Just Some Guy Novels & Stories

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."

Lucas had demanded of his stepmother, ‘What wrong sort of people. ‘Well, Roth for a start... Oh, I know you count him as one of your friends, but he’s still merely an employee and—’ Lucas had immediately exploded, informing his stepmother, much to Roth's chagrin, ‘Roth is a friend and, as for anything else, he happens to be far better born than either you or I.’ ‘Really?’ had come back the acid retort. ‘He might be better born, Lucas, but he still doesn’t have any money. Elena is very much in danger of developing the sort of crush on him that could totally ruin her reputation if she’s to make the right sort of marriage.’

Hopeless I turned back and I made my way through the gyrating bodies who seemed to be jointed at the hip when it came to making space, several cuss words came to mind at this very predicament and I'd just had enough when I bumped into someone and spilt drinks on myself. "Dammit to hell." I cussed "Me or the drink?" He asks with a raised eyebrow and a very cocky smile. "Neither." I say. "I'm very very sorry about this." "Yeah." he says. "Looks like the drink should be in you not on you, I'm Jackson and you can say sorry to me by having drinks." "I'm sorry i don't really think I'm in the mood for-" He drags me off not listening to rest of what i had to say.

"Mr. Lawson doesn't have a problem with the menu. He's not great with drinks, so I'm drinking for him." However, the guy would not back down. "Who do you think you are? I want to drink with Mr. Lawson, not you." I clenched my fists. Why did some people love to force others to drink? "Mr. Cunningham, you might not know that this is my assistant," Shane said, still smiling. However, James Cunningham was not having any of it. "It doesn't seem right for your assistant to butt in when we're drinking, Mr. Lawson. You should teach your assistant better."

Frank nudged my shoulder a little and smiled at me. We began to see men with hefty builds that were similar to Frank's carrying different materials. "Yo Bob check out this chick, damn she is hot as fuck." One worker yelled from where he was packing boxes into the construction truck. Frank frowned and took my hand in his. I narrowed my eyes at him, "it's fine, I'm used to men being dumb as fuck." I chuckled at him. "That doesn't make it right." He shook his head. "Oh looks like she's with Frank." Another worker I assumed was Bob called back at him, "damn I thought he was gay, never seen him with a chick." He said and they both laughed.

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“You’re one of those guys, huh? The dramatic, mysterious tough guy type.” Michael buried his face in his hands. “Oh, for fuck’s sake…” The man took a step closer, eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think you’re something special?” He smirked. “Because buddy, I hate to break it to you, but I’ve dealt with plenty of guys like you. And guess what? I always win.” Oh? I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” “Yeah.” He grinned wider. “I’m a professional wrestler. On my way to stardom. You? You’re just some weird dude at a supermarket.”

Just me and this random guy standing on the steps outside the building. He turned to me fully now, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. Up close, he was… striking. Maybe 6’2”, lean but clearly athletic. There was something oddly familiar about his face. He looked a little like Tyler. It wasn't identical, but enough that it made my stomach twist uncomfortably. “I’m Jordan ,” he said offering a hand “ Transfer student. Sorry you had to deal with that asshole"

"It'll be fun," "Are you coming in or what?" The bouncer at the door grumbled, looking pissed for no reason. "She's just a little shy," Justus gave his usual grin that worked on everyone- both men and women alike. It was easy to like Justus. He was easygoing, the heartthrob of Dane College, and my boyfriend. I would never have guessed the likes of him went to a sex club but then I wasn't surprised either.