Smile Like An Idiot Novels & Stories

That's Leopoldo Smith, ladies and gentlemen, looking fucking ridiculous. "Are you seriously trying to hide looking like this? You've never looked so attention-grabbing before," I complain, rolling my eyes at his stupidity, "I assure you, every single person in your vicinity turned to look at you when you passed by them. You look like a pink Barney in a summer vacay."

he bit out between clenched teeth, "thanks for not treating me like a fucking idiot." Liam threw his attitude right back at him. "I never said you were a fucking idiot, but you are a douchebag if you can't see that there are a lot of people here that want to help you. You throw that attitude at them, and they're likely to knock you flat on your ass."

Smile like I mean it. “Of course, my love.”

“With a name like that, you know he does hot pilates and drinks cucumber smoothies.” I cracked a smile. Just a small one. Marcelo grinned like he won a bet. “There it is. The rare Jayce Beckett grin.” “Shut up.” I said, shoving him gently. This guy was making me feel like we were friends. “You should smile more. You’re prettier when you’re not mentally stabbing the air.” He winked. “Did you just call me pretty?” I asked, faking annoyance. “I’m not blind.” He shrugged, smiling.

It's so strange and contagious and soon I'm laughing too. "I'm an idiot." I say getting off the ground. "You're an idiot." "I'm pathetic." "You're pathetic." "But I'm gonna learn this." "Ofcourse you are. Now get to it. We don't have all day Christmas. Bring out those dancing feet." He commands. "Asshat," I mutter with a smile getting ready to humiliate myself again. "One two three. Action!" -------------

“I didn’t mean it like that. That sounded… Fuck, I’m an idiot.” Her delicate giggle seemed to ease his misgiving. “You are an idiot,” she tittered. “But you’re my idiot. I’ll call in sick. Let’s do it.”

Am I wrong? His message came in again and this time, the smile I was holding in failed to stay. It betrayed me Then I typed back. ~~ You'll have to see for yourself. “Persistent idiot,” I muttered. But the words came out quieter than I meant. I shoved the phone back on top of the nightstand, the smile failing to leave my face. What was wrong with me? I slapped my cheeks and pinched them, my smile faltering. But it coiled back again, "But despite he's annoying, he's still fun."

“You’re a good person, Sarah.” “I’m an idiot,” I let out a sad laugh. “The two things aren’t mutually exclusive,” she smiled, a sad smile, and I reciprocated.

“Man, you’re blind in human form. You don’t even have your glasses on… idiot.” I tried to chuckle, deepening my voice, but it came out wrong, rough and rather forced. Like someone trying too hard to laugh. He frowned immediately. “Hey, I told you not to call me idiot.” I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly. “Then stop acting like one.” I had no idea why I felt so tempted to call him idiot again. Like I found it fun since he was rather threatening to get in the way of my plan, anyways.

To prepare me for life in the Moretti underworld, my boyfriend, Adrian Moretti, had his childhood friend, Chloe Marino, arrange a robbery drill for me every month. At first, they only stole my phone. Then came a knife in a parking garage, followed by someone tailing me late at night. Once I even opened my eyes in the middle of the night to find a masked man sitting on the edge of my bed with a gun pressed to my forehead. Afterward, Adrian told me, "Evelyn, if this is enough to scare you, you're only going to hold me back." Today was the twelfth time. A bullet grazed my ear and buried itself in the wall. Blood ran down the side of my face. I fell to the ground while Chloe stood at the curb, l