow in his eyes, but he softened his tone as if soothing me from a tantrum. "That's enough, babe." He shoved the box into my hand and said, "Take it and stop looking like you've been so wronged. The price of this is enough to make any woman smile. "Queenie told me to get this to cheer you up, yet you're still jealous of her for no reason. So don't say that kind of thing again, okay?"

I shoved her off and brushed off my clothes with disgust. "What exactly did I trick you about? Your feelings? Your money? Or did I con you into investing? You're the one who refused to have kids and messed around with a fake rich guy. Pamela, you're not important enough for me to waste my brain cells on coming up with ways to scheme you." Pamela instantly turned pale. Lauren, who stood nearby, smiled. "Mr. Knight, you can do the ribbon-cutting. I'll handle things here." Lauren pushed me over to the ribbon-cutting area and brought her team over to block Pamela, who glared at her viciously.

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

And oh god, what was Cathy going to say? Taking a deep breath, I straightened my clothes and headed back to the table. Our appetizers had already arrived, and Cathy was in the middle of what appeared to be a very dramatic cheese-tasting experience. "Bernice!" she exclaimed as I sat down. "You have got to try this brie. It's like... it's like if clouds and happiness had a baby, and that baby was made of cheese." I couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "That good, huh?"

Jeremy said. “Oh, great idea,” Bryan nodded. Though Jeremy was a pain in the ass, he was a good beta. “Yes, finally," Amaya said excitedly. “I’ve been craving good meat,” “Why didn't you tell me. I have one inside my pants. Though, good isn't what I'll use to describe it, more like a work of art,” Theo said and everyone in the room groaned. “Hey Theo, I told you to stop with the cheesy line. Do you seriously wanna die?” Cherry frowned.

I reach the kitchen doors and push them open, and that’s when the tantalizing aroma of something sweet and creamy fills my senses. And then I hear it—laughter. Real, genuine laughter echoing through the air, and I can’t help but smile. “Ah, John, I told you, if your batter has more lumps than a teenager’s face, your cheesecake will turn out as uneven as a poorly laid tile floor.” There it is. Anton’s thick French accent, which sounds even more delightful in the light of day. John’s almost abrasive laughter booms across the room. “Anton, you have a way with words, man. But watch me—this will be the best damn cheesecake you’ve ever seen!”

If anyone was to understand him, he expected that 'one' to be his mother. "That word is wrong and sinful, the act itself is repulsive. How can you even call yourself that abominable word." "Why do you find it difficult to say the word GAY, mum?" "God forbid I say such distasteful word." "Distasteful?" Bile filled the back of Steven's throat as he stood there looking at his mother, the sour heat almost made him double over onto his knees to empty the contents of his stomach on the porcelain tiles. How he managed to keep from doing so was a miracle.