Just Some Guy Novels & Stories

That kind of change, it can’t always be stopped. Susie? There’s nothing special about him. He’s just another friend I’ve yet to figure out. These single guys we’ve known before. Mr. Big Car, Mr. Nice Shades, Mr. Trimmed Beard. Julian, Edward, Kyle. Max, Barney, Sam. The names they gave or the names we made up for them. Still so much the same.

"Just a friend." Sandy tilted her head and looked at her, then teased, "He's so concerned about you. Is he your boyfriend? Plus, he's pretty hot." Talia quickly responded, "No, he's really just a friend." Sandy relented. "Alright, alright, whatever you say." Then, Jessica, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "That guy looks kind of familiar, though." Sandy chimed in, "Now that you mention it, he does look familiar."

I joke and he gives me a sad smile. "Don't feel bad, it could have been worse." I said and bumped his side. He turned to me and smile. After about an hour of talking, I found out that he is very, very nice, he is very caring and funny. He doesn't have a mate yet and I think he's gay, but not sure yet. "So what are you going to do now?" He asks in a serious voice. I sigh and take my legs out of the water.

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

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.

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.

“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—"

he snickers, "You know we would have had it the first week you were here, but somebody decided it was good idea to be a dick." "Yeah, that person was you." I grunt, "Don't look at me like that. It was all you buckaroo." "Did you just call me buckaroo?" he teases, raising a brow. "Yes. Yes I did." I smirk, stepping back out of his arms. "What does that even mean?" he chuckles, shaking his head. "Well as a matter of fact...I don't know. But I'm sure someone out there does." I mutter, turning towards the door, "I guess I should probably go then."