Random Guy Novels & Stories

I stop walking and shove my hands into the pockets of my Khaki shorts to watch Cory and some guys play volleyball. "Come play with us!" Someone hollers, sending me a wide grin making all of them pause the game to await my response. Well, this is awkward. "It's fine! I'll just watch." They all shrug and continue their game as Cory trudges over to me. "You're all alone by yourself. That's very unusual of you," he says and steps in beside me. "I'm not in the mood." "Someone cranked you up. Who needs ass whooping?" I let out a snort.

JASMINE'S POV What's your problem man? You need to chill," says the guy my gaze zeroing on Aiden who stands behind him looking all devious and handsome in his leather jacket his hair all tousled up. Like who does he think he is to show up and randomly make rude comments to the lovely guy I am talking to? "No need to be rude Aiden he is being a decent guy and giving me company, "I scoff irritated with Aiden's behaviour. "Wait, you know the guy?" asks the random guy his eyes searching mine.

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.

I never dated anyone before nor did I feel anything for any girl. I only played with hearts like a joker playing with the crowd's emotions. Sometimes he makes them laugh, sometimes he causes them to cry, and sometimes he makes them dread to ever allow the thought of coming to his home-the circus, invading their minds. I threw the remote on the glass table and pushed my head back, resting it on the couch. I heard footsteps entering the room, and I knew my peace and solitude were going to come to a halt soon enough. “ Sup E.” Mason said as he sat on the couch next to me, I opened my eyes and saw him picking the remote and turning on the T.V, he was drinking beer and eating hot Cheetos, I grabb

-You can tell he's one of those guys with a lot of money, I've seen him come and go in a fancy ranger rover, I don't know why he hangs out here a lot. I was a little startled, but, I relaxed when I found out that it was Dustin, the skinny kitchen guy. He usually comes out when the order tide goes out, I smiled at him and he smiled at me. He's a very nice guy. -Yes, you can tell he has a lot of money, his suit looks like Armani.

The man said. "Yh, we're best of friends." Madison said, looking at the man weirdly. "Ohh, forgive my manners. My name is Greg." The man said. "I'm Madison and this is my friend Dahila." Madison said on behalf of the both of them. "Well, nice to meet you guys." The man said and shook hands with them. "Have fun" he said and walked away. "This man looks so weird and cool at the same time." Dahila said.

Cara spoke, shoving her phone in front of my face. Wow, that sounded weirdly professional. I kept swiping back and forth between the two guys. One of the guy looked tall, well built with dirty blonde hair and he was wearing a black leather jacket. He screamed hot and danger in all caps. The other guy had this regular boy next door vibe with brown hair and he was pretty good looking. He reminded me of Tyler for a second and my mind was already starting to compare them both. Fucking hell! When does he get out of my head?

I smirked at the dude and laughed when he shot me a glare. “You’re lucky I got a job to do,” he mumbled and placed his hand flat on his chest as if he’s gonna sing the national anthem then leaned a bit forward, giving me a short bow, “I’m Dylan.” I gave him an unbelievable look and gazed at him head to toe, lingering on his feet, and raised a brow at him. Was I judging him? Yes. The man acts a bit off and jumpy for a stranger. And you don’t give your name to strangers.

Besides, I am not ready to be in a relationship. ‘Unless that boy came back.’ “I don’t have an ideal type,” I answered, scratching my nape. “But I am waiting for someone.” In the silence, the creaking sound of the opened door echoed off the wall. A man entered. He’s tall with fox-like eyes. Among the five men, he is the only nameless guy. But if I will give him a nickname, then I will call him: ‘Mr. Negative.’ Mr. Negative looked at us and snubbed us before he hopped up on the stairway.

“Yes, it's a new place, so I'm not used to it yet. I keep feeling cold and can't concentrate on work.” I pouted, not wanting to talk anymore. A man who is one meter eight tall and weighs seventy kilograms is afraid of ghosts, huh? Who would believe that? Don't tell me he saves electricity. He spent a lot of money to buy an apartment and now collects every penny. “Are you playing a game?” Ryan suddenly spoke up, making me type wrong. “Play what? I'm making money. Enter the captcha to make money.” I am proud to speak up. “Oh my god, even if you type until your eyes pop out, you won't make much money. Come here, give me a shoulder massage, and I'll give you the money.”