Novel & Cerita Just Some Guy Without A Mustache

The ugly man clenched his fists as he heard that, wanting nothing more than to punch the other man, "Just shut up! I'll say this again, shut your mouth! Otherwise, I'll rip it out!" The mustache man laughed when he heard that, "What? You want to hit me? Let's just forget about what would happen if you broke the rules, even without the rules in place, you would still be no match for me. Stop thinking so highly of yourself! You're nothing in my eyes!"

I turned around to be met by a young guy. He was average height, and he had an accent that reminded me of the American country side. He was wearing big tops and baggy pants. "Sorry, but I don't need company, all I need is solitude right now" He didn't say anything, he just walked up to my front, earning my full attention in the process. "You know, we all go through shits and regardless of what you are going through, I need you to understand that you will be fine" I gawked at him, like he had grown another head.

The kind of guy who walks into a room and doesn’t need to say a word before people make room for him. He’s got tattoos that snake along his arms, black ink against fair skin, and somehow, they just fit him. He doesn’t try to be mysterious. He is. And yeah, he can be a snob. Like, world-class level. The kind of guy who gives you a blank stare instead of an answer, or shrugs and walks away when people are talking. But once you get used to it, it’s kind of… charming. He doesn’t fake anything. Doesn’t care what people think. Doesn’t waste time trying to impress anyone. I guess that’s what I like about him — he’s unapologetically himself.

His hair wasn't long but cut to almost reach his skull. He's cute, and he has a charming face. "I'm Noah!". Another guy introduces himself to me. He's fair in complexion and he's muscular. None of them were putting on anything in their upper body, so I would see what their bodies looked like. "I'm Jack!". The last guy who hadn't introduced himself said, and he had a very bright smile on his face. He wasn't muscular and his upper body seems to be like that of Josh. He's also fair in complexion…… and his hair is black like that of mine.

Xoxo Nyx “Jonathan!” My shocked gasp may sound as dramatic and excitable as the man’s greeting to me. However, I assure you, I am not in any way shape or form happy to see the young Hispanic twenty-something year old with perfect caramel skin. So young in fact that he cannot even grow a proper mustache. Proven by the fact the one he’s currently sporting is penciled on to his face. ‘Jonathan’ seemed normal at first. All psychopaths do, according to my psych rotation. Anyway, I felt bad for the tiny man. Easily falling into a pity conversation with a thousand apologies for Nicky doing this when I’m not ready to date.

I try to keep my voice soft and nice. The guy looks very different right now. Somebody shaved his face to get rid of the weird beard hair still left on his face. And his head. So now he looks completely bald. He has absolutely no eyebrows or beard or hair on his head and I feel awful about it. On the good side, his skin doesn't look as red anymore.

“So, I’d said, dragging the word out. “This has been an amazing night; the food was wonderful and everything looked so beautiful.” He’d grinned, but continued to leer at me in silence. He wasn’t an ugly man, but he wasn’t attractive either. He stood at toughly the same height as me with my heels on, but he was much broader. His hair was cut short, too much gray for it to be labeled the distinguished salt and pepper look, and he had a thin mustache, just as gray as his hair and thick lips. His overall shape was hidden beneath his suit jacket, but I could see the beginning of a pudgy stomach.

I swallow and ignore Sasa howling inside like a lunatic. She keeps pacing, scratching, tugging at me. I mentally shove her into a corner. She huffs dramatically and sulks. I grab the tray and straighten my shirt with one hand. My new short hair still feels strange brushing against my neck. Some pieces are sticking out weirdly, but whatever. It adds to the disguise, plus the mustache . Jack is messy. Jack is careless. Jack is a boy with pink hair who definitely doesn’t look like Lala Robinson. At least… I hope so.

Melissa must remind him of the past. "I'm a wee short on supplies, but I'm no monster." He stepped aside, inviting them in. This man seemed to be in his early 30s. He had a short, stubble beard that was well-kept and large muscles were visible through his white t-shirt. His face was slightly wrinkled yet he still managed to look young. He was tall, yet relaxed as he gazed at them with curiosity.

I smile broadly. He sighs in relief "Thank God, I thought it was one of those make-up sessions you women have all the time," he clears his throat noisily. I swat his arm "Hey!" "Sorry," he shrugs and we continue walking. I glance sideways once in a while. He looks really neat, his hair is unkempt but it looks sexy that way if you ask me. He is in black ripped jeans and a black hoodie with black sneakers. His jaw line is well set and I love the stubble on his face.