Stoic Guys 소설 & 이야기

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

“Is that any way to greet your best friend?” I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Best friend, my ass. Just as I was about to put an end to Theodore’s ridiculous act, the murmurs around us erupted again—this time, even louder, and not because of us. "Who are they?!" "Is today heaven? How can four people this hot exist in the same room?" "That man is giving mafia boss vibes. The way he carries himself is deadly." "Fucking hell, I told you today was special!!! The men are so hot.”

I just laughed at their silliness. “For five days you finally managed to brought our leader down!” Agred said. “Yeah… he was a tough one to challenge.” Stoic stood up and just gave me a thumb’s up. Someone called him and his attention immediately glance to the one who’s calling him. While Stoic is walking away, I couldn’t help but ask. “I didn’t know he’s that strong?” I glance at Agred while catching my breath. He gave me water that he put on a leaf. I immediately accepted it because I was very thirsty.

Study Enthusiast with a side of serious basketball player. Harry Earnest. The pro-gamer slash playful playboy. Raiden Jaeger. The freedom believer and the reckless bad boy. The 4 Princes of our class, and four of the most famous heart throbs of our school. Apparently they're four braincells who happened to understand each other very well, thus they stick together like glue. Anyway, they're still my friends, and they're really fun to hang out with. Especially if you're looking for a little bit of trouble.

Curse words are exchanged, voices are raised and I give myself a mental pat on the back for being the most mature in a table full of juvenile fools. Something catches the corner of my eye and I spot 'stuck up guy' sitting alone at a table. He could hide himself up in a sack and I'll still notice him, it's hard not to. From what I've seen so far, the guy is as emotionless as the last piece of pizza on our table. But he's stylish, I'd give him that.

The only casualty was a corner that ripped. “Look what you did!” Lora fussed, brandishing the image of Enzo at her. The muscles of his chest still gleamed, but the pool background was a little worse for wear. Maybe it was just her interaction with him today, but she noticed new things about the portrait. Like the expression on his face, which she had taken for concentration and dedication, could maybe instead be barely concealed disdain. Arrogance, even. Like he was above all of this. Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.

An intense look passed between them, and a heat that had nothing to do with the nearby bonfire. “Oh, look,” he said loudly, breaking the moment. “It’s the guys. You remember the Three Stooges, don’t you?” It was the three boys she’d met the other day. If memory served, and hers was pretty good, they were Tim, Bosco and Ricky. The minute Nick called them the Three Stooges, they went into a poking and slapping and making-funny-noises routine that they had honed to a fine art. It was pretty funny, she had to admit as she laughed.

Their build, their posture… it all said they were also fighters. Nikos pointed at the tallest one, “This is Adonis. My strongest.” Adonis was massive. He was easily over six feet. He had broad shoulders and thick arms. His face had old scars, the kind that didn’t fade with time. Although he nodded slightly in my direction, he had no smile on his face. “He doesn’t talk much,” Nikos added. “He doesn’t need to,” I said. Adoni’s eyes flickered with slight approval. Nikos moved to the next person, “This one… is Stefanos. He is the fastest in the ring.”

For years, I had watched his three best friends from the sidelines-men of power, wealth, and a certain rugged, middle-aged intensity that made the boys at college look like children. They were in the backyard by the pool, the sound of their laughter and the clinking of whiskey glasses drifting through the open French doors. There was Elias, the stoic architect with silver at his temples; Marcus, the venture capitalist with the predatory grin; and Gideon, the former athlete who still moved with a dangerous, feline grace.

He had heard about stoic and his siblings and had an insight as to what they were capable of doing, intellectually speaking. Also, Stoic was his really good friend. They have had a couple of arguments via social media. Stoic walked towards his seat at the front of the class when he met a very young girl about his age range sitting on his seat. She smiled at him, sunning her teeth. She seemed to be extra excited but for what? Stoic on his own part was excited to be in professor calculus class. Stoic felt irritated at the way the girl kept on smiling non stop.