Shes Not That Cute Novels & Stories

she gave me a shy smile. "So one guy calls you cute and you gonna fall head over heels with him? Are you stupid?" I don't know why but this conversation was making me angry. "I am not stupid! I do like him. I think he is cute too and he asked me to go to the movies with him on Saturday," she blurted out. "Oh really now? Little hamster got herself a date with the squirrel boy. How sweet," I mocked. "Evan, please. Please don't ruin this for me! I won't have another chance, most people think I am too skinny or too ugly," she pleaded. Her eyes were starting to tear up. Jeez...is she gonna cry now?

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?

"You're hurting me!" Christin quickly lessened his strength and only let go of her after making sure that no one was around. Then, he said, "I've tried my best to pick out the cutest lamps previously. Don't you girls like cute things? Why don't you have any girlish instincts at all?" Natasha said angrily, "The one you bought is not even cute, but childish! How dare you despise me for not having girlish instincts?" D*mn it! She would definitely like it if it was cute!

I moved away from her a little bit, which caused her to laugh again. “Do you know that you’re actually so cute?” she asked, and after, she sipped from her wine glass again. “I’m not cute,” I told her sternly, trying to act serious and intimidating in hopes of her just leaving me alone. And I would have appreciated it more, if she called me ‘hot’ or any other adjectives, just not cute. I’m not cute. But what I did only made her laugh again. I let out a scoff, and I really tried my best not to hit her straight in the face for laughing at me again and again.

Tbh: you seem cool Tbh: you cute for a dark skin girl Tbh: you would be fine as fuck if you was light skin I reread the last two Tbhs over and over again, I didn't realize I was crying till I saw my tear drops hit my phone screen "cute for a dark skin girl" "you would be cute if you was light skin" those words replayed in my head as if it was a catchy song that I couldn't stop singing.

This is bad. "Please say that again. Do you find me cute? Like I'm really cute? Tell me please, what's cute about me? My face, my voice? What do you find cute, please?" He whines like a baby, blushing hard. Yes, he's being crazy and acting immature now, but fuck! He has never felt this happy, although he has heard that countless times from women. Did a compliment really make him this happy? "Can you just quit with that, OK? Don't be deceived. Anybody can be called cute without being cute, OK?" She rolls her eyes, yanking his hand away, and he sighs briefly.

I shot back, picking up my phone again. She leaned closer, trying to snatch it from me. “Let me see that again.” I turned the screen away quickly. “No. You already rejected it.” “Because it’s ugly!” “It is not ugly!” I snapped, pulling the phone back toward me. “It’s elegant.” “It looks like a curtain.” I paused. “It does not look like a curtain.” “It does,” she insisted, nodding firmly. “If you wear that out, I’m pretending I don’t know you.”

"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

“I'll talk to him later. He hasn't gotten it into his head yet that I'm a college girl now.” Leesa wasn't surprised Cali's old boyfriend was probably a skater guy. “How come you're not hanging with the kids from your school?” Cali grinned. “Pul-eeze! They are so not cool enough.” Leesa's heart sank. If Cali was looking for cool, she was talking to the wrong girl. “They're not cute enough, either,” Cali added. She studied Leesa's face for a moment. “You're not even wearing makeup, are you?”

she laughed. She was sitting,crossed legs,with her laptop on her lap.She was browsing on the internet,looking at some clothes and other stuffs on eshops platform.And from time to time i'd quickly take a look ,when she asks me wether i think it's beautiful or not. "What do you think about this one?" My random answers would always be "Uhhmm..nopes too short." "Uhhmm nopes,old fashioned" "Uhhmmm..yeah,i like it!"