She May Not Be Cute Novels & Stories

She could at least take the damn puffer jacket off. I don’t know why it irks me, but it does. I think this girl is either hiding a gross disfigurement or she has very bad anemia. But whatever it is… she is really, really nice, which makes me feel guilty about how much we talked about her yesterday. And about the team implying she’s ugly. Anastasia Blomqvist is NOT ugly at all. She’s definitely cute, if you’re into younger-looking girls who dress like they’re tired of life.

"What do you want?" I couldn't help it. I laughed. There was nothing much more hilarious than a five foot four girl trying to look like the fucking batman. "Well aren't you adorable?" Like a Chihuahua. She didn't like that. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed in a sour look. "What do you want?" She deadpanned.

Why she has to be beautiful? "Strong Woman do bong soon. It was fun as hell. I liked it though." "Are you serious you are watching K-dramas." "Don't make me to change my decision." I looked at her with a scowl. "That's cute." She blurted out loudly. "Babe as I said, I prefer to be sexy than cute." I said teasing her. "Did I said that louder god!" She facepalmed herself. I laughed at her as she looked at me embarrassed hiding her face in her hair.

While I stood there zoning out, Regina Maybelline sent me a video. She had been secretly in love with Charles for years, but I ended up becoming his girlfriend. She'd disliked me ever since. The dark video appeared to have been shot in a private lounge. Charles was seated in the center of a crowd, and next to him was a woman in a white dress. She looked a bit like me, but her expression was softer. Her eyes were slightly downturned, giving her a more delicate, pitiful look. My eyes naturally tilted up, which made me look sharper and harder to approach.

She was now thumping my back as she grunted out her frustrations, "She is a whole different weird, altogether…" Right now she started acting cute, "Are you sure you don't want to be lovey dovey with me?" Ey… come on, don't you find me cute!?" "No…" Perhaps because cuteness doesn't work with me, she quickly changed her attitude, and became some sort of femme fatale, "You know… it was not a matter of choice, in the end I could make fall deeper than you imagine even if I use some force..." "No," I firmly said.

"Well, well. You are bringing them out of the woodwork. I knew that ass of yours was irresistible, and now that your eyes look like that, you'll be beating them back with a stick. Oh, chill out. I don't know about finding her a date, but we'll see. Is she pretty? Got a decent personality?" "Well, I would never use the term pretty for Charlenne. I'd say cute, as long as she is smiling and being her cheerful self. Otherwise, she's so plain she blends into the background. I know that sounds cruel, but she does, and she confessed to me she does it intentionally to survive the rigors of high school cliques." "Oh, okay. So, not a hottie. That might make things easier though to get her a date. Girl

She is far from ugly, with her perky a** and br*asts, which she always thought was ok, slender yet curvy waist, natural pink thin lips that crack sometimes, a cute button nose that is always red from the air conditioning or allergies, and her eyes wide-set. And even though she doesn't like to compare herself to the females of her age, she always thought that she doesn't stand a chance of going out on dates or getting a second glance from the popular boys. Despite being rated a seven on the hot or not list, with someone commenting, saying that she could be an eight if she washes her hair, or dressed in clothes other than oversized sweats.

She's skinny! "Yes. You know she’s actually an easygoing girl, but she’s always been shy in front of strangers. I heard she's never even dated in her life. Can you imagine it? How can she live such a boring life! I think she should try going out." Yeah. How in the world such a beautiful girl has never dated in her life? Is she just innocent or…? "I think she's just too arrogant. With a face like that..." Theodore didn't continue his words. The last sentence will become problematic! What's with his mouth, he shouldn't have mentioned Jessica’s face.

This is no time to flex my language skills, no matter how well I’m doing in first semester Latin at the local community college. “Instead of saying sorry, you need to make things right. I don’t care if you’re my mate if you’re going to be a jackass. I’d rather be alone than spend any more time with someone who treats me the way you do,” she says, adding “No matter how cute they are,” under her breath. I perk up at that. “You think I’m cute?” “Yes, not that it matters. Your cuteness doesn’t make up for everything else.” She’s right, but I can’t help but smile anyway knowing that whatever else is going on between us, at least she likes the way I look. That’s something, right?

Hmmn, I guess I should take care of her. "Uh, I think you should... you know, take off your... change your blouse." I stammered, and yes, I really hate myself. She's freaking drunk, Shane. Why are you still not talking straight? Because you like her, and you're gay AF. Oh, shut it, brain. And she's now smiling from ear to ear. Damn it! I know I like this girl. She's like so cute? Nope, cute is just for babies. Pretty? Nope, it's for little girls. Beautiful? Partly. Gorgeous? Definitely.