Novel & Cerita She May Not Be Cute

"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.

You are aware that she is correct, right? I turned my attention away from Ruth's retreating rear end and looked to my left, where I noticed a girl who was dressed in all black and had dark hair and eyes. She was about five feet tall at most. She had eye makeup that was smudged and dark, and her hair was spiked up in all directions all over her head. Amy Cutter is known as the weird girl at school. I responded to her by stating, "Pretty sure I wasn't searching for your input." I turned my back on her and sat back down in the chair, thinking that she would get the message and leave when I didn't look at her any longer. It didn't work.

She swore it was because she looked so young, and that nobody took her seriously. When she dressed up for a night out on the town, she looked like a young girl that was trying too hard. She was desperate for someone to call her ‘sexy’ rather than always calling her ‘cute.’ She was certainly pretty, though—that much was hard to ignore. Holly was small in stature, with short perky breasts to match her frame, beautiful long brown hair, and big green eyes that seemed too big for her face but made her look like an angel. She was breathtaking, and once you laid eyes on her, she was hard to forget.

"Do you...do you think I'm attractive?" This surprised me a bit. Like I said earlier, I knew about her self-esteem issues but she'd never addressed this kind of question so directly to me before. The fact was that as of sophomore year, she was cute. Really cute. She was short, kind of petite, with shoulder-length blonde hair that she kept simple. Her glasses (because of course she had to wear glasses) were not old-fashioned but stylish. They perfectly framed her brown eyes and made them look bigger. She learned how to do her makeup from youtube, largely for the purposes of cosplay, but she was an expert and the same skills applied. This is uncomfortable for me to talk about given her age and

she asked but I shook my head. "You are smart but sometimes you act like an empty brain AI. How can there be boys finest but no girls finest in a school made up of boys and girls?" she chuckled. "Are you on the list?" I asked as even though she is a talkative, she is still very pretty. But she chuckled "Me? Nah. How can I be on the list? You need to see the angels on the list and you won't ask such a question ever again. You can compete with them, though, but I just saw that you rarely take care of yourself. You need to start seeing a dermatologist real often, or you might bury your looks," she said, and I felt bad but still nodded.

Yeah, it's an insult. "Are you a model ?" She asks sarcastically. "No. I'm in college." "College..." She laughs. God why can't I be active and aggressive. She stops laughing and eyes me from head to toe. "You don't fit in his league. You know the funniest part , he's gonna get tired of you after getting you on his bed. You should concentrate on school and stop running after things that you can't handle. You don't know Gray. And once you discover who he is, It might be too late buddy..."