Just Some Guy Novels & Stories

On my wedding day, I had just stepped onto the aisle when a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. "Take it all off, and she's got a body on her! Look at her face, like she's enjoying it!" I turned toward the voices and saw my ex-husband's photos of me blown up across the giant screen. They kept changing, one after another, explicit and impossible to ignore. All around the room, phones were already coming up as people started taking pictures. My hands began to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother collapse. Behind Leon Coleman, Allison Fleming slapped her thigh and raised her voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh, wow. Leon showed these to the guys yesterda

"The fact that Mr. Dugan even asked and you still said no is wild." Jay sent a hand-over-mouth laughing emoji with the message, "Some people are just so narrow-minded. I can't believe they've lived this long."

Ruby gripped her tray like a shield, scanning for an empty table. That’s when she saw him. Kai Kingston. Standing in the center of the room like the sun— and everyone else orbited him. He wasn’t even trying. He stood there in a simple gray hoodie and dark jeans, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms that definitely didn’t belong to someone who “didn’t care.” His hair was a perfect mess, he laughed like he owned the oxygen supply, and people practically leaned toward him when he spoke. It was disgusting. But also unfairly attractive.

A small laugh escapes him. “I’m sure it’s not something serious. The guy literally went all out for your business. Maybe he’s thinking of expanding and throwing more funds since he seems to have enough money to throw around.” “Throw around! really Jack?.. “no I don’t mean it that way. I’m just saying take your mind off it. He’s a business man and all his dealings are transactional. I’ve known him for a while. He can’t hurt a fly.” “He doesn’t look good though. Is he sick or something?”

His part-time job barely covered rent and the thought of another semester of tuition fees made his chest feel tight. Ethan sighed softly. Ran a hand through his dark hair. "Maybe I should just drop out and open a food truck " he muttered to himself with a chuckle. The idea sounded ridiculous as soon as it left his mouth. He had worked hard to reach this point in his life. His mother had worked harder to make sure he had the opportunity. Dropping out was not an option. The road ahead curved slightly to the left leading toward a part of the city where apartment buildings replaced busy shopping districts. Streetlights lined the pavement casting golden reflections across the windshield.

It made her feel more uncomfortable than she already felt. "I won't mind having you for dinner," one of them said with a cocky grin. He was bald with a skull tattoo on his neck, which made him look as ugly as ever. "I'm sorry but I'm not on the menu. Please make your order," Willow tried not to let her irritation show. "Really, wouldn't you want to have fun with us?" another one said as he leaned forward. "You look like you can handle all five of us," another one said and Willow bit her inside cheek. "Those hips would do well to handle us," another bald man said.

He hit me playfully and told me not to be so uptight. “Let’s go. I need to convince you. Show you why I like N*****x so much.” He likes it so much. This guy is probably an imitation of Dylan. This can’t be the real Dylan. This person is an impostor that is using Dylan face. I know. I can feel it.

“Okay, alpha. I’m Kim, 23. I used to host livestreams and DJ part-time. I’m here for the experience, to meet people, and maybe get famous enough to be recognized at bubble tea shops.” Ten smiled, raising his hand gently. “I’m Ten. 22. I studied classical music but never really performed. I’m… here to try something different.” “Night. 21. Model. That’s it,” Night said, his voice low and calm. Sky could swear the air got heavier around him. “I’m Aron. 23. I paint and write short stories. I’m hoping this experience inspires me—or gives me new heartbreak to write about,” he said with a wink.

He said his name was Josh. The other, I did not recognize. "Hey, this is for the ladies," I gave them disapproving looks. "Yeah, we know. My friend just wants to talk to you." The strange guy said, tipping his head toward Josh. "O...kay. Well, just in case this is new to you, most people aren't comfortable having conversations in restrooms. People like me, mostly. So, why don't you step out and we could talk when I'm—"