Not Cool Dudes Novels & Stories

Inside my rental apartment, I sat scrolling through my phone, searching for a reputable plastic surgery clinic. Just then, a push notification lit up my screen. [Top Trending in the City: The Wedding of the Century—Genius Designer Sylvie Thompson and Her Beloved!] I had told myself I was over it. But the moment I saw the headline, a dull ache welled up in my chest. I tapped into the Thompson Group's official livestream. It was just in time to see Sylvie and Tyler exchanging rings.

Talk about cliché with handsome guys. "Summer. Hello?" Yvonne shook me hard. "Dude, are you even listening to me?" "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I wandered off," "Yeah, you did. Anyways, I would like to introduce you to some people," She said smiling. "Summer, they are all a part of "the squad". They don't have a name because they think it's too overrated. Anyways, They are all sophomores," She pointed her finger to the guy the utmost left and began introducing, "This is Ryder Hudson, Ian Hastings, Liam Brown, Preston Miller an—"

It was a response to my earlier question about why the twins had bullied me. According to the note, they had bullied me because they believed I was "too cool to be their friend." I couldn't help but turn my gaze towards them, searching for confirmation. They simply shrugged, as if it were a matter of fact. They thought I was cool. The revelation hung in the air, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. Never before had anyone referred to me as cool. It was a foreign concept that simultaneously intrigued and unsettled me. I couldn't fathom why they would perceive me that way, considering the torment they had put me through. But as their explanation unfolded, I began to understand.

“Dad, I’m sorry you don’t like my friends, but just because they’re not rich like you, doesn’t mean they’re not good people.” Todd marched ahead to the next hole. “I’m not saying your male friends are bad,” he said over his shoulder, “but I don’t think you’re going to find the right kind of girl at those parties. Any woman whose idea of fun is to get drunk every weekend isn’t very responsible.” He peeked back at Monte. “I’m just relieved you decided to lay off the alcohol. It’s definitely improved your character.” Monte nodded. “Thanks, Dad. But listen to Corey when he says I’m not ready yet, because I’m not.”

Even so, they could still see two tall and handsome men inside acting like naturals. Like, what the hell were they doing there? “Do you think they came to get lingerie for their girlfriends?” a lady in the boutique section asked her friend, who had tagged along just because she had promised to get her one. “Probably, but look at the suits they have on. Don’t they look like Tom Ford suits?” her friend replied after she carefully looked at the two men. She might not know anything about these two men, but she could say that they were extremely wealthy. She would love to have a conversation with them. Who knew, she might be lucky and they would ask her out.

*** A REPORT ON THE ROWAN'S PROJECT. Having turned 29 recently, Slade Rowan aka the man after the people's heart has decided to build an amusement park, for the children of this great community... Aka the man of the people rubbish, Aka my ass, Aka a bastard. I read the amazing qualities that I wrote on my computer, shaking my head at myself. The man who was supposed to possess this hidden quality underlying what I just typed was no more than the son of the Devil, perhaps, the biological one. I'm just saying.

No response. Oh fuck.

COLE "Hey uhm, guys I need to tell you something", I said. "What's that?". "There's this kid you guys pick on, his name is uhm, Nate", I said. "Oh yeah the Dude we paint dipped on, what's up?". "Can y'all like, chill on him, he's kinda a family friend of mine and, his mom is really complaining about his mental health", I said. Andre laughed, "Since when the fuck did we care about mental health", he said.

If Fred continues holding him so tight, he would not only affect his almost healed injury, but he would end up suffocating him. “No, I don't do it randomly, but I ensure that I do it with my girlfriend at least twice a week. I can't let my dick just be used for passing out urine alone. It has other and better purposes for it” Fred mumbled. He won't dare compare himself to his brother. That one can go a year without a woman. Maybe he doesn't feel an urge or he doesn't just like doing it, he cannot say. But one thing is certain, his brother is elegantly stable to drill a woman several times a week. He has the largest thing among them brothers.